- Location
- ireland
[X] "I'm in. Better not make me regret this decision."
Bad idea time
Bad idea time
- Location
- Germany
Ah, death. Nothing is better at bringing the people it didn't take yet together. Be it through scaring them into fixing old relationships before they miss their chance or gangpress someone into a team, or else.
Luckily, Arsine amuses me, so sure why not. This ain't real life, I don't have to make good choices. Also implied threat of murder by a cloud of poison, when we still don't know what we can even do.
[] "I'm in. Better not make me regret this decision."
The only thing that has me hesitating is losing the chance to patch up things with Richard. He did try, even if it took a death in the family for him to bother.
Luckily, Arsine amuses me, so sure why not. This ain't real life, I don't have to make good choices. Also implied threat of murder by a cloud of poison, when we still don't know what we can even do.
[] "I'm in. Better not make me regret this decision."
The only thing that has me hesitating is losing the chance to patch up things with Richard. He did try, even if it took a death in the family for him to bother.
Last edited:
Kir the Wizard
The Sun King
- Location
- Ukraine
[X] "Go to hell. I'm done with this shit."
[X] "Go to hell. I'm done with this shit."
It would be interesting to read a story about a decent man released from prison, and all the difficulties he will face in redeeming himself. He seems to have found a lot of new perspective here, and I want him to continue on this path toward becoming good.
It would be interesting to read a story about a decent man released from prison, and all the difficulties he will face in redeeming himself. He seems to have found a lot of new perspective here, and I want him to continue on this path toward becoming good.
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
- Pronouns
- He/Him
So are we certain this isn't a trick?
[X] "I'm in. Better not make me regret this decision."
[X] "I'm in. Better not make me regret this decision."
- Location
- Germany
Ah damn, that does ring too true for me to ignore. Sorry Arsine someone walked on my fun mood. Still not entirely on board with the death cloud no to his face.
[X] "Yeah, sure. Whatever you say." (Warn the guards later)
- Location
- va
[X] "Go to hell. I'm done with this shit."
- Location
- Yes
[X] "Go to hell. I'm done with this shit."
[X] "I'm in. Better not make me regret this decision."
AnonymousRabbit
Rabbit Faced
[X] "I'm in. Better not make me regret this decision."
AW YEAH, LET'S DO SOME CRIMES.
AW YEAH, LET'S DO SOME CRIMES.
Barondoctor
The things I chase come to me.
- Location
- The other side of the mirror
- Pronouns
- He/His/Him
[X] "Go to hell. I'm done with this shit."
Tectonic Plates
- Location
- secret base
- Pronouns
- She/Her
"Go to hell," you said. "I'm done with this shit."
"Hell," the gas-man parroted. "Hell."
Arsine came closer, so close you could see through him. His head – or whatever looked like his head – went down as he bent over. If he had eyes, you'd be staring into them.
"What was the last thing you ate?" he said. Arsine sounded as cheerful as he was a few moments ago, but you felt something hidden beneath that, something that made your skin crawl. "Actually, don't tell me; I'll try to guess."
He started pacing around the cell, but his steps carried no sound. "Mashed potatoes? Some Jell-O, maybe? Are you a sweet tooth? I am. Like sugar, is all. Love it, in fact. I know it's bad for you, but I can't help the craving, really."
"What…"
"Don't!" Arsine exploded. "Don't interrupt me! I'm getting to the good part. See, the thing is, I don't actually need to eat or drink or even fucking breathe. I don't need these things, but that doesn't mean I don't want to."
Arsine stopped. "Three years. I've been a fucking cloud for three years now, and let me tell you something. It's not fun. I can't taste anything, can't smell anything, and can't fuck anything." The gas-man had no face, but you could almost see him bare his teeth at you. "For! Three! Fucking! Years!"
His hand slowly rose up until it was next to your face. "I'm already in hell. And if you screw me over, I'll make sure to drag you there with me." His actions seemed strange until it all clicked: he was threatening you. "Are we on the same page, bud?"
You nodded. You had no intentions of snitching on him, even if you decided against joining his crew.
"Good, good," he nodded and pulled his hand away. "Fucking awesome." Just as he was about to leave, he turned around and added. "You know what tectonic plates are, right? 'Course you do; you're a smart guy. So, you must know what happened when they hit each other, right? One goes up and one goes down. That's just how things like that work. So, let me be the first to break the news to you: the tectonic plates, they're fucking shifting, and believe you me, you don't want to be one of those indecisive fuckwits when shit hits the mother of all fans."
"Because I'll go down?"
"Because you'll get fucking crushed between the plates," he chuckled and phased through a wall. For a moment, you were tempted to pretend this conversation was simply a hallucination caused by the stress, but the reality of the situation was that it really happened.
