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6/25/2016 11:19:34 AM
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*Mortar was beginning to panic, his abilities were slowed, almost negated. But he was part demon as well, he thought these didn't affect him. Apparently they did. Mortar was beginning to get pissed. He didn't want to do this too early, but he had to do what he had to do to survive. And with that, he pulled out something no one would have expected: a taser. Why the taser? The answer was unknown to Armageddon, but Mortar instantly knew what to do with it. This would almost ensure that he at least barely survived.*
I must inform you that I am not one to be -blam!-ed with, my dear enemy. You are facing a being who has won countless wars, destroyed more Universes than Rick and Morty, and still has time to make 1970s-2020s pop-culture references. You are but an apparition, and you shall be defeated. Maybe not for the last time, but now I'm realizing that I've talked too long.
*And with that, he aimed it at his chest, and fired. What happened next, well, let's just say you didn't expect it. He was passed out on the ground, his acidic blood mixing with his drool on the ground, eating away at shrapnel on the ground.*
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[b][i]The flesh priest collapses to the ground, twitching and smoking from the electrical burns. The way up ahead is clear. The woman lays on the ground, ribs exposes and face peeled back like an open banana peal. "Please.... Kill me...." She begs, laying in a pool of quickly cooling blood.[/i][/b]
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[spoiler]Mortar used it on himself, but I'll go with this.[/spoiler] *Mortar looks at the woman* I apologize, for I had not wanted to cause all this. I will end your misery. *And with that, he took an icy blue knife off his back and stabbed it into the woman's neck, ice literally filling her veins* Rest in peace
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[spoiler]oh whoops lol[/spoiler] [b][i]The presence clouding your mind vanishes. As your regular vision returns, you see that you've just stabbed a small child who was hiding from the cultists. Blood drools from her stab wound and the life fades from her eyes. Armageddon laughs maniacally as he steps out from the shadows, allowing the light to touch his body of pure hard shadow. He stands 17ft tall, a mountain range of spikes across his back and upper body. His thick, imposing body occupies much space. "Her fear was delicious.... But your mind was the real treat...." Says Armageddon as he shape shifts to the form of your biological mother. Blood begins running down her face and she looks to the sky suddenly, bursting every light within hundreds of feet. The darkness swallows you whole. "You've entered my domain, mortal..." [/i][/b]
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*Mortar definitely seems more annoyed than scared* Mortal? Oh, shit, now I'm pissed. *Mortar's eyes glow like flashlights as he looks around*
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*Mortar definitely seems more annoyed than scared* Mortal? Oh, shit, now I'm pissed. *Mortar's eyes glow like flashlights as he looks around*
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[b][i]The light fails to penetrate the shadows... Ans your hands begin to shake. Blood begins pouring out of your nose and eyes as Armageddon probes your mind. Your head feels like it's on fire from the inside as bright flashes of unlight strobe inside your head. The pain is unbearable. You feel Armageddon ransacking your memories from the inside. "First I'm going to consume your flesh..." Whispers Armageddon from inside your head - a vision of yourself flashes before your mind's eye, your flesh peeling off your bones like a peeled fruit. "...then immolate your soul..." Continues Armageddon's inhuman voice as flames and chaos of the warp threatens to drive you insane. You're no longer inside your body. You're looking down at yourself from above - you're carving the flesh from your face with a piece of broken glass. A dark form stands behind your body, gently guiding your shaking hands. "....there is no escape, mortal..." [/i][/b]
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*Mortar falls to his knees, the pain becoming unbearable. This was unusual for him, because he was usually extremely tolerant to pain, and now he was on his knees, seemingly crying like a young child falling off his scooter* Damn, that hurts. Man I hope this will work. *Mortar puts a pair of headphones on, cranks up the volume to max, and puts this song on* This has worked before, it will work again.
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[spoiler]omg I never expected that LOL[/spoiler] [i][b]Armageddon shrieks in horror, exploding into the shadows and disappearing with a howling roar that screams away into the shadows.[/b][/i]
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[spoiler]No one does.[/spoiler] *Mortar, still in pain, gets back up, he has gotten used to that type of music, so he was able to still think about what to do with this darkness around him* I said today I wasn't gonna exert myself, but, I am close to death, so, I guess I have to do this. *Mortar takes a black knife off his back and stabs it in his chest, killing him. After a moment, the corpse begins to cough. Coughing, again and again, until it seems to "vomit" out a strange material. Flesh. Mortar's flesh. It continues this until the corpse is empty. Then the flesh blob stands up, you can see the organs, muscles, and other stuff inside realigning. After a moment, skin begins crawling out of the small of it's back, Mortar's skin. The skin wraps around the limbs and head and other stuff until you can clearly see it's Mortar. But he is different. His eyes are glowing white. He holds his arms up and summons a ball. Not of iron, but of light, bright enough to rival the strongest of stars* LOOK AT THE SUN BEING! LOOK AT IT!
