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My apologies, I've been trying to make do with a borked desktop and a mediocre laptop. I'll try to cook up a post relatively soon.

Relampago Azul Relampago Azul gave El Ruidoso a look with the same confusion and consternation a torturer gives when told to interrogate a masochist. He got up on his feet unsteadily, and completely failed to dust off his clothes. Mud stuck to his clothes like bad ideas stick to tattoo...

@Domxx, @CHIMNY, @JustCallMeAimee, could you please write more than one sentence per post? All you're doing is slinging one-liners at one another, and it's clogging up the pages.

Shiro Majima Shiro watched El Ruidoso's chosen boar sink away from view with awe and confidence. Could he do this? Probably not! Will he do this? Absolutely! The only thing Shiro needed was a target. Something he could toss off the edge without much effort. He wasn't likely to find another...

Why not?

Shiro Majima Shiro dutifully followed his master, confident in his own abilities. There was a THRILLING CHANGE working its way through Shiro's spirit, like an UNWELCOME PARASITE in his veins! "Eh? That blue shit you saw? The blue's just... I don't fuckin' know what it does. All I know is...

Shiro Majima El Ruidoso's enthusiastic commands filled Shiro with boundless vim. "You've got it, master," Shiro said, as he sprinted into the underbrush. "Don't expect to find any corpses after I'm done, though! Gyahahaha!" Several yards away from Shiro's point of entry, a gigantic boar...

Shiro Majima Shiro's ascent up the Ladder of Might was mildly stymied by intense winds swaying the ladder. Shiro would have had to carefully time his leaps to match up to the frequency of the ladder's swinging, but some mysterious force at the end of the ladder began swinging it as well...

Shiro Majima Shiro looked at the ladder in front of him. It was small, only about the size of a person. It was practically diagonal, considering how it had to stretch to the relatively far-off Emerald Enclave. It swayed in the wind. However, it looked sturdy enough to hold his weight, and it...

Shiro Majima Shiro nodded knowingly. A quest to slay a floating island was... nothing new, actually. As part of their training, all members of The Order of the Surprising Fist were required to join up with a traveling party of adventurers. Genuine martial artists were a coveted resource in the...

Shiro Majima El Ruidoso de Marad's words struck Shiro like a gold-plated stamp on a passport. Leaping up on his feet and grinning widely, Shiro handed a small pouch filled with tarnished coins to his new master. "Please accept this as a token of my appreciation, master! I'll only take all of...

Shiro Majima Shiro should have been mad. Shiro would have been mad. His favorite fighter had been trounced and stolen away by a run-in just as El Ruidoso would have earned a decisive victory! The strange thing was... Shiro was proud of El Ruidoso De Marad. Here, he had proved that proper...

Truer words have never been spoken.

This all just seems like a cheap way for you to have your unbeatable godlike character get into fights with whoever you want, with no worries about such things like "proper justification" or "consistent characterization". All you have to do is justify it with "it was my evil headmate!" and make...

So if he's been acting like this for almost the entire time he's been at the tournament, why is there a dramatic "fight" over who gets control over his mind now?