Wednesday, October 19, 2011
A time of subtlety
I think I'm going to drop some of my more flashy glyphs for a bit. It seems to be a bit much recently. Lucia's still sleeping off jet lag with an pillow enchanted so she doesn't have to deal with any dreams. Once she wakes up we're going to do some examinations with glyphs. See what we can determine about the Fear Ryan mentioned.
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Just tossing it out there....this Fear does not fuck around, as we've just learned.
And it seems that it's a fan of bacon.
...What.
Perhaps it's the Fear of Kosher food?
More like the Fear of fucking with my carefully crafted glyphs for his own sick goddamn enjoyment! If I ever see that fucking mismatched little shit I'll destroy everything but it's NERVE CELLS SO IT CAN STILL FEEL PAIN
Okay, Clark is now removed from the computer and is now finding out what various trees, squirrels, and proxies look like when turned inside out. I think he's actually putting them in each others' skins now. That is horrible...
-Tony, posting in Clark's name because I can't post under my own name on Clark's blog.
...Alight, never gonna piss you off.
Also, I'll be posting tomorrow the contents of Nate's journal. Gonna put this out there though: He was never really on our side, and had planned to kill us all eventually. Thanks for ridding us of him. I owe you a drink for that.
Here's a detail you can add: Clark already knew Nate was a traitor. The demon he was with that week he was gone told him it was gonna happen. He was just keeping from causing a panic until he could atomize Nate. Although, eternity as a Demon Prince's bitch works too.
-Tony
Good plan on Clark's part, if Nate found out he would've killed Tori first. Also, whatever controlled Prophet was really Nate using two of his unmentioned powers: Control and Hallucinations.
Which is hilarious, because Clark's had "True Sight" glyphs on his glasses since he figured out working Glyphs.
Oh, that last one was me, Tony.
-Tony
...Which also explains the Giant Rake that ate John and Deimos. I'm a moron for not realising that sooner.
Ugh. That means that Nate... I'm gonna go watch Clark vent for a bit. That's less gut-wrenching than that thought.
-Tony
It made bacon-making glyphs. Bacon-making glyphs.
Oh god, the grease. I need a shower.... DX
Also, Clark gets....scary, when he's pissed. O.o While the Fear made bacon with glyphs, Clark is making squirrel bacon...with fireballs.
...He's making catapults. Out of proxies. To fling them into a sawmill. Also made out of proxies. I am speechless. I didn't even KNOW HE COULD DO THAT!
-TONY
Bacon... Glyphs? Can I come over? Please?
You know, I just thought of something funny. The title of this is "A time of subtlety," But so far we have bacon-spewing glyphs, an entire forest turned into ash and replaced, various animals, trees, and proxies turned inside out and wearing each others' skins, and a human catapult and sawmill. Plus, Clark is having the most literal explosive rage since World War 2. Subtlety got fucked a while ago.
Once again, that was me, Tony.
-Tony
Uh, yeah.
I'll be under the couch if anyone needs me.
He... Oh my god, he just made a freaking STAR. In the back yard. What the hell.
-Tony
>Clark makes a FRIGGIN STAR
>Doesn't want to be considered God
>(NOTE:My puns are far worse than Nate's ever were)
>Sun I am dissapoint.
Even more so, to finish off his rampage, he hangs the damn thing up as a deck lamp, and passes out. Lucia and I are gonna drag him to bed. Lu says she'll post up more details, and I won't argue the point. She's better at detailing that stuff than me, I'm just good at shitting my pants at the stuff he does.
-Tony
I might have to post tomorrow at this rate. o.o
Do excuse me while I clean the Dairam-piss off of the spot where he had been stading when the explosions started and also find said kitten.
Clark's a mess too, aigh.
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