App Post
Character: Batsu (spelled X, but read as Batsu)
Series: Screw
Character Age: 16
Canon: Screw is the story of young psychics frozen in time. More specifically, it's the story of Neji [Screw], who wakes up forty years after "dying" to discover that he is intended for use as a weapon. But this app isn't about him; it's about his brother's grandson, Batsu, also presumed dead and woken up years later.
Batsu is a former junkie whose eye exploded on a plane due to the contents of the drugs in his system. Fun times! Five years later, he's working for the evil corporation GERA as an assassin due to his incredible psychic abilities brought on by said drugs. Batsu is easily manipulated and kind of crazy and homicidal--he just loves violence and blood and making people explode, but who wouldn't? He's absolutely fascinated by people with abilities stronger than him, and if someone gets on his good side, he's as loyal as anything. But as to what his loyalty is worth... well, in addition to his mental instability, he's a complete freeloader who couldn't hold a job if his life depended on it--when he's not carving his name on his important people, he's goofing around being a lazy good-for-nothing with a real mouth on him. Luckily? He's also topped by almost everyone once you get him to calm down.
Sample Post:
OW FUCK. Is this some kind of screwed up welcoming committee or what? Don't get me wrong, I got nothin' against strippers or hookers or whatever, but these ones are really kinda diseased. And I think they're actually guys, you know? It's just hard to tell when the only boob they got is the stuff hanging off their chests in patches. THAT IS NOT SEXY. And, the worst part is, they won't take no for an answer. I don't want those kinds of diseases, man! I'm gonna live a long and healthy life, and it is NOT OKAY when diseased hookers try to bite my balls off. "Brains," my ass! The brain's in the other head, dickfungus!
Yeah, yeah, whatever, anyway, so sorry I had to demonstrate the location of the brain~. Those fuckers have pretty soft skulls, you know? Reeeeally easy to just rip apart and spray everywhere. And they're pretty diseased and crap but damn if that isn't cool how the little bits of them start wiggling back together. It's like a trip without the acid! This little maggot went to market, this little intestine went... wherever the fuck the rest of the rhyme says it went.
Anyway, I figure I should introduce myself. The name's Batsu, One-Eyed Batsu, and I don't work at a gas station any more, so your fuzzy purple-butted friends can stop asking to put $20 on pump 17. I'll take the $20, though, thank you very much~. Though if you need something exploded or someone's dreams entered, I'm your man. Hell, I'd do that shit for free, but I have an old decrepit to support in his oldness, so my blowing shit up has to come with a charge or with... interest. Lots of interest. Like blood and guts, hey, that's interesting, right? It's all about what makes you tick inside! Tick... tick... BOOM! SPLORT! And then it's everywhere, just like Christmas!
...Okay, you know what, screw the charge, anyway. HEY, CAMP FUCK YOU DIE, LET'S GO OUT IN STYLE! One-Eyed Batsu wants to play with your hookers and your fuzzy asses, and he isn't cleaning up the mess afterwards! Let's use that gas and set the place on FIRE! YEAH, JUST LIKE THAT LAKE, I--wait what. Hoooly shit. On second thought, let's wait for whatever I took to get out of my system before we dance, yeah? It must have been some pretty strong shit to make me see colors like that.
Voting hyar.
Series: Screw
Character Age: 16
Canon: Screw is the story of young psychics frozen in time. More specifically, it's the story of Neji [Screw], who wakes up forty years after "dying" to discover that he is intended for use as a weapon. But this app isn't about him; it's about his brother's grandson, Batsu, also presumed dead and woken up years later.
Batsu is a former junkie whose eye exploded on a plane due to the contents of the drugs in his system. Fun times! Five years later, he's working for the evil corporation GERA as an assassin due to his incredible psychic abilities brought on by said drugs. Batsu is easily manipulated and kind of crazy and homicidal--he just loves violence and blood and making people explode, but who wouldn't? He's absolutely fascinated by people with abilities stronger than him, and if someone gets on his good side, he's as loyal as anything. But as to what his loyalty is worth... well, in addition to his mental instability, he's a complete freeloader who couldn't hold a job if his life depended on it--when he's not carving his name on his important people, he's goofing around being a lazy good-for-nothing with a real mouth on him. Luckily? He's also topped by almost everyone once you get him to calm down.
Sample Post:
OW FUCK. Is this some kind of screwed up welcoming committee or what? Don't get me wrong, I got nothin' against strippers or hookers or whatever, but these ones are really kinda diseased. And I think they're actually guys, you know? It's just hard to tell when the only boob they got is the stuff hanging off their chests in patches. THAT IS NOT SEXY. And, the worst part is, they won't take no for an answer. I don't want those kinds of diseases, man! I'm gonna live a long and healthy life, and it is NOT OKAY when diseased hookers try to bite my balls off. "Brains," my ass! The brain's in the other head, dickfungus!
Yeah, yeah, whatever, anyway, so sorry I had to demonstrate the location of the brain~. Those fuckers have pretty soft skulls, you know? Reeeeally easy to just rip apart and spray everywhere. And they're pretty diseased and crap but damn if that isn't cool how the little bits of them start wiggling back together. It's like a trip without the acid! This little maggot went to market, this little intestine went... wherever the fuck the rest of the rhyme says it went.
Anyway, I figure I should introduce myself. The name's Batsu, One-Eyed Batsu, and I don't work at a gas station any more, so your fuzzy purple-butted friends can stop asking to put $20 on pump 17. I'll take the $20, though, thank you very much~. Though if you need something exploded or someone's dreams entered, I'm your man. Hell, I'd do that shit for free, but I have an old decrepit to support in his oldness, so my blowing shit up has to come with a charge or with... interest. Lots of interest. Like blood and guts, hey, that's interesting, right? It's all about what makes you tick inside! Tick... tick... BOOM! SPLORT! And then it's everywhere, just like Christmas!
...Okay, you know what, screw the charge, anyway. HEY, CAMP FUCK YOU DIE, LET'S GO OUT IN STYLE! One-Eyed Batsu wants to play with your hookers and your fuzzy asses, and he isn't cleaning up the mess afterwards! Let's use that gas and set the place on FIRE! YEAH, JUST LIKE THAT LAKE, I--wait what. Hoooly shit. On second thought, let's wait for whatever I took to get out of my system before we dance, yeah? It must have been some pretty strong shit to make me see colors like that.
Voting hyar.