Fantasy [kGs] BoD_OOC

[Malphaestus]

Mqueserasera , don't leave. I like your writing.

/Drunk me (it's not the real me).

 

[Mqueserasera]

Mqueserasera , don't leave. I like your writing.

/Drunk me (it's not the real me).

I like the drunk you. Please drink more

 

[Malphaestus]

I like the drunk you. Please drink more

o7 yes bossu

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Mal is drunk and I'm having nightmares about malwares.

 

[Malphaestus]

Thexcentrichilean don't leave me either, you heartbreaker.

Damafaud , who else, but you, can bestow upon our characters such written descriptions of their immaculacy? Reeeeee

ThatWhichShouldBe REEEEEEEEEEE Monk

Everyone who know me, eat donkey food.

Mqueserasera 's my favourite tho.

 

[Damafaud]

I like drunk Mal

Stroke my ego more pls

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Someone call the Swedish Emergency Hotlines we have a drunken Mal on the loose, I repeat a drunken Mal on the loose.

 

[Malphaestus]

Mal is drunk and I'm having nightmares about malwares.

ehehehehe, seventynine yottabytes of mental defense down the drain, time to ravage, rave, and carnage.

 

[Malphaestus]

I like drunk Mal

Stroke my ego more pls

Ah, your face, as blossoming as the sun's grace upon the earth, and your breath... Truly the creation of the cosmic circumstances in which all life dwells, except...
It was meant to be, truly, for what else can be grand if not your smile?! How I dream, I dream of the times where grace granted by the grand is as benevolent as your presence.

 

[Malphaestus]

Someone call the Swedish Emergency Hotlines we have a drunken Mal on the loose, I repeat a drunken Mal on the loose.

Ya can't stop me, not this time. Nu-uh.

 

[Worthlessplebian]

ehehehehe, seventynine yottabytes of mental defense down the drain, time to ravage, rave, and carnage.

Yes, I did feel an exceptional rage in my dreams. As if I wanted bash, mash, and run through the vile programmer who wrote the virus.

 

[ThatWhichShouldBe]

ThatWhichShouldBe REEEEEEEEEEE Monk

what is wrong with being a monk smh

 

[Worthlessplebian]

Ya can't stop me, not this time. Nu-uh.

Many men have said that to me.

 

[Worthlessplebian]

what is wrong with being a monk smh

He's drunk... Par for the course with him.

 

[Malphaestus]

Yes, I did feel an exceptional rage in my dreams. As if I wanted bash, mash, and run through the vile programmer who wrote the virus.

Ohohoho, is this a war you declare? Are you prepared for the consequences (took me 5.26 seconds to remember the word)?

what is wrong with being a monk smh

Nothing, if you ask me personally. I live life, in very buddhist fashion. HOWEVER, [...].

 

[Malphaestus]

Many men have said that to me.

I am no mere man, you know me too well to consider me one.

 

[Damafaud]

DRUNK MAL IS ON THE LOOSE THIS IS GETTING DANGEROUS

 

[Worthlessplebian]

I am no mere man, you know me too well to consider me one.

I know, Devil. I know. But I must still try, old friend.

 

[Malphaestus]

FiveElemental JoIN mE, ComAdE. i Know yOU aRE DEStinEd For tHE VOID.

 

[Malphaestus]

I know, Devil. I know. But I must still try, old friend.

>EN GRADE, FOE. ALLOW ME TO PIERCE THINE DEFENSE WITH MINE SWORD (pronounced through monty python).

 

[Malphaestus]

He's drunk... Par for the course with him.

There is no course, with drunkedness, there are neither rules nor obligations. Words are free, thoughts are loosened, and obligations are anulled. But you, old friend (slightly longer than a year is a very long time in mine eyes) must be stopped! Drink, loosen, so that I may ridicule your illiteracy! Oh, I remember your darkest moments sooooo vividly. If only I had the dereliction of sense to mention them here...

Drinks more.

 

[Worthlessplebian]

>EN GRADE, FOE. ALLOW ME TO PIERCE THINE DEFENSE WITH MINE SWORD (pronounced through monty python).

>I SHANT ALLOW, A DODDERING DRUNK TO STAB ME WITH HIS SWORD, HAVE AT YOU!

 

[Malphaestus]

DRUNK MAL IS ON THE LOOSE THIS IS GETTING DANGEROUS

DRinK youRSELF, or what, ARe yOU TweLVE?!

 

[Worthlessplebian]

There is no course, with drunkedness, there are neither rules nor obligations. Words are free, thoughts are loosened, and obligations are anulled. But you, old friend (slightly longer than a year is a very long time in mine eyes) must be stopped! Drink, loosen, so that I may ridicule your illiteracy! Oh, I remember your darkest moments sooooo vividly. If only I had the dereliction of sense to mention them here...

Drinks more.

Dog! You wouldn't dare! Is it not enough to have stolen my name through screenshot? Must you air out my deepest fears!

 

[Malphaestus]

Dog! You wouldn't dare! Is it not enough to have stolen my name through screenshot? Must you air out my deepest fears!

How vague! I would never stoop so low! It is all in the mind, vanquishable foe! Memorability is key, and your words are like streaks of the stars upon the wishful eyes of the gazing. With but a singular thought, the recognition of your disgrace can be brought to life with instantaneity!