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[Djinn N Tonic]

Shit, He's on to you.


GT: unlikE You


GT: i'm acTuallY loYal To ThE hEmospEcTRum


Except you aren't. You think the Sea-Dwellers are beneath you, That the Grand Highblood belongs on top.

 

[Elision of Ecritures]

==>

It's like a little tinge every Time you hear him lie straight through his keyboard, pushing out that jelly which is his pushy and antagonistic words. You can feel the lies all around you, and with that advantage, you can always have the advantage over him whenever he tries lying, You should start keeping track of all of the lies he tells you, so you can always use it over him, because he lies to so many people, including what is probably himself. This is the one of the many major ironies in your life, how you are so good at reading people, yet have such social fears and anxieties.

CC: That's twØ now.





CC: HØpefully yØu'll get better, but frØm this yØu're nØt making much prØgress.





CC: SØrry tØ say.





CC: I guess, as is the cØmmØn phrase used in such a scenariØ as this; the table have turned.

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[Djinn N Tonic]

You think about what they're saying. How would they know your lying? Empathic abilities maybe? If so, then that narrows down the possibilities of their blood to the lower castes, but there IS always exceptions. Not that it matters, they aren't a High-blood, they don't act like one.


==> Respond


GT: no onE is TuRning anY TablEs


GT: kEEp ThosE fucking TablEs in ThEiR cuRREnT fucking RoTaTion


GT: and TEll mE blackmask


GT: wHAt COLOr IS yOUr MOtHerFUCKING BLOOD.

 

[Elision of Ecritures]

==> Trick Him




Luckily as an Empath, and a Lime Blood, you're excellent about understanding how people lie and need to lie, so you have an immensely good talent at knowing just exactly how to lie and phrase information so it's very difficult to detect. No one can know that you are an Empath, so you have to dial it down sometimes, because only Lime Bloods were Empaths and those gifted with Psychic Abilities of that Sort,, which is what made them so dangerous to deal with and were wiped out into extinction, the ability would be a dead giveaway for your blood color.




CC: FINE!



CC: YØu knØw what, fine. I actually have Rust CØlØred Red BlØØd.



CC: It all started with hØw much I absØlutely despise the HemØspectrum.



CC: Like I said priØr it was just an excuse tØ put dØwn Øthers and tØrment lØwer castes based Øn their life span.



CC: And then yØu came alØng with yØur bullshit abØut hating the lØwer castes.



CC: It made me have immensely self-hating feelings abØut hØw I was lesser than Øther peØple, and that I was at the bØttØm Øf the HemØspectrum.



CC: I was ashamed while yØu went Øn and Øn, sØ I eventually decided tØ hide my blØØd cØlØr Øut Øf silent prØtest and shame.


















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[Djinn N Tonic]

GT: so


GT: WhaT You'RE saYing


GT: IS tHAt I SHOULD KILL yOU.


GT: insTEad of lETTing You livE?


GT: bullshiT


GT: You'RE lYing


GT: WE boTh knoW You'RE smaRTER Than To shoW YouR REal blood if You WERE a RusT-blood

 

[Elision of Ecritures]

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At this point you have to take drastic measures in order to avoid letting your secret out. You have to carry on a tradition which has existed since your ancestors were still alive, and that was being the best Moirails available to the angry, fearful and neurotic highbloods who long since committed mass genocide against all Lime Bloods for the sake of the Condesce, so she could prosper and spread the anger and fear that Alternia today was based on. Now was the time to use the Lime Blood voice, and channel your Empathic abilities to finally calm Rivegl the fuck down.

CC: Øk, I'm sØrry I had tØ dØ this, but yØu just had tØ keep fØrcing me intØ almØst impØssible situatiØns.


CC: LØØk, Rivgel......




CC: Why dØn't yØu just calm dØwn?



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[Djinn N Tonic]

GT: don'T TEll me To FUCKING CALM DOwN.


GT: You limE-bloodEd FILtH.


GT: WhY don'T You jusT DIe NOw.


GT: no


GT: I'LL KILL yOU MySeLF.


GT: It wILL Be SO MUCH FUN.


GT: wAtCHING yOU BLeeD OUT tHe MOSt VILe OF tINtS.


GT: i can'T WaiT

 

[Elision of Ecritures]

CC: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..................


