FIGHT POST

[rideswherever]

[flash!

all of a sudden, your surroundings appear to change. a silvery wall slides through you, and then another. when they disappear, you will find yourself transported to an empty, dusty field, and the only thing on your mind is to FIGHT. it doesn't matter who you find before you, you've got to fight them. to the death, to the pain, to whatever

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[fruitophile]

[ LEVEL: HOLY FUCK
ATTACK: HE'S GONNA KILL ME
DEFENCE: AND RAPE THE BODY
SPEED: THIS IS A GREAT IDEA
SPECIAL: MAYBE I SHOULD FIGHT THIS CREEPER ]

1/?

[blowsurmind]

Alright, buddy, let's danc---

[blowsurmind]

. . . [ takes a good look at your face ]

[blowsurmind]

[ that is a pretty . . . scary face ]

[blowsurmind]

[ like. REALLY SCARY ]

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[blowsurmind]

Raincheck! [ runs off ]

[fruitophile]

... ♣

[enemaothestate]

[Oh.

Oh Hello there. I'm just going to walk out of a door that appeared out of nowhere, take one good look at you...

And know it's ~fated~.]

Good evening, sir. May I interest you in some corrective personality surgery?

[fruitophile]

I'll show you my favourite magic trick in return. ♥

[enemaothestate]

I'm afraid I've never been much of a fan of parlor tricks.

[fruitophile]

[ points at him; unless one is able to see auras, he is attaching an invisible "string" or aura. of sorts. ]

That's no fun. ♣

[enemaothestate]

[What Faust can or can not see, sense or cannot sense is a matter of debate- what is less so is his ability to tolerate battle banter. Hence he's just gonna LEAP up into the air and come down with a seven foot scalpel-spear, aimed straight at yo face~]