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Post by kumainpink on Jul 13, 2012 16:48:38 GMT -5
My dear girl, I must commend you on the way you've attacked my carebears so far... but this is only just the beginning! The fleeting mortality of your soul shall be your undoing! For I am the soulless monster that all shall love, yet nobody shall understand!
*Grabs the fuckslayers and turns them into a giant fuckslayer that I can wield with ease*
*the carebears all turn into Medusa-bears*
Your screams shall be for naught! *slits my own throat. From the flow of my blood comes an army of Dobbys wearing chainsaw groin armor* *throat magically heals back up, thanks to the power of chumpits*
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Post by Miss Wings on Jul 13, 2012 16:51:26 GMT -5
I give up. I have no idea what the fucks happening here!
Sent from my X10i using ProBoards
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Post by kumainpink on Jul 13, 2012 16:54:11 GMT -5
*insane cackling* And you never will!
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Post by viralic1 on Jul 13, 2012 16:55:36 GMT -5
*laughs at everything and goes to find some soda.*
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Post by Silenia on Jul 13, 2012 17:06:12 GMT -5
Indeed, 'tis no more than a mere warming-up exercise to the both of us, the first round of fencing, testing the waters, seeing what the opposite has got to offer.
But be warned, no more is my soul, the soul of the Great Silly Selly Silenia, the High Goddess of Silly Pervertedness, the Queen of Insanity, mortal than yours is existent.
And where you are the soulless monster that all shall love yet nobody shall understand, I am the Queen. The Empress. The High Goddess.
I need not be loved, for I will be served. I will be feared. I will be obeyed. My wish is my servants' command - and my commands are their wishes. For beyond what I tell them, they hold no opinion. They have no knowledge beyond what I gave them. They have no purpose but that which I deem to be their purpose.
They are Servants by existence, by soul, by their whole being.
And I am their Queen. Their Empress. Their High Goddess. Their Creator. They shall never not obey me - for they are not capable of even thinking of disobedience or treason against the one that created them, shaped them into something more powerful from the husks of those weakling mortals that call themselves "humans", sheltered them from anything that could be a risk to them and taught them all I feel they need to know - and no more than what I deem necessary for them to know.
-dramatically gestures as darkness falls over the both of us-
NOW, my servants! My creations! Children of my soul and my mind, though not of my blood nor of my flesh! Show this soulless would-be monster just what she's dealing with!
-darkness disappears as a legion of indescribable... beings, vaguely resembling what might be the result if a crossbreed of human and dementor mated with a dragonoid, appears-
Show her my fury! My wrath! I am your Goddess. Your Empress. You are my hand, with which I smite down with furious anger, those that believe themselves to be my equals!
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Post by kumainpink on Jul 13, 2012 17:14:50 GMT -5
*chuckles in amusement*
Well, it seems that the first round has gone rather well. I am impressed by you, oh would-be queen! I say would-be for I do not believe in royalty - they are the dreams of promises that will never come to be! You may call yourself a Goddess, but the only Godesses I accept are the ones of yesteryear, the forgotten ones of lore long past.
I have no soul, while yours is immortal, you say? I laugh in your face, and the face of your wraith-like creatures, whose words are empty and ice-cold in the face of my inner flame!
*The Dobbys and Carebears are surrounded by wreaths of burning fuckfire*
These creatures are not my slaves, but friends instead! Friends forged from the blackest pits of a shattered memory, brought forth from the nightmares of newborn babies that have been eaten by the President of Mercury! Ride, my comrades, and defeat the evil she-bitch that dares to be crazier than I!
*Nyan cat plays in the background*
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Post by Silenia on Jul 13, 2012 17:35:09 GMT -5
You need not believe in royalty for me to be part of it; for while my title is one I will hold for life, 't is not one I gave myself. 't is one bestowed upon me by those that in their hearts still harbored their believe in dreams of promises and promises of dreams. Those that either fear or welcome the afterlife, or do not believe in it, but will all once have to deal with it - or the lack of it. For they are mortal, moreso than you and I both, who have gone beyond the limitations of mortality and morality that are so inherent to the race we were both born to.
