15 January 2013 @ 11:01 am
Content Warning: Thread with Tavros got smutty I really can't believe I'm putting this right in the OP but the general public has a right to be warned.

[The feed clicks on, revealing an extremely wide, extremely frantic purple eye.]

[After a few seconds, the features surrounding said eye come into view, as the operator of the video backs up. And backs up a little more.]

[It's a gargantuan troll. Everything about him looks like it's been blown well out of reasonable proportion. His shoulders took up the width of the screen, and the way he hunched over couldn't have been anything but uncomfortable. His face was painted up like a monotone clown - all dark smudges against stark white. The design hadn't changed much in the sweeps he'd spent here. What was your face was your face, no matter how you felt about it. The paint was what he was born with, the design was a part of him - one thing in life that couldn't be done on a whim.]

[Most of that face, however, was obscured by the most absurd mane of hair imaginable. It exploded from his head in a mass of mats and twists and curls, getting in his eyes and mouth before running down his neck and past his shoulders. It was reminiscent of vines taking over a building - crawling up and threatening to engulf the two massive, spiraling horns that sprouted from his head.]

[For being as giant as he was, Gamzee had been lacking in the brute strength department - a solitary physical trait he failed to inherit from his ancestor. His limbs and neck were thick, but not as thick as they could or should be. His hands rivaled the size of dinner plates, but the fingers on them remained knuckles and spindle.]

[Now that both manic eyes were visible, as well as a decent amount of the rest of him, Gamzee's dark lips parted to speak, revealing terribly sharp and terribly disgusting fangs. Plucking a vial of dark purple liquid from his pants pocket, he held it up to the camera.]


All you magnanimous motherfuckers, please to be all popping the most righteous of motherfuckin' squats at the terminal and start bestowing on to your wicked brother all what's knowledge holy you up and got in those inferior thinkpans 'bout the matter what all is at being your mother fucking blood.
 
 
02 January 2013 @ 08:38 pm
What is strength to you, or what it is to be strong?

Alternatively, who is it that has right to rulership, or to command? Do you agree with the sentiment that those who are strong are superior and thus have greater rights than those who are weak?

And if that is the case: may the weak become strong?
 
 
19 December 2012 @ 09:57 pm
y'all motherfuckers be thinking you all be getting your motherfuckin sneaky on at a brother.
AIN'T BEEN UP AND MOTHER FUCKING COUNTING ON ALL THEM EXTRASENSORIES WHAT I MOTHERFUCKIN GOT.
sensories what be allowing me the knowing on shit being fucking plotted before i motherfuckin get to be encountering at it.
THEM PETTY FUCKIN SCHEMES YOURS AIN'T GONNA BE PLAYING THE FUCK OUT WHAT ALL THE MOTHER FUCKING WAY YOU BE WANTING THEM TO.

i ain't gonna motherfucking eat it.
I MOTHER FUCKING AIN'T GONNA MOTHERFUCKING PUT ANY MOTHER FUCKING THING IN BETWEEN THESE MOTHERFUCKING LIPS NO MOTHERFUCKING MORE.
you ain't gonna win, motherfuckers.
YOU AIN'T GONNA MOTHERFUCKING WIN.
i ain't joining the traveling motherfuckin circus all at the hands of you motherfuckers.
I GO BY MY OWN FUCKIN HAND.
or i stay on this fucking fairground til what last mother fucking tent be razed.

SEND YOUR MOTHER FUCKING MOBS, MAY THEY AIN'T NEVER MOTHER FUCKING FIND WHERE I BE HID.
ain't got a single motherfuck to give on culling you all what come near.
BREAK THE TONGS FROM YOUR MOTHER FUCKING PITCHFORKS TO SHOVE THEM STRAIGHT IN EACH YOUR MOTHERFUCKING EYE JELLIES.
use them fuckin torches yours burning bright to scald the bubbly hide from your mother fucking bones.
YOU AIN'T GONNA SAVE NO ONE BY GETTING YOUR MOTHERFUCKING SLAUGHTER ON AT ME.
only lead your riotous selves to your mother fucking deaths.

