Other The End is Nigh

[Tronethiel]

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I am officially a harbinger of evil. I'm sorry, RPN. If by this time tomorrow the forces of darkness have devoured my soul, know that I love you sweet nation of creation. May thy roleplays post onward. <img src="<___base_url___>/applications/core/interface/imageproxy/imageproxy.php?img=https://gyazo.com/bf765f3a9540845a3f867fb4df7f60e7.png&key=044c0452571cba6f1de65b34fbbf448c4c09778791b7b7654563e322788959a4" class="ipsImage" alt="bf765f3a9540845a3f867fb4df7f60e7.png" /></p>

 

[Kaerri]

It's OK! The very act of announcing this has moved you beyond the dangerous threshold. All is now well with the world again.

 

[Mordecai]

*GASP* NOOOOO *FAINTS*

 

[Tronethiel]

It's OK! The very act of announcing this has moved you beyond the dangerous threshold. All is now well with the world again.

Perhaps, may your words ring true, Kaerri. If I do go, I'll miss your hype-cookies. Don't think I didn't notice. 8^(

*GASP* NOOOOO *FAINTS*

MORDE, I'LL MISS YA

 

[Mordecai]

*wakes up and continues to sip smoothie*

 

[Blazinghookshot]

It's 4:00 pm. Nothing bad has happened... YAY the world is probably safe! I jinxed it didn't I?

 

[Tronethiel]

It's 4:00 pm. Nothing bad has happened... YAY the world is probably safe! I jinxed it didn't I?

No, indeed, nothing has changed. *eyes gleam mysteriously.*

 

[deathreaper]

goodsong

 

[GenericHenchman]

Well, in any case if you need Henchmen to fill your ranks of evil...


*Hands him a business card that says "Find Us".*

 

[Tronethiel]

Well, in any case if you need Henchmen to fill your ranks of evil...
*Hands him a business card that says "Find Us".*

Wow, I guess I lost the notif on this amidst others. I'm responding now though. Let me just say, I appreciate you. May our interactions continue to warm my corrupted soul.

 

[GenericHenchman]

Wow, I guess I lost the notif on this amidst others. I'm responding now though. Let me just say, I appreciate you. May our interactions continue to warm my corrupted soul.

May that soul you sold for fish-sticks find its way back into your possession after you double-cross the idiot you sold it to.

 

[Tronethiel]

May that soul you sold for fish-sticks find its way back into your possession after you double-cross the idiot you sold it to.

Well, you know what they say. "What goes around will inevitably be seized from the less fortunate, and we will cackle as they weep and cry out for mercy."