Future-Dated until Richard is done with whatever..he's doing.

[bendtomywill]

Death, death destruction and what appeared to a small blue robed and pixelated demon needed to die. This would be the third victim on the community to Richard's unspeakably hilarious evil. He couldn't be happier. Once again the man, I use that term in the loosest way possible, swept his arms through the air, the ends of his finger tips glowed a bright green coloring. Whatever odd magic he was using it burned a hole into space and time it seemed. Cutting the very fabric of the aforementioned substance. Through the portal a world that seemed almost like his own appeared, well aside from the fact it was full of puns, and terrible jokes. Ugh.

"Wonder if I just start slaughtering villagers if he'll come." Richard mused to himself.