I BE NOW WITH THE WORLD AT MY FUCKIN FLAP RAISING HELL UP AGAINST ME.
all you bitches what's i once thought chill be fuckin shovin your knives in my mother fucking spine.
BUT AIN'T WORTH BEIN SOUR OVER FUCKIN THAT TRAITOROUS NOISE.
i will stand a motherfucking lone on all your motherfuckin corpses like what i all was meant to in the first mother fucking place.

I WILL MOTHER FUCKING SHOW EVERY MOTHERFUCKER HOW MUCH A FUCKIN DANGER TO YOU ALL I MOTHERFUCKING AM.
 
 
04 December 2012 @ 10:04 pm
[A boy in green peers at the camera closely, before drawing back a little.]

I'm going to guess that the world being destroyed isn't the angels' doing. For one thing, this isn't their style of decor, and for another thing, they wouldn't have spared me.

Has anyone seen two people about my age? Their names are Setsuna Kai and Mirai Kaname. They're very important to me, so please let me know if you've seen them. Oh, if you don't know their names, they're demon summoners, so that's another clue.

Honestly, I'd be happy to see any other demon right now, from a Jack Frost all the way up to Lucifer. ...Or maybe I'd be happy just to talk to anybody.

[He sighs, shakes his head, and turns off the camera.]
 
 
25 November 2012 @ 10:30 pm
Seeing as how we're all so keen to talk about this new information in regards to one of our captors, and with it about sympathy for devils as a manner of speaking, let me ask something first: did anyone transcribe, or manage to save in any way, the conversations that were had with Ruana? It would be better to have a record of what was actually said and the information gained than to have to rely on memory.

As for the issue at hand that seems to have presented itself: please. Explain to me how knowing this about here changes anything? Are we meant to sympathize with her more because of her plight? Why? If she really is a "fellow experiment" she doesn't conduct herself as such and clearly doesn't view us as sharing that trait with her. Alongside this is the fact that all living beings have their own hardships and pain; there is no such thing as a painless life. To say we should reconsider our opinion of viewing her as anything but another captor is foolish if we're going to base it solely on evidence presented to us that shows us she has, in fact, had pain in her life.

Surely no one would be at fault for their actions if we knew everything anyone has ever had to endure.

Or should we empathize with her because she's a child that's gone through pain? It's always seemed odd to me, to differentiate between a child being in pain and an adult being in pain and how humans react so differently to both. Understandable that they do, but the fact is that their empathy for child blinds them. Makes them think that children are naive - or innocent is I suppose the word often used - and that they can't mean to do harm. That no child is cruel by nature. But the fact is that children are capable of cruelty. And they know it's cruelty. And don't care.

Imagine how cruel a child can be, if you haven't had to deal with some of the tests she's been responsible for yet.

I suppose my point is this: if you think Ruana is to be empathized with, or can be related too or that we might somehow find some common ground with her, you are blind. She's one of our captors, and thus an enemy, and a sympathetic enemy is still an enemy. If you want to waste the time and effort and emotion to attempt to relate or try to find ground with her I suppose that's your choice. But it's wasted effort.
 
 
01 November 2012 @ 02:28 am
[Lucifer has found that he's begun to use the network almost solely when he's angry. Truth be told it's one of the few times it has any real appeal to him, at least in regard to using it as his own platform to speak. And after the embarrassment and insult leveled at him by the Tower this last month, he's quite fed up. He needs something to take his mind off of things.

Which brings him to what he has to say.]


I quite enjoy competition. I believe myself a competitive man. But I felt there was something lacking in the competition the tower gave us. I found it a bit impersonal. Part of competition is getting to know the people you're competing against. That's not particularly possible when so many of them have had their identities crush and assumed by something else, now is it?

I'd go so far as to say it wasn't sporting.

I wasn't very satisfied by this last competition. If anything, it served to simply arouse my thirst instead of quench it. And so I would like to propose a more personal competition. A bit of a way for me to get to know some of you better. To even find a few more who are like-minded, you could say.