For one, you could still notice the signs that you weren't alone in your prison cell. Arsine – the fucker – smelled like rotten eggs, and that alone made you hate him more than anything he did.
It rained the next day. The sky was as gray as the prison walls, turning the entire place into a solid monolith of grayness, misery and cold water, except for a few people that apparently missed the memo.
Green Bomber, for example. He was some kind of a bomb-throwing, anti-government loony that made an army of androids that exploded once they reached a certain destination. The guy himself didn't notice the irony until someone pointed it out for him. For a super-genius, he sure was dumb as rocks.
He was smiling like crazy since the very morning; the kind of a shit-eating grin that meant he knew something no one else did. In this particular case, he really did know.
As for the other guy – Ophidian – you had no idea what he was up to. He was locked up in solitary confinement, and for a good reason. The fucker was the supervillain equivalent of Charles Manson, but even worse since Charles Manson wasn't an actual snakeman… or a Dungeon & Dragons fan, for that matter.
"You feel it too, don't you?" Joseph told you during your lunch. "It's in the air. Something's going to happen today." The man was sometimes too sharp, and that made your skin crawl. "Something really noisy."
[] "Joseph… I think it'd be best for you to stay in your cell today. Trust me."
[] "Honestly, it seems to me that you're just imagining things."
[] "Yep. And the only way to make things less noisy is to take care of them yourself."
"Hell," the gas-man parroted. "Hell."
Arsine came closer, so close you could see through him. His head – or whatever looked like his head – went down as he bent over. If he had eyes, you'd be staring into them.
"What was the last thing you ate?" he said. Arsine sounded as cheerful as he was a few moments ago, but you felt something hidden beneath that, something that made your skin crawl. "Actually, don't tell me; I'll try to guess."
He started pacing around the cell, but his steps carried no sound. "Mashed potatoes? Some Jell-O, maybe? Are you a sweet tooth? I am. Like sugar, is all. Love it, in fact. I know it's bad for you, but I can't help the craving, really."
"What…"
"Don't!" Arsine exploded. "Don't interrupt me! I'm getting to the good part. See, the thing is, I don't actually need to eat or drink or even fucking breathe. I don't need these things, but that doesn't mean I don't want to."
Arsine stopped. "Three years. I've been a fucking cloud for three years now, and let me tell you something. It's not fun. I can't taste anything, can't smell anything, and can't fuck anything." The gas-man had no face, but you could almost see him bare his teeth at you. "For! Three! Fucking! Years!"
His hand slowly rose up until it was next to your face. "I'm already in hell. And if you screw me over, I'll make sure to drag you there with me." His actions seemed strange until it all clicked: he was threatening you. "Are we on the same page, bud?"
You nodded. You had no intentions of snitching on him, even if you decided against joining his crew.
"Good, good," he nodded and pulled his hand away. "Fucking awesome." Just as he was about to leave, he turned around and added. "You know what tectonic plates are, right? 'Course you do; you're a smart guy. So, you must know what happened when they hit each other, right? One goes up and one goes down. That's just how things like that work. So, let me be the first to break the news to you: the tectonic plates, they're fucking shifting, and believe you me, you don't want to be one of those indecisive fuckwits when shit hits the mother of all fans."
"Because I'll go down?"
"Because you'll get fucking crushed between the plates," he chuckled and phased through a wall. For a moment, you were tempted to pretend this conversation was simply a hallucination caused by the stress, but the reality of the situation was that it really happened.
For one, you could still notice the signs that you weren't alone in your prison cell. Arsine – the fucker – smelled like rotten eggs, and that alone made you hate him more than anything he did.
It rained the next day. The sky was as gray as the prison walls, turning the entire place into a solid monolith of grayness, misery and cold water, except for a few people that apparently missed the memo.
Green Bomber, for example. He was some kind of a bomb-throwing, anti-government loony that made an army of androids that exploded once they reached a certain destination. The guy himself didn't notice the irony until someone pointed it out for him. For a super-genius, he sure was dumb as rocks.
He was smiling like crazy since the very morning; the kind of a shit-eating grin that meant he knew something no one else did. In this particular case, he really did know.
As for the other guy – Ophidian – you had no idea what he was up to. He was locked up in solitary confinement, and for a good reason. The fucker was the supervillain equivalent of Charles Manson, but even worse since Charles Manson wasn't an actual snakeman… or a Dungeon & Dragons fan, for that matter.
"You feel it too, don't you?" Joseph told you during your lunch. "It's in the air. Something's going to happen today." The man was sometimes too sharp, and that made your skin crawl. "Something really noisy."
[] "Joseph… I think it'd be best for you to stay in your cell today. Trust me."
[] "Honestly, it seems to me that you're just imagining things."
[] "Yep. And the only way to make things less noisy is to take care of them yourself."