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I was more thinking if you could brew me an ale but thanks anyway.

*sniffs the potion*

Wait, it this Daedric?

[Tank slows and stops]
[Steps out of doorway, completely pristine] ...We reached an agreement.
The small daemon-infested warp rift is now sealed, and I no longer owe my soul to a lunatic chaos God...

On the other hand, I no longer have my Wednesday evenings free, and I could really do with a gentle mind-wipe of the last half hour. [Eye twitch]
[Sits gingerly on sofa] ... [Pulls pink feather out of ear]

Daedric?? Sure why not! You will drink...

Why should I drink it? It doesn't look like it will refeill much of my health.

Damnit man do I look like a swindler! Take the drink and drink it... It will give you health and gak...

There's no mistake. This is Daedric!

* Draws sword and shield*

You're a wanted man, and it's time to face the Jarl's justice!

*Shoots needle spines into shasolenzabi's eyes*

"That's for threatening to eat Spot!"

*Ultralisk jumps off of carving board, landing on and thus smashing the last standing sections of the fence*

"That little buttery man shot at me. Let's get him, Spot!"

*Ultralisk starts running toward BC's tank, its kaiser blades gleaming in the light*

OOC: Kaptin, change your avatar to the EMH. That would be hilarious in the middle of everything else going on. Just remember to be in character with it as much as possible.

 sing your life wrote:
There's no mistake. This is Daedric!

* Draws sword and shield*

You're a wanted man, and it's time to face the Jarl's justice!

Damn guards!

*Tentacles grab sing your life and drag him under my yellow cloak*

Nothing to see here...

 ZergSmasher wrote:
*Shoots needle spines into shasolenzabi's eyes*

"That's for threatening to eat Spot!"

*Ultralisk jumps off of carving board, landing on and thus smashing the last standing sections of the fence*

"That little buttery man shot at me. Let's get him, Spot!"

*Ultralisk starts running toward BC's tank, its kaiser blades gleaming in the light*

OOC: Kaptin, change your avatar to the EMH. That would be hilarious in the middle of everything else going on. Just remember to be in character with it as much as possible.

Nictitating membranes make the needles bounce of the eyes. "Oh better the meater "spot" than you tasty zergling! "

*rips his way out of the cloak and hacks at the tentacles whilst screaming "Mead for the mead god, arrows for the arrow knee*

Stupid mortal just drink the damn drink!

*Tentacles grab on to sing your life head and force him to drink the strange green concoction full of screaming little people*

By order of the Yarl you will drink! AND NO! NO ONE STOLE MY SWEAT ROLL YOU DICK!

[Looks up from sofa] [Watches Ultralisk and zerg chase the tank] [Tank speeds away making meep-meep noises]

[Sighs] Xenos...

[Sees zombiekilla] ...Tentacles bad. Tentacles bad. [Takes out power-sword and hacks sing your life loose]

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
[Looks up from sofa] [Watches Ultralisk and zerg chase the tank] [Tank speeds away making meep-meep noises]

[Sighs] Xenos...

[Sees zombiekilla] ...Tentacles bad. Tentacles bad. [Takes out power-sword and hacks sing your life loose]

*Drops sing your life*

Woah man back off with the sword or I will make bugs crawl out of your skin!

*Strange yellow beetles begin crawling out of buttery commissars flesh*

Back off man and have a drink it will Cure you!

*Hands buttery commissar a vile full of green liquid inside are small and screaming people*

Looks like something the Tau would do.

Feth your drink. I just spent half an hour in a Slaanesh fever-dream, you've got nothing.

[Comes at zombiekilla with the power sword]

"Oh well, may as well put the crons back in their box then."

"Now as for that Lisk,,,,,"

A literal fever dream or a metaphorical fever dream?

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
Feth your drink. I just spent half an hour in a Slaanesh fever-dream, you've got nothing.

[Comes at zombiekilla with the power sword]

Ooooo a mortal with balls! I admire THAT!

*Forms shift into true self*

BUT I AINT NO TRANNY CREATURE I AM GOD BEYOND IMAGINE! I AM HE WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED SO DONT NAME ME CAUSE IM UN-NAMABLE!!

ALSO ROLL FOR INSANITY!

 Verviedi wrote:
A literal fever dream or a metaphorical fever dream?

[Spits out beetle] [Pats Verviedi on the shoulder and hands over vial] Precisely.

[Runs Zombiekilla through with activate power-sword whilst he transforms] Don't do that in front of people, it's rude.

*Fires yellow lightning which hit Buttery Commissar turning him in a pile of flesh and limbs. Then turns back to human friendly Forum and slowly kicks the fleshy remains away*

Man I fight Cthulhu every other day a human whos banged tranny daemons aint got gak on me!

That sounds positively delightful, but you forgot to add the "AND LIVED." to your statement of his accomplishments.

Anyway, daemonettes are not transvestites per se.

*Looks at vial*

...Delicious?

*Draws steam-powered revolver*

...Wow. That's a beautiful gun.

*Shoots zombiekilla to test it, violently exploding half his upper body*

Yikes.

*Stashes revolver*

Right!? I made it with all people its like soylent green but better cause I am honest... its people...

*Notices lower half missing*

Whoa quiet a... what do you mortals call it? Gun? Yes I believe gun is the right word.! Quiet a gun blew a hole right through!

*Verviedis metal form begins to defy physics and grow strange fleshy arms and limbs*

Dont worry about it... really dont if you start to worry it will just keep getting worse till you die!

Please don't do that.

*Points revolver at zombiekilla, ignoring the random fleshy portrusions*

OOC: Which character from the Cthulhu mythos is that?

Ow, you utter bastard.

OOC: The King in Yellow. Avatar of another meaning of the god Hastur. As with most mythos, it's beautifully ambiguous as to quite what the feth is going on.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
Ow, you utter bastard.

OOC: The King in Yellow. Avatar of another meaning of the god Hastur. As with most mythos, it's beautifully ambiguous as to quite what the feth is going on.

OOC: Couldn't say it any better myself!

*Time appears to violently gak its pants and BC reverts back to human form with a SPLORT*

Destroy every spiral in this room. They power him.

*Fleshy bits fall off*

So, what are your plans for this evening?

*Finally stops smoking, proceeds to target spirals with the HB

REPENT!

Azathoth, or Nyarlhotep, either way the guy owes me a poker debt

"Whooooaa, Spot, lets leave the empty tank alone and go destroy some spirals instead"

*Ultralisk turns and runs toward one spiral, cutting it into pieces with its blades*

"Good boy, Spot!"

*Ultralisk accidentally steps right on top of zgort, mashing him into the floor*

"Sorry, Spot didn't see you there!"