I therefore propose a duel, or set of duels, to take place one week from today. I will take on any and all challengers who answer my challenge whether they come at me one at a time or in groups or all at once. The challenged may even choose where the battle takes place and, if they wish, any restrictions they wish to impose.

It's been quite a long time since I've taken some exercise. And certainly there must be some others who would be interested in a friendly bit of competition.
 
 
05 October 2012 @ 08:14 pm
Hell is repetition.

But Hell can make you strong.


[Someones back after an extremely short departure. And isn't very happy about it.]
 
 
19 August 2012 @ 05:55 pm
A question.

Let us humor our captors and say that they are telling us the truth that our worlds are destroyed. Let us then assume we have only two places we can be: we might stay here, in this Tower for however long that may last or we might attempt to break out.

The Tower, while a cage, offers a sense of security. There are constant meals and general protection from what lies outside it's walls. We are, however, at the beck and call of the people who run the Tower and their whims. Yet with them you could say it's the devil you know, and know that their torment and cruelty would be as consistent as the stability they offer.

So assume a means of leaving this is found and we might venture out, and that what is outside is in fact inhabitable. But what we venture out into is a vast unknown and the only information we do have is that creatures like the ones who invaded here - and many more of them - roam the outside world. It would be a harsh, dangerous world. But also one with possibilities that could not be explored here. With freedom not to be found between these walls.

So given the choice if the chance of going home is out of the question, what do you choose: stability or freedom?
 
 
07 August 2012 @ 03:22 am
[ It is a perfectly good and responsible looking young man that appears on the network's screen. Don't go say the contrary. His voice is collected and calm as he talks, with perfect manners. ]

Very interesting machine... Allowing anyone to speak from a distance. If only it could be reduced and made portable...

[ He looks up at the camera afterward and nods. ]

Forgive my manners. Like you may have guessed, I am new to this tower. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lezard, Lezard Valeth.

Speaking of which, this tower is certainly an interesting place… So many possibilities, so much to discover. It's a shame that for us to be here our homeworlds had to die. Such a high price to pay for such little reward….

[ He readjusts his glasses. ] 

Does anyone here have concrete proof one way or another as far as the fate of our worlds are concerned? The letter and projection are not proof enough to me I'm afraid, no matter how likely to be the truth it is.

Any group of research that may confirmed the veracity of the letters maybe?

Oh, and I have heard a lot of talks about people sleeping for abnormally long time period. Do such occurrence happen often in the tower?
 
 
Excuse me, everyone, but I have a question.

Is there any proof that our planets have been destroyed?



[And, of course, you can always go exploring with Nigredo!]
 
 
02 July 2012 @ 01:03 am
For first impressions to a place I have seen far worse although that has not been common.

[It's hard to imagine that a voice so young could possess such a dull indignation while speaking. For someone who has been tested on mercilessly for a month and altered both physically and mentally during that time he sounds far more annoyed and tested than truly angry.]

To build a prison one doesn't require just physical walls, but mental ones as well. A prisoner only learns to see a prison as a cage and not just a building only after that prisoner has been broken, like how a caged bird doesn't know how to truly use their wings because they've been clipped. But the difference is that the prisoner must clip his own wings. You can be held down but your ability to fly cannot be stripped unless you surrender it.

You are not prisoners until you allow yourself to believe you are.

Although something interesting did come out of "test" we endured. Many of us seem to be from different worlds. Some don't even seem to be human. I come from a world were there are many creatures as well. I have quite a curiosity in the worlds everyone else comes from, and the creatures that live there.

Ah. It's also come to my attention that there are many people here from my world. If they would be so kind, I would like to speak with them.

[Hey, other supernatural entities and demons from the SMT/Persona-verse. That means you as far as Lucifer is concerned.]

[OOC: I still need to put up a permissions post proper for him, but one small thing about Lucifer. He does have a supernatural sense that allows him to tell what others are if they're some form of supernatural/powerful entity. For beings not from his canon (at the very least) this is regulated to only getting a basic idea of what they are (god/demon/grim reaper/ect.) and not anything about WHO they are beyond that. If this is okay with you/too invasive and you play one of those characters please tell me in the header of your comment.]