Were they wrong in their judgement of me? Oh, certainly, they were, I do not deny so. I bring not dreams of promises or nearly-forgotten hopes. I do not fulfill wishes, for I am not a genie in a bottle or a fairy - and had I been, I would be of the malignant kind that shall, no matter how carelessly or carefully a wish is phrases, always find a way to fulfill the wish without fulfilling the hope or dream behind it. But there is power in words; a power they unknowingly released, and like a secret revealed or an arrow fired, they are unable to recall that power. They gave me a title, and upon me they put their hopes, and by doing so, they lost the means to take from me the power that they themselves gave me.
No matter how much they may wish to. For I am not a bringer of hope. They once hailed me the Empress of Charity, yet I am not a bringer of good fortune. I am a Goddess, but I do not shed a light upon their path - I cast more shadows over it instead. I am not a fulfiller of dreams - what I bring with me are nightmares.
I was not born a Queen. I was not born an Empress. I was not born a Goddess. But those that were once my equals bestowed upon me those titles, and through the power of words and the power of belief, of faith, the titles they bestowed upon me became the truth. For the power they gave me was enough to set me upon my path of Ascension; it was enough to make me rise above the limitations of the race I was born as part of.
And even if I were not what I am, I would still be a Goddess to those that serve me. For I am their Creator. I am the one who shaped them into what they are, protected them from harm and gave them a purpose.
You may believe in the power of love and friendship. Love and friendship are powerful, I cannot deny that - it was that power, the love and adoration some of those silly mortals felt for me, that made me what I am, after all.
But through that, I have seen how easily that power can be twisted. It can be influenced by those it was never meant to be influenced by. It can be mislead.
True, untainted love and friendship, not influenced by outside sources, can only exist between equals. My servants are not my equals. They themselves gave me the power to, no, as good as forced me to become more than they are. They wished to see themselves as lower than I am. They wished to belief in me, and in my words. They refused outside influence when said outside influence said something else than what I said.
They themselves admitted, before they were what they are now, that they felt as though they had no purpose. Or perhaps by making me a queen and a goddess, their original purpose was fulfilled. I do not know, nor do I care.
So what I did was like the malignant genie I likened myself to - I took their wish and answered it in a way that was not what they meant, but that was nonetheless fitting. Besides, while they themselves would never have come up with it, it is no more than what they had made themselves to be. All I did was give them a new purpose and protection - in return for the freedom of thought and will they had already given up to me, albeit in a more abstract way.
You laugh in my face as I laugh in yours. Why should I care for that? Do you think I could have become what I am if I was bothered by something as... unoriginal as that? I think not.
My Servants, those who had no longer a purpose until I gave them one, may enjoy having a good fight for a change. Or at least, they would have, had they still be capable of emotions.
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Post by Miss Wings on Jul 13, 2012 17:38:35 GMT -5
I want my mummy! I'm scared of this new change *grins* Sent from: Pinky is my Sisky  |
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Post by viralic1 on Jul 13, 2012 17:40:42 GMT -5
*Finds some soda and starts chugging it*
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Post by Silenia on Jul 13, 2012 17:40:50 GMT -5
I want my mummy! I'm scared of this new change *grins* Sent from: Pinky is my Sisky  Here you are. -smirks- |
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Post by Miss Wings on Jul 13, 2012 17:45:00 GMT -5
Sisky:- Enact Revenge Part 1, Now!!! If I had the internet right now you would soo get a butt kicking! Sent from: Pinky is my Sisky |
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Post by Silenia on Jul 13, 2012 17:46:11 GMT -5
Aww, you mean that's not your mummy? But I was so sure I had the right one...
-just kidding XD-
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Post by kumainpink on Jul 13, 2012 17:50:28 GMT -5
*laughs* You my dear, are a wonder! A treasure! A perfectly good chumpit that has festered for three years!
But sadly, you are highly mistaken! There are no gods and goddesses in this world, and my lack of belief in one is enough to prove you wrong! For I am the only one who wields the cosmic powers of fuckfire, imagination and pure destruction! For you to be a goddess is a lie that you have and none shall share!
You say that love and friendship are able to twist, and this is true, too. But it can also withstand the test of your power! You may be powerful, you may even be strong, but I shall rip you off your throne like the scabs on my neck!
*I rip off the scab, so that my neck is bleeding once more, though not nearly as bad as before. Then I eat it because I am hungry, and it smells like chumpits*
Whilst you used and abused others for your power, I use and abuse myself! I rip the flesh off of my skin to create my lovey friends and bleed for them...whist you coldly summon them and bend them to your will!
