its gamzee motherfuckers!
its gamzee motherfuckers!
Close enough.
Flowing through your veins is nearly the richest blood the hemospectrum has to offer, penultimate on the scale. At least, it used to be considered such when hue had precedence over purity and brightness. Alas, you are nostalgic for a time decades before you were hatched.
But reminiscing, in your view, is not enough. You have an overpowering HISTORIAN COMPLEX, and have made it your sworn duty to COLLECT VINTAGE ARTIFACTS OF THE PAST. You have amassed resources and records from around the world for this ambition through many sweeps of EXTREME GRUBAZON BIDDING.
You hold a fascination for MYSTERIOUS MELANCHOLIC MEN OF TALL, HANDSOME PHYSIQUE. You have dubiously modeled your profile and exploits after the most notorious figures and their stories, which are bristling with the GLORY OF VICTORY and the STING OF DEFEAT and POLITICAL MACHINATIONS and POLYQUADRANTRY. It is an image you are careful to craft through EXAGGERATED EMOTIONAL THEATRICS, and your penchant for mass trollslaughter notwithstanding, people tend to regard you as SCENE EMO TRASH.
You also like MAGIC, even though you know it to be FAKE. Like a made up friend, the way wizards are. Made up make believe FAKEY FAKEY FAKES. It's still fun though.
Your trolltag is cardiacArrest and wwell you trill the sharp lookin consonants and vvowwels vvery gracefully you think.
You don't feel like doing anything.
yo step off man why you hatin on wizards
Man i am as magical as four fuckin wizards tied together with the beard of an ancient luck dragon. so yes
>YO GAMZEE I AM OFFENDED
> Eridan: Apologize to Mibbs so he can stop his emotional bitching Mibbs you hear me.
Mibbs: Become a character in G.J. Have the brightest blood and most extravagant horns. Boast magical powers that outshine the most powerful psionics. Magically appear in front of Eridan in a cloud of sparkling smoke. Also be named Maibbs Cabron.
DANI IS THE COOLEST AND SO IS CANDY CORN![]()
You're hungry. You seem to have misplaced your pumpkin! You wonder where you put it.
Oh, it was under that stupid doll you bought. It kept calling you mediocre.
Why... How are the pumpkin's vines growing?
You don't believe it but it becomes clear to you that you cannot ignore or deny what is happening.
The wooden floor creaks.
Its vines are growing longer at a ridiculous place.
It wraps around your arms and legs.
You've seen enough hentai to know where this is going. How will you prevent that?
youre lonely. dont
> Say "ALAKAZAM" and throw that pumpkin refuse outta here with a Psychic attack.
That pumpkin can't exist. Why, because vegetables which become sentinent are obviously the result of magic. So obviously you are in one of (Kanaya's/Sollux's/Equius's) virtual reality machines. So therefore, you sort of want yourself to be raped by a pumpkin. What kind of sick freak are you.
Here come the wwaterwworks.
This makes even less sense than magic but you don't care because this hurts.
Oh your solar system's God you wish you had an Ahab's Crosshair. You want one so bad but the sea-dwelling coldbloods mark up the prices because shipping from water to land is so expensive and they have a monopoly on submerged valuables. Not even the green sea-dwellers can tolerate the high pressure in the darker depths of the sea.
> Eridan: Shut up and jam that pumpkin into your mouth.
> Eridan: ABANDON SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP!! Unless you can't swim, at which juncture you should begin to pray to Trolljesus (pronounced troll-Hey-ZUSE).