CC: Shhhhhh.............sshhhhhh.....shhhhhhh


CC: *Pat* *Pat*

 

[Djinn N Tonic]

GT: ThE fuck aRE You doing


GT: don'T "shush" mE, mucus-blood


GT: i'm sTill going To kill You


GT: so don'T TRy To calm mE doWn


GT: iT Won'T WoRk

 

[Elision of Ecritures]

CC: Shooooooooooooooooooooooooosssssssh shoooooooooooossssh
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[Djinn N Tonic]

GT: NO.


GT: FUCK yOU.


GT: I SAID StOP.

 

[Elision of Ecritures]

==>




This shit is getting pretty real. Almost too real for you as you calm him the fuck down. In reality you could go all day.

CC: SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH

 

[Djinn N Tonic]

GT: aRE You EvEn lisTening To mE


GT: FUCKING.


GT: StOP.

 

[Elision of Ecritures]

==> Inquire




It's time to get to the real shoosh pap here. Anybody can decide to tell their friends to shut the fuck up and calm the fuck down, but you have more inquisitive ways than that. You quickly begin to change tactics, him being all the more frustrated at your antics which basically were just the setting atop the cake of calming the fuck down you will have him eat in small bites, tier by tier.

CC: Are yØu upset at the fact that yØu're unable tØ cØntrØl me?


CC: Ør is their anØther sØurce Øf yØur apparent rage?
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[Djinn N Tonic]

GT: didn'T i jusT saY


GT: fucking sTop


======> Rivgel: Troll TT


GT: mid-blood


GT: TEll cc To shuT ThE fuck up


GT: ThEY aREn'T lisTEning To mE

 

[Elision of Ecritures]

==>




The shoosh pap was just the beginning.




CC: YØu knØw, I gØtta say that aftr cØunting up all yØur lies, I surmise that yØu have a great dislike Øf the HemØspectrum in general.


CC: But it's nØt because yØu think it's immØral, nØ, I think the main reasØn yØu dislike it is because yØu dislike yØur pØsitiØn as secØnd best.


CC: YØu feel inferiØr tØ highblØØds like the sea dwellers, because really in the end yØu just want tØ be the Ruler.


CC: YØu have a craving fØr fame, and wealth and pØwer, but has this always been yØur main want and need in life? Have yØu always saught it Øut?
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[Djinn N Tonic]

GT: if You'RE TRYing To bE palE WiTh mE


GT: You'RE going abouT iT ThE WRong WaY


GT: You don't shoosh-pap somEonE


GT: and ThEn insulT ThEm sTRaighT To ThEiR facE


GT: noT ThaT i caRE foR ThEm


GT: buT i'm gETTing somE mixEd signals hERE

 

[Elision of Ecritures]

==>




CC: DØ yØu legitimately believe that the attempt tØ calm yØu dØwn and give yØu a great, pale embrace wØuldn't be fØllØwed by a direct amØunt Øf reciprØcatiØn tØwards yØur Øwn anger?


CC: As I'm sure yØu can understand, I am nØt withØut feelings myself. YØu are Øf nØ less blame nØw fØr blatantly disrespecting me at any given ØpprØtunity, and I wish tØ infØrm yØu Øf what it wØuld feel like if sØmeØne blatantly disrespected yØur Øwn barriers as well.


CC: As the phrase gØes, 'A taste Øf Øne's Øwn Medicine', dØes it nØt taste gØØd? I wØuld nØt be shØcked if yØur respØnse was a yes.


CC: YØu will mØst likely nØw be mØre and mØre frustrated, but yØur anger and emØtiØnal break Øuts have given me the advantage Øf a clear mind and analytical understanding, I believe my strengthening Øf resØlve will help us make prØgress better this way.
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[Djinn N Tonic]

GT: WhaT The fucking fuck aRE You fucking Talking abouT


GT: fuck

 

[Elision of Ecritures]

==>


CC: HØw abØut this, we'll make a game Øut Øf the prØcess we're creating here.


CC: I'll ask yØu a questiØn, and then yØu'll answer and reply with a questiØn fØr me that we have tØ answer nØ matter what.


CC: SØund fun? YØu can gØ first, I knØw yØu prefer mØre viØlent games, but we'll make dØ with what we have.
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[Djinn N Tonic]

GT: YEah


GT: i havE a QUEsTion


GT: WhaT ThE fucking fuck is fucking WRong With You


gregariousTorso [GT] ceased trolling centuriesCandelabra [CC]


Jegus you hate him. In the most Platonic way possible.

