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Post by Siana Blackwood on Jan 24, 2015 5:22:31 GMT
SUDDENLY, A LOUD NOISE ECHOES THROUGHOUT THE FORUM, SENDING THE TUMBLEWEEDS SCURRYING INTO HIDING!
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Post by Jᴀy V. Aꜱᴛᴇʀ 💀🐍 on Jan 24, 2015 14:39:32 GMT
GALEN ORORUITH, DARK KEYMASTER TO THE SEVEN ABYSSES, TURNS OVER ANGRILY IN HIS BED AND GRUMBLES, "DAMN KIDS. WHAT NOW?" HE FUMBLES FOR A LIGHT.
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Post by Siana Blackwood on Jan 24, 2015 20:57:08 GMT
"HERE," A MYSTERIOUS VOICE SAYS, HANDING HIM A CANDLE.
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Post by Jᴀy V. Aꜱᴛᴇʀ 💀🐍 on Jan 25, 2015 3:27:06 GMT
THE CANDLE CAST A GRAY LIGHT UPON A SKELETAL FIGURE. ORORUITH KNEW HIS DEATH WHEN HE SAW IT. HE GROANED. "OH NO. NOT AGAIN!"
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Post by Siana Blackwood on Jan 26, 2015 1:39:04 GMT
DEATH SHRUGS. "YOU SHOULD KNOW BY NOW THAT I NEVER MISS AN APPOINTMENT. OPEN THE FOURTH ABYSS, ORORUITH. IT'S TIME."
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Post by Jᴀy V. Aꜱᴛᴇʀ 💀🐍 on Jan 26, 2015 2:48:02 GMT
DEATH IS TAPPING HIS FOOT, SO GRUMBLING, ORORUITH PUTS ON HIS BEDROOM SLIPPERS AND BATHROBE. HE SHUFFLES PAST THE STAIRCASE THAT LEADS TO NOWHERE, THE WINDOW THAT LOOKS OUT UPON NOTHING, AND THE FRONT DOOR THAT OPENS TO NO ONE. HE STOPS IN FRONT OF THE FIREPLACE THAT BURNS ALL OF TIME, AND GENTLY TOUCHES AN ORNAMENTAL BEAR UPON THE MANTEL. A LADDER DESCENDS WITH A SOFT RAIN OF SOOT. "MAKE SURE YOU DON'T GET YOUR DRESS DIRTY," SAYS ORORUITH, SNICKERING, "YOU KNOW HOW MUMMY HATES THAT."
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Post by Siana Blackwood on Jan 26, 2015 6:48:47 GMT
"IT'S A ROBE," DEATH SAYS WITH AS MUCH DIGNITY AS HE CAN MUSTER.
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Post by Danielle Wayland on Jan 26, 2015 7:09:45 GMT
"NO I AGREE WITH ORORUITH IT'S A DRESS YOU CAN'T TELL ME OTHERWISE," RANDOM UNIMPORTANT MINION STATES FROM THE CEILING BECAUSE WHY NOT.
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Post by Jᴀy V. Aꜱᴛᴇʀ 💀🐍 on Jan 28, 2015 4:01:13 GMT
DEATH LOOKS UP THE MINION. "AH. WONDERFUL. YOU WILL BE A PERFECT SUBJECT FOR THIS EXPERIMENT." HE GRABS THE MINION IN ONE HAND AND ORORUITH IN THE OTHER, AND HAULS THEM BOTH UP THE CHIMNEY.
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Post by Siana Blackwood on Jan 28, 2015 8:14:00 GMT
MINION GIVES AN UNEARTHLY SCREECH. ORORUITH JUST LAUGHS. "IS THIS GOING TO BE JUST LIKE LAST TIME, BROTHER?" HE ASKS.
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Post by Jᴀy V. Aꜱᴛᴇʀ 💀🐍 on Jan 29, 2015 0:24:23 GMT
"BETTER!" DEATH GRINS MADLY. AS THEY EMERGE ONTO THE ROOF, ORORUITH HEARS THE MOUNTING RUMBLE OF THUNDER. THE MINION SQUEALS IN FRIGHT, AS DEATH DUMPS HIM ON THE GROUND. ORORUITH BREATHES IN. HE STABS A SPECTRAL HAND AT THE HEAVENS, AND CHANTS A SINGLE WORD, REPEATEDLY. ACID RAIN FALLS FROM THE SKY. "I APPROVE," SAYS DEATH, NODDING.
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Post by Siana Blackwood on Feb 6, 2015 8:05:20 GMT
LIGHTNING CRACKS, SEEMINGLY RIGHT OVER THEIR HEADS. A SECOND LATER THERE'S MORE LIGHTNING, THIS TIME CRACKLING UPWARDS FROM ORORUITH'S HAND. DEATH THROWS BACK HIS HEAD AND LAUGHS.
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Post by Jᴀy V. Aꜱᴛᴇʀ 💀🐍 on Feb 6, 2015 20:03:37 GMT
"NOW," SAYS ORORUITH, "THE CORPSE OF OUR MINION WILL LIVE!" "BUT I'M NOT DEAD YET!" WAILED THE MINION.
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Post by Siana Blackwood on Feb 7, 2015 2:11:53 GMT
ORORUITH AND DEATH LOOK AT EACH OTHER FOR A MOMENT, THEN HOWL WITH DEMONIC LAUGHTER. "DON'T WORRY, MINION," DEATH SAYS. "THIS WON'T HURT A BIT."
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Post by Jᴀy V. Aꜱᴛᴇʀ 💀🐍 on Aug 22, 2023 17:26:36 GMT
"NO, I'M REALLY DYING!" WAILED THE MINION.
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