Last edited by BoomChickn; 2011-01-02 at 03:05 AM. Reason: new thoughts
This explains a lot.Originally Posted by Henry Ford
who needs fire and ice when you can your enemeies kill themselves
For the dark gods!!!!
Last edited by Dartspluck; 2011-01-02 at 03:18 AM.
All you'd see is a somewhat human shape at the foot of your bed, like a very dark silhouette. You can't quite tell if you're seeing it or not. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you realize that someone - something - is indeed there, and although no eyes are visible, you are certain that whatever it is, it is staring right back at you. Into you. And you just stay there locked like that for what feels like hours, even days. You can't scream. You can't look away. God, you'd give anything just to look away, but you're frozen, held in place by the most terrible fear you've ever felt. The base and primal sense of utter helplessness under the unfeeling gaze of a predator you have no hope of even beginning to comprehend, much less overpower. After a time, you're not sure how long, it moves. Slowly, it raises a hand and draws a strange symbol in the air with an outstretched finger. You don't recognize it. The hand stops moving, and the arm is lowered back to the thing's side. For a few moments it remains still. Then slowly, noiselessly, it begins to move backward, gliding away from your bed. As it melts into the shadows, you finally feel alone once again.
You have been judged. Judged, and deemed pure. You have received the Mark of Sanction, and will be spared this night.
You will be spared
BoomChickn and Axethor, you've both been worthy adversaries. I commend you both on your high intelligence and your aptitude for dealing with my Kung Fu tentacle technique. While you both are congratulating yourselves on my defeat. One of my severed tentacles slithers away, containing my essence and my future being.
In the end you fought the good fight, but ultimately fail in destroying me.
Etna from Disgaea, obviously ! ^.^
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Deep bloody red eyes, shimmering and leaving a trail of really smooth smoke behind.
Horns, alot illidan-like.
A robe. Just plain black.
Spikes. Attached to my fingers. Able to slice people.
When i would open my robe, thick purple smoke would fill the athmosphere, letting my victims blind.
Yes, i am mad.
Originally Posted by Blizzard Entertaiment