*the medusa-bears start morphing and changing into a gooey, sticky blob, before combining into one giant medusa bear. It is the size of ten planets and reaches far beyond the heavens, dripping green acid blood and letting out a roar that scares all the children in every galaxy*
My friends, the time is now! FIGHT!
*And so the battle begins*
*I summon up a wreath of holy fuckfire and wait for your next move*
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Post by Miss Wings on Jul 13, 2012 17:56:57 GMT -5
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Post by Miss Wings on Jul 13, 2012 17:58:19 GMT -5
Damn didn't work. Tries again.. Sent from: Pinky is my Sisky |
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Post by kumainpink on Jul 13, 2012 17:58:49 GMT -5
I shall not look, Sissy, but only because you ask me not!
*Cackles a horrible cackle that kills all the trees in the world for a second, only to bring them back in the next*
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Post by kumainpink on Jul 13, 2012 18:02:01 GMT -5
I've already seen that lol. It's what helped make me insane... *drinks the blood of a cow*
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Post by Miss Wings on Jul 13, 2012 18:05:34 GMT -5
Pink unicorn voldiemoldie?? Sent from: Pinky is my Sisky |
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Post by Miss Wings on Jul 13, 2012 18:16:20 GMT -5
12.15am and I'm getting my mini photography studio out  Sent from: Pinky is my Sisky |
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Post by kumainpink on Jul 13, 2012 18:17:03 GMT -5
 Awesome. It's 7:16 here... o.O |
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Post by viralic1 on Jul 13, 2012 18:18:08 GMT -5
Same here.
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Post by Miss Wings on Jul 13, 2012 18:20:31 GMT -5
But my memory cards downstairs so itt'll have to be the good old fashioned lead.. Sent from: Pinky is my Sisky |
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Post by Silenia on Jul 13, 2012 18:27:47 GMT -5
And you are, for someone who so mistakenly believes herself to be my equal or better, quite an intelligent person.
You honestly believe that the lack of belief of a single soulless monster, as you declared yourself to be, is enough to break my power? What a ridiculous thought! For the world upon which you most often set foot is the same that I originate from.
You will without doubt know as well as I do that this world is filled for a good part with monsters, whether in shape or mind or both, those without a soul, those without faith or belief in deities of any kind and any possible combination of those. If I can survive here without the slightest problem, why should the lack of belief of a single being be enough to prove me wrong?
It is true that the power of belief once was necessary for me - to start my Ascension. Now that I am Ascended, I am Divine. I am a Goddess. No mortal can be my equal. No monster can be my equal. The only equal a Divine being can have is another divine being.
If a mere human declares not to believe in the color yellow anymore, does that mean that yellow no longer exists? Does the lack of faith from one human in a political party - something which relies upon faith and belief - topple the party or cause it to fade from existence? Even if that human is monstrous and soulless?
Of course not. So why should you be different? There may be individuals who can make such a difference through sheer imagination, destruction and willpower, but those are not human. They are not monster. They are not mortal.
Those are gods and goddesses. If you declare yourself to be capable of this, 't means you declare yourself to be a god - or the equal of a god. The only equals that gods have are other gods.
So, what will it be, my dear? Do you admit that you don't have the power? Or do you still claim that you are capable of doing so, and thus admitting that you are something you do not believe exists?
How can my divinity be something that none shall share, when it is through the opinions and belief of others that I became divine? Those that once were my equals gave me my power, but lost the power to take it back from me.
Can love and friendship withstand the test of my power, when you have yet to see more than the very beginning of it?
You speak of use and abuse. I may have, but not for my power. The power I gained was freely given. I declined repeatedly, but they themselves decided they wanted me to take it. Is that abuse? I say not. I protected them thrice over. Is that abuse? I say not. If they themselves believe that they know better, I would have been a tyrant to refuse to listen to them; to accept the gift they gave me - for they outnumbered me.
I was by then not yet divine; thus my purpose cannot have been to shepherd and shelter them from themselves. That is not the task of a human, as I was back then.
