welp

[stars_struck]

[Look around. This is the world your world could be, if inhabited by moeblob warriors: somehow, the DR's turned from a happy town into a checkerboard and blasted landscape of improbable ruined architecture and the remnants of destroyed buildings and structures. The skies are dark and cloudy, the atmosphere bleak and windy

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[pimpsaw]

[guess who got King Saw back oh yeah]

...

[tankhandsftw]

[and yet, we're still not terribly interested in you. Jumping down off the top of the spire]

[pimpsaw]

[awww i'm hurt]

Have you finished throwing your tantrums?

[tankhandsftw]

[I'm sorry we have more important things to deal with at the moment]

[sifting a hand through the sand and observing the landscape warily. This can't be right.]

[pimpsaw]

Yes, Strength, we have returned to the Otherworld.

[tankhandsftw]

Barely.

[pimpsaw]

Barely?

[tankhandsftw]

At worst, it is an approximation. At best, it is temporary. We won't be staying here long.

[tankhandsftw]

[crunches the hand into a fist and setting off through the wastes]

It's taunting us.

[pimpsaw]

...

What makes you assume such things?

[tankhandsftw]

This is world is too capricious not to have some form of intelligence.

[pimpsaw]

And why would it specifically target us?

[tankhandsftw]

.....

It targets everyone. Consider; would the rest of that world's inhabitants really survive long here?

[pimpsaw]

So it intends to harm.

[tankhandsftw]

I'm honestly not sure. You missed the time it transformed itself into an endless maze of grey corridors.

[pimpsaw]

[... should've known it was too good to be true]