red seeds take caution

[shutupncontract]

[ The purple fog has spread over the island...

Amazing Grace may be ringing in your ears.

... and you might have a need to kill.

And look, it's the perfect targe--

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Vriska: Lose your shit.

[endless8s]

[ You don't know why fog on a human planet would affect you. By all logic, it shouldn't. But it is. Remember the good old FLARPing days? Yeah, you're remembering them all right. But dice aren't cutting it for you. You want something in your hands. You want to hit things with it. You want to hit them until they stop moving.

That sums up your thought process nicely.

Your strife specibus is by no means AXE-KIND, but you picked up a card after killing a monster wielding one and threw it in your SYLLADEX and STRIFE DECK and now it is just so lucky you happen to have it on hand, and are hacking into someone's door, already mowing down some HUMANS OF NO CONSEQUENCE with your new trusty friend.

You have all the luck.

All of it. ]

In your Island bringing in the Maddness.

[intolonderland]

[ The constant stream of change was something she should have been accustomed to by then. But the sudden shift did not take her to either London or her crumbling Wonderland. Her boots sunk briefly into the sand of the beach as her free hand move to cover her mouth-- having arrived so abruptly she had no chance of avoiding the purple fog.

When she breathed it in she could not help wondering for a split second if this was, in fact, Caterpillar's doing. But this was not her Wonderland. She had no recollection of this place according to her shambled memories.

Then her fingers, the ones holding the Vorpal Blade that was stained with the blood of Madcaps and putrid black goop of those wretched abominations known as Ruins, gripped the handle tightly. While not a single monster could be seen the urge to bring the sharp blade into play washed over her. With every breath she took she felt the need to strike fester within. ]

LET'S PLAY

[endless8s]

[ And you'll see a horned, gray-skinned girl approaching you, hand gripped fiercely on an axe-- for once, she doesn't bother even thinking of alchemizing another one. This one killed enough people just. Fine. The Karkat-red candy blood staining her clothing and splattered over her clothing was proof. ]

[ And there was another girl. She was alive. That wouldn't do! ]

T1ckt0ck8r8kh34dst1ckt0ck8r8kh34ds T1CK. T0CK.

8R8K. H43DS.

[ It's not hard to see what's on her mind. ]

OH BOY OH BOY

[intolonderland]

[ The approaching figure did little to ease the unsettling confusion of her already warped mind. With a flick of her wrist the blade's handle changed in position, her grip now holding it with the tip aimed to the ground, as she pulled the knife up in front of her for defense.

Her eyebrows narrowed when the girl spoke. Her mind could understand her speech despite the bizarre nature of it. But it was the ticking and the tocking that settled in her mind and for a moment her memory lapsed back to the vision she had during her last session with the doctor. The image of Rabbit dying in front of her made the corner of her mouth twitch as she took the first step closer.

She had questions. Oh so many questions. But all of it was clouded by the desire to bring the blade's edge to this girl's throat. ]

Try if you like-- I will not be bested by anyone!

[endless8s]

I don't lose.
I H8VE ALL THE L8CK!
t1ck t0ck 8R8K H34DS! HAAAAAAA HAHAHAHAHAHA!!

[ She'd clash her blade with hers-- this wouldn't end without blue blood or red blood being spilled. ]

[lastofkuith]

[The last thing she remembered was being grabbed by tentacles for an unknown reason and then when she was next aware, she was on some sandy beach in her clothes and surrounded by purple fog.]

[...it might say something about her sanity, she supposed, that her first thought was she had been SURE Stacy ate her clothes for fuel instead of pondering how exactly she ended up on a beach, but many things had challenged her views on reality for the past year.]

[But now...now that wasn't her biggest problem. She leaned against a tree, gritting her teeth and trying to banish these desires that were not her own. Oh, she didn't doubt her violent urges, but she KNEW her violent urges. They usually involved wanting to set people on fire, not beat them to a pulp.]

[She fought the urge, pounding a fist against a tree, trying to think of a spell or incantation or SOMETHING to be rid of this fog that she knew was poisoning her mind. Sadly, it did not let her remain too aware of her surroundings.]

> Aradia: Make them pay

[aradiate]

[There is a alien robot girl.

There is an alien robot girl who does not know what the hell up is with this purple fog. She's floating up in the air and her circuits are feeling rather... dysfunctional.

She wants to break something.

She wants to make someone pay.

Pay for what? Who knows and she doesn't care she's gonna break shit.]

> Vriska: Make Her Pay.

[endless8s]

[ She's staring up at the hovering robot. She's brandishing the axe before throwing it with a god-tier aim-- it may not mean anything, could be easily dodged, but she wanted to throw it. An unexplainable urge. ]

T1CK T0CK 8R8K H34DS, ARADIAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!

Re: > Vriska: Make Her Pay.

[aradiate]

[Using her psychic powers, Aradia makes it so that she catches the axe in her outstretched hand. But then she tosses at the ground. Using weapons isn't her style.

All she feels right now is the inexplicable urge to hurt and shut that annoying voice off]

shut up
shut up shut up shut up

[endless8s]

[ She flashes into her god-tier outfit-- Sylladexes? No time to mess with them when you're being cool and need to kill. ]

Let's finish this, Megido.

[itwasmysin]

[ It's Beatrice, right? That's her suit and jacket, but... no. That's Shannon's hair and eyes. And she is casually strolling--

BANG

[ Through the fog, shooting any stray NPC she sees. Useless pieces don't belong on her gameboard! She will remove ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜᴇʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇʙᴏᴀʀᴅ ɪs ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ

BANG ]