 

[Cronix]

==>


You go back to being the more average troll. You also make the executive decision to search for the beta that seems to be quite a hot topic as of now. Of course you have to close all the tabs on your GRUBTOP before leaving, otherwise that would leave a heap of disorganized choas spread about your clean think pan. Upon closing all those crazy windows you notice a flash of words that are resting gently on your moniter screen; SGRUB BETA FILES.


It seems as if the answer was staring you right in the face all along, rather ironically, but not in the funny way. You had completely forgotten that you were the one in fact to bring the code together to make the game files, how you obtained the code was another story you had already forgotten. A story that would most likely be revealed when everyone decided the time was right.


You open TROLLIAM once again, a shame in the respect that you had only recently cleaned up all the clutter.


mediocoreKiller [MT] began trolling centuriesCandelabra [CC]


MT: Good news my~ good ol' bu~ddy chum pal~ friend


MT: I have~ located~ the beta!


MT: Which~ upon re~vealing it's~ location~ I now re~alize why~ none of you~ have reciev~ed it thus~ far!


MT: The rea~son being, I've~ had the on~ly copy~ in my po~ssesion this~ whole time~





@Elision of Ecritures

 

[Snipewing]

==> Enough with that nonsense. Who the hell is this guy?

Your name is MARK STENGER, and you are a 15 year old BLACKSMITH-IN-TRAINING. You like to play with FIRE and METAL, but that is only a little of what interests you. You have an unhealthy fascination with SPIDERS. Damn you love SPIDERS. But you also love SETTING THEM ON FIRE, which is kinda morbid, but hey that's what you do, you little psycho. You are a SAXOPHONE ENTHUSIAST, and love to waste your time on a horn playing CARELESS WHISPER like a cliche band kid. You have a guilty pleasure of GARDENING, but of course, when something in your garden dies you SET IT ON FIRE. Seriously. You're a freak.

You tend to be LAZY, RELAXED, CARELESS, and sometimes pretty LATE. But hey, at least you have fire, right? You love the stuff. You want a pet, but your dad/mentor won't let you get one. Last time you had one it didn't go well. It bit you. And then it bit PROPANE.

Your chumhandle is woodenSmith, and you can be a bit of a dick.
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[Djinn N Tonic]

==> Troll TT


GT: hEY mid-blood


GT: Tick


GT: tOCK.





You have fun messaging Serium with nothing but "Tick Tocks." It's one of your favorite things to do, Making people angry. You think about someone else closley tied with Anger, your ancestor, Docksman Riftvein, a powerhouse of pure wrath... jegus he was awesome. He was where you got your ANCIENT HITLIST from, All the names are crossed off ages ago, except for one, which just said MUCUS. You now think you know who it was supposed to be. You've been searching for a Lime-Blood ever since you found it, you HAVE to finish this list, it is you PURPOSE. You decide to troll the OTHER mid-blood, she might give some insight.


==> Troll the OTHER mid-blood


gregariousTorso [GT] began trolling mediocoreKiller [MK]


GT: mk, i havE a QuEsTion


GT: do You knoW WhERE cc livEs


GT: iT's impoRTanT

 

[Necromantic]

What do you want, this Purpleblood asks you. You stare at the screen for a minute, trying to figure out just how you want to respond. Respond normally, or make the conscious decision to be so completely and utterly creepy that it weirds out even a Purpleblood? Respond normally, or creepily? Normally, or....


Oh he wants you to message-


Fuck those ticks. You're ignoring his request to message CC.


TT: fucking st6p. thAt


TT: whAt d6's. s'rium wAnt. th6ugh?


TT: oh kick'd. in th'. fAc' A. n'w rAz6r.


TT: mAyb' t6. g6 6ut. And kill. A f'w.


TT: br'Ak 6ff. th'ir h6rns. And gut. th'm whil'. th'yr' still. Aliv'.


TT: h' c6uld. 'v'n vid'6. tAp' it. All.


TT: mAyb' s6m'6n'. 6f A. high'r bl66d. th4n him.


TT: its 6nly. ill'gAl if. h' g'ts. c4ught.


TT: wh4t d6. y6u wAnt. grAp' blood?





Was that supposed to be normal, or creepy? The person writing for you isn't even sure. He thinks he made a mistake with this character.