First Person:HELLO RuBY CITY. WOuLD YOu LIKE TO PLAY A GAME? WELL TOO FuCKING BAD. YOuR'E GOING TO HAVE TO WAIT. I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO RIGHT NOW THAN DEAL WITH A BuNCH OF DISGuSTING HuMANS. TECHNICALLY THIS SHOuLD BE BETTER THAN THAT PISS POOR DEAD PLANET I'VE BEEN STuCK ON. TECHNICALLY. AND TO BE HONEST I SHOuLD PROBABLY BE CELEBRATING MY uLTIMATE VICTORY AND FREEDOM. ACTuALLY. LET'S DO THAT. LET'S CELEBRATE THE FuCK OVER HOW MuCH BETTER AT GAMES I AM THAN MY EXTREMELY DEAD CAN'T BE DEADER SISTER. DID I MENTION SHE'S DEAD? BECAuSE SHE IS. SHE'S SuPER DEAD. IT'S AWESOME. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT, BY THE WAY. EVERYONE SHOuLD EXPERIENCE THE LIBERATING FEELING OF HAVING A DEAD SISTER. IF YOu DON'T HAVE THE GuTS YOuRSELF TO ACCOMPLISH SuCH A MAGNIFICENT FEAT. JuST, YOu KNOW. PESTER ME. I WOuLD BE DOWN TO KILLING SOME SISTERS. FREE OF CHARGE. WHERE WAS I AGAIN?? IT DOESN'T EVEN FuCKING MATTER I GuESS. I HAVE A LOT OF SHIT TO GET TO, IF THIS IS STILL THE GAME. WHICH I AM BEGINNING TO SuSPECT. IT ISN'T. WHATEVER. LATER, FuCKERS. tumut
Third Person: It was a vast improvement, to be honest. Instead of being surrounded by a whole lot of nothing and ugly ruined landscape, he was now surrounded by life? Buildings that weren't crumbling, people that were breathing and where he can interract with them if he felt like it. Or not. That was the beauty of it! He could do whatever he wanted when he wanted and whichever way he wanted, all this freedom... he could barely hold it all. Like this building over there? He was going to walk on over to it and touch it. No one can stop him, sure they would give him strange looks, but what did he care? He didn't. They didn't matter. With a grunt he gets to his feet again, albeit a little wobbly, it was going to take some getting used to, this robotic leg, but it did the trick. Leaning on his cane for added support he moves to the building in question, blood stained claws touching at the brick in awe.
It was amazing. He smears the blood over the brick, amazed at the texture. In the back of his mind he knows he should probably clean up, but the tome he was carrying (full of Calliope's retarded fanfiction and art) was currently not on his person. It was annoying but the sooner he got rid of his garbage the better, he supposed. He feels a grin tug at his lips, and with the blood splattered over his face it looks quite manic. He leans his head back and just... laughs, a truly liberating sound. Yes... Yes! He was finally free.
He does take the moment to quiet down, eyes closing as if searching for something inward. Ah... silence. She was truly gone, this body was his own and he was free to do what he wanted. He may not be in the medium anymore, but that didn't mean his ultimate goal was lost. He only played the game for a handful of reasons after all: to kill her, to be free, to leave that shithole of a planet and... ultimately, and most important? to fuck shit up. It sent a shiver down his spine in anticipation. He knew nothing of Ruby City, of it's workings, it's people and what would be at his immediate disposal. But he was willing to find out, and the sooner the better.
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WELL TOO FuCKING BAD. YOuR'E GOING TO HAVE TO WAIT. I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO RIGHT NOW THAN DEAL WITH A BuNCH OF DISGuSTING HuMANS.
TECHNICALLY THIS SHOuLD BE BETTER THAN THAT PISS POOR DEAD PLANET I'VE BEEN STuCK ON. TECHNICALLY. AND TO BE HONEST I SHOuLD PROBABLY BE CELEBRATING MY uLTIMATE VICTORY AND FREEDOM.
ACTuALLY. LET'S DO THAT. LET'S CELEBRATE THE FuCK OVER HOW MuCH BETTER AT GAMES I AM THAN MY EXTREMELY DEAD CAN'T BE DEADER SISTER. DID I MENTION SHE'S DEAD? BECAuSE SHE IS. SHE'S SuPER DEAD.
IT'S AWESOME.
I HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT, BY THE WAY. EVERYONE SHOuLD EXPERIENCE THE LIBERATING FEELING OF HAVING A DEAD SISTER. IF YOu DON'T HAVE THE GuTS YOuRSELF TO ACCOMPLISH SuCH A MAGNIFICENT FEAT. JuST, YOu KNOW. PESTER ME. I WOuLD BE DOWN TO KILLING SOME SISTERS. FREE OF CHARGE.
WHERE WAS I AGAIN??
IT DOESN'T EVEN FuCKING MATTER I GuESS. I HAVE A LOT OF SHIT TO GET TO, IF THIS IS STILL THE GAME. WHICH I AM BEGINNING TO SuSPECT. IT ISN'T.
WHATEVER.
LATER, FuCKERS.
tumut
Third Person: It was a vast improvement, to be honest. Instead of being surrounded by a whole lot of nothing and ugly ruined landscape, he was now surrounded by life? Buildings that weren't crumbling, people that were breathing and where he can interract with them if he felt like it. Or not. That was the beauty of it! He could do whatever he wanted when he wanted and whichever way he wanted, all this freedom... he could barely hold it all. Like this building over there? He was going to walk on over to it and touch it. No one can stop him, sure they would give him strange looks, but what did he care? He didn't. They didn't matter. With a grunt he gets to his feet again, albeit a little wobbly, it was going to take some getting used to, this robotic leg, but it did the trick. Leaning on his cane for added support he moves to the building in question, blood stained claws touching at the brick in awe.
It was amazing. He smears the blood over the brick, amazed at the texture. In the back of his mind he knows he should probably clean up, but the tome he was carrying (full of Calliope's retarded fanfiction and art) was currently not on his person. It was annoying but the sooner he got rid of his garbage the better, he supposed. He feels a grin tug at his lips, and with the blood splattered over his face it looks quite manic. He leans his head back and just... laughs, a truly liberating sound. Yes... Yes! He was finally free.
He does take the moment to quiet down, eyes closing as if searching for something inward. Ah... silence. She was truly gone, this body was his own and he was free to do what he wanted. He may not be in the medium anymore, but that didn't mean his ultimate goal was lost. He only played the game for a handful of reasons after all: to kill her, to be free, to leave that shithole of a planet and... ultimately, and most important? to fuck shit up. It sent a shiver down his spine in anticipation. He knew nothing of Ruby City, of it's workings, it's people and what would be at his immediate disposal. But he was willing to find out, and the sooner the better.
And there was nowhere to run. He is already here