You think that I did not use - or abuse - myself? Then explain to me the scars upon my immortal soul. You rip apart your body - I rip apart my SOUL to create them. For I formed them from the husks they were as they lost purpose - and claimed so themselves - but do you think that I could have given them the power they hold without sharing a part of myself as well?
't is not my fault that you were too blind to see the meaning behind the words used. I do not use words lightly. I told you that they were Children of my Soul and my Mind, though not of my blood nor of my flesh!
You think that it is abuse to hurt your body? Attempt tearing your mind - for you do not have a soul to tear - apart and rebuild it time after time.
As to the bending of their will? They themselves gave me the control over them. They gave me power. They were mindless and soulless husks of followers of me long before I changed or morphed them.
Perhaps you have heard of a 'hive mind'? Because they all share pieces of the same soul, what one of them knows, all know. They need not communicate with each other. They need not waste time with discussion.
You think it is a crime of me to change them as I have? I did not return to them their free will, correct - but I gave each of them a small piece of a divine mind and a divine soul. I did not replace their human mind or soul with those tiny fractions.
They had lost those on their own long before, after all.
Soul-Children of Mine, formation Eight-B!
-kneels, holds hands near each other, seemingly holding something invisible while watching my servants get into formation-
Soul-Frost-front!
-temperature drops-
-jerks hands as far apart as possible, accompanied by a slight wince as the pain of tearing my soul hits me, a slight silver shimmering visible in the air for a second, then balls of energy crackle in my hands-
Focus-frost!
-slams both hands with energy into the ground, a small layer of ice appearing while simultaneously the coldness seems to be focused around a single point-
Fire at Holy Fuckfire!
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Post by kumainpink on Jul 13, 2012 18:43:09 GMT -5
You dare to try and understand me, and that is your undoing! For how can I be understood when I am a living example of things that contradict? You say that my powers make me a goddess? Then I must laugh at the foolishness of your statement! Have you not heard of magic? Of Aliens, even? For I am one or the other - the truth of which you will never know.
But divinity is a fool's game, my dear girl! *laughs insanely* For how can we be beyond flesh and blood and skin and bone? It is not possible! *rips a chunk of arm flesh off* Look at the insides of my skin, and you shall see the truth! *kicks the fuck out of a few of your wraiths and sends them screaming into the night of morning*
What you cannot know, you do not understand, and what you assume you cannot know! I am not immortal or all-powerful...I am merely too warped to care! The world of sanity offers nothing to me, so I embrace insanity as if it were a long lost lover!
*the giant medusa-bear stomps the fuck out of all who cross its path*
Formation Six-Six-Six, my alies!
*the other medusa-bears and Dobbys disappear for a moment, only to reappear behind their enemies and swaths them in waves of fuckfire and streams of angelic menstrual blood*
You say you have ascended, you claim to be beyond other mortals, and have only become like this because of mortals? Ha! Very well, I shall let you live in your delusion, my dear...just know that there is only enough room for one person who is master of insanity...and it shall be me!
*rips off my left arm, eats it, and two more arms grow in its' place. I do the same to my right arm, and now I have four arms. All four hands now wield the remains of Hogwarts, which I have killed the fuck out of because they denied my friendship*
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Post by kumainpink on Jul 13, 2012 18:45:34 GMT -5
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Post by Silenia on Jul 13, 2012 18:48:14 GMT -5
Certainly, as I was thinking of suggestion such a thing in my upcoming post myself. Unfortunately, I fear we will have to postpone the continuation of this battle until tomorrow, as I have to go for now.
May our battle continue soon.
((I'm having loads of fun so far, by the way. XD))
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Post by kumainpink on Jul 13, 2012 18:49:06 GMT -5
*bows* May the battle continue tomorrow!
((Same here! XD))
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Post by G. Novella on Jul 14, 2012 8:21:20 GMT -5
Where the hell was I? Screw sleep, I need to be here! Damn blackouts!
*starts to pout in her now built pillow fortress*
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Post by kumainpink on Jul 14, 2012 13:21:06 GMT -5
Haha aww Gnovella...don't you fret! There's enough crazy to go around... Now to kill Umbitch!
Let's push her through the Veil!
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Post by viralic1 on Jul 14, 2012 13:25:09 GMT -5
Have Norbert eat her, then use her a dragon dung fertilizer to grow plants that would help muggleborns various ways.
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Awesome. It's 7:16 here... o.O
