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| 09 Sep 2013 09:59 PM |
| Ah, it is you, Mad King. The one that rules without rule. The one that enjoys killing for the pleasure of the agonizing screams.... The one who loves the taste of chaos, the very same chaos that pulses through your body. Yes, you are a king and this is your Utopia. Nothing can ruin it, as everything has already been ruined. Well, that's what's in your mind anyway. Some day, you will get your crown, but now you're stuck in an asylum. Your hysterical laughs shivers the spine of the guards that are unfortunate enough to see you; Wide, unblinking eyes filled with insanity, red-violet lips and bright teeth like that of a maniac, and your wild, black hair that sticks out like the many knives you used to gut your mother with. An unlucky victim approaches you, carrying a plate of glop. "Ah, a meal fit for a king! How lovely!" You compliment the glop. Your victim so disrespectfully tosses the plate on the table and quickly shuts the gate. You see through your window that the sun is beginning to rise, and that there is not a single guard outside. What would you like to do, Mad King? |
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| 09 Sep 2013 11:20 PM |
| Kind of reminds me of the dark mage in my RP. But MARKED. ;D |
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| 10 Sep 2013 03:57 PM |
| Interactive Story Roleplay. I'm narrating you, Mad King. |
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| 10 Sep 2013 03:57 PM |
I - Interactive S - Story R - Role P - Play |
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