Post by horrorTerror on Jun 25, 2015 15:35:25 GMT -5
So, I'm a horrorterror. Big whoop. I assume you got the memo when I rampaged in here spouting Orz bestfits left and right and discussing *advanced kaian theory* with regard to Skaia being a derp, plus the actual name, horrorTerror, is about the most transient disguise ever.
So, I'm starting my whole shenanigans record box here. There is also this, that lists some quick details about me and my friends.
For quick reference, since my actual self is obviously too corrupting to do most things personally, I will stow myself in the metaexistence and just use a humanoid body. Because of the natural horrorterror blood color, I like being a lower-ranking seadweller troll though I can just mask the traits and be a land highblood in a pinch, and I tend to keep the horns small and not obstructively weight-changing. Psionics are fun to copy though seriously amp your brain sometime it's so fun. My strife specibus is eldritchKind, my weapons the original Grimoire of Esoterica, as well as the ship and accompaniment flare-cannon of some long-forgotten Skaian Siege Engine, the ceremonial sword of the outer gods, some arcane fancy santa with the face of Uboa-the-dreamterror, a chainsword-gun born to slay angels (and in many battles, it has done admirably so), the baton, bullets unending, the mail, a traveling-tool, and when it has come down to it, piles of junk that qualify merely for their Otherwise corruption. My modus, when I must use one under the dictates of reality, is the Tentacle Grabber, which is pretty much Wallet with more shiny features and abstractable tentacles.
I was born relatively late in the infinite moments of creation, my genesis of special import to some mission long ago completed. I am Knight-Ambassador of the Furthest Ring to the Extra-Dimensional Cosmic Superstring Strata, as Lillian the Corrupter is Ambassador-Knight of the Extra-Dimensional Cosmic Superstring Strata to the Furthest Ring. Damn, that is a long place name to retype, but luckily I don't even need to do much work with there. You may have seen it between the rainbows of a crack in the Furthest Ring, if you bored through space and time wounded simply to see what lay beneath the shining below. That world of energetic spasms and roguelost lateborn divinity and monsters that align not with the call Y' derive in imperious condescension is what I was born to concern, and now give slightly more of a shit about it than Others who no longer care.
I live in a house cast into the Furthest Ring by a tornado of Breath to slay a Witch of Space, with a changing selection of roommates and my dear AI-run robotic servant, avertedCrisis. Lately, I have become interested in the suffering of players and with the power of lots and lots of code hacking and countless alchemy setups and debug tools have moored this home in regional duality. One at the Denizen Lady Gaga Organization for Cross-Session Sburban Studies, another in another segmentation of paradox space entirely. The house runs on a shenanigans engine shenanigans-ing up what must be done to ensure code stability plus sheer eldritch powers, and the Organization the same.
It's an eldritch existence, but hey, we lesser horrorterrors like observing players. So, here's this.
..And more importantly, we're bored. :U
So, I'm starting my whole shenanigans record box here. There is also this, that lists some quick details about me and my friends.
For quick reference, since my actual self is obviously too corrupting to do most things personally, I will stow myself in the metaexistence and just use a humanoid body. Because of the natural horrorterror blood color, I like being a lower-ranking seadweller troll though I can just mask the traits and be a land highblood in a pinch, and I tend to keep the horns small and not obstructively weight-changing. Psionics are fun to copy though seriously amp your brain sometime it's so fun. My strife specibus is eldritchKind, my weapons the original Grimoire of Esoterica, as well as the ship and accompaniment flare-cannon of some long-forgotten Skaian Siege Engine, the ceremonial sword of the outer gods, some arcane fancy santa with the face of Uboa-the-dreamterror, a chainsword-gun born to slay angels (and in many battles, it has done admirably so), the baton, bullets unending, the mail, a traveling-tool, and when it has come down to it, piles of junk that qualify merely for their Otherwise corruption. My modus, when I must use one under the dictates of reality, is the Tentacle Grabber, which is pretty much Wallet with more shiny features and abstractable tentacles.
I was born relatively late in the infinite moments of creation, my genesis of special import to some mission long ago completed. I am Knight-Ambassador of the Furthest Ring to the Extra-Dimensional Cosmic Superstring Strata, as Lillian the Corrupter is Ambassador-Knight of the Extra-Dimensional Cosmic Superstring Strata to the Furthest Ring. Damn, that is a long place name to retype, but luckily I don't even need to do much work with there. You may have seen it between the rainbows of a crack in the Furthest Ring, if you bored through space and time wounded simply to see what lay beneath the shining below. That world of energetic spasms and roguelost lateborn divinity and monsters that align not with the call Y' derive in imperious condescension is what I was born to concern, and now give slightly more of a shit about it than Others who no longer care.
I live in a house cast into the Furthest Ring by a tornado of Breath to slay a Witch of Space, with a changing selection of roommates and my dear AI-run robotic servant, avertedCrisis. Lately, I have become interested in the suffering of players and with the power of lots and lots of code hacking and countless alchemy setups and debug tools have moored this home in regional duality. One at the Denizen Lady Gaga Organization for Cross-Session Sburban Studies, another in another segmentation of paradox space entirely. The house runs on a shenanigans engine shenanigans-ing up what must be done to ensure code stability plus sheer eldritch powers, and the Organization the same.
It's an eldritch existence, but hey, we lesser horrorterrors like observing players. So, here's this.
..And more importantly, we're bored. :U
