OPEN FOR TRUTH AND CONSEQUENCES
WHO: Gamzee vs EVERYBODY
WHAT: a juggalo is rampaging murderously, hunting a certain murderous fairy, attempted murder will happen to anyone who gets in his way. there's a theme here.
WHERE: through truth and consequences
WHEN: early evening 6/13
WARNINGS: violence, cursing, colorful shades of blood
Gamzee didn't know a lot about many things. It wasn't only because of his lack of upbringing, but because he just didn't care to learn. Learning up and stole the magic from his miracles, but now. BUT MOTHERFUCKING NOW. He made his own motherfucking miracles.
When the sun hung low enough in the strange blue sky, painting it more familiar hues, he finally slipped out of cover and began a lumbering trek out through the streets. Purple blood dripped from his arm where he'd been trying to tear out whatever the fuck it was someone shoved in there. He could feel it shifting around now, but every time he came close to tearing it free he got a shock strong enough to make his hair look even more crazy than it usually did.
His mind was loud. So very loud, like a rampaging cacophony that he couldn't quite keep up with. Without the slime, there was nothing to keep it quiet. Such a beautiful irony, the one thing that could keep his insanity at bay was the very thing that caused it in the first place. But there was no more slime now, no more quiet, just a madness that roller-coastered between a cold, seething fury and a blistering, hot rage.
The Dark Carnival was a place for souls to be shown the wickedness inside themselves, and if he -AND MOTHERFUCKING HE- has always been his beloved Mirthful Messiahs all along, well... it's his job to hand out the tickets. Starting with that motherfucking spidertroll.
((ooc: anyone in the truth or consequences area is more than welcome to get up to some shenanigans. he will likely be very violent and crazy at everybody, but no maiming/killings unless requested? :o) honk.))
WHAT: a juggalo is rampaging murderously, hunting a certain murderous fairy, attempted murder will happen to anyone who gets in his way. there's a theme here.
WHERE: through truth and consequences
WHEN: early evening 6/13
WARNINGS: violence, cursing, colorful shades of blood
Gamzee didn't know a lot about many things. It wasn't only because of his lack of upbringing, but because he just didn't care to learn. Learning up and stole the magic from his miracles, but now. BUT MOTHERFUCKING NOW. He made his own motherfucking miracles.
When the sun hung low enough in the strange blue sky, painting it more familiar hues, he finally slipped out of cover and began a lumbering trek out through the streets. Purple blood dripped from his arm where he'd been trying to tear out whatever the fuck it was someone shoved in there. He could feel it shifting around now, but every time he came close to tearing it free he got a shock strong enough to make his hair look even more crazy than it usually did.
His mind was loud. So very loud, like a rampaging cacophony that he couldn't quite keep up with. Without the slime, there was nothing to keep it quiet. Such a beautiful irony, the one thing that could keep his insanity at bay was the very thing that caused it in the first place. But there was no more slime now, no more quiet, just a madness that roller-coastered between a cold, seething fury and a blistering, hot rage.
The Dark Carnival was a place for souls to be shown the wickedness inside themselves, and if he -AND MOTHERFUCKING HE- has always been his beloved Mirthful Messiahs all along, well... it's his job to hand out the tickets. Starting with that motherfucking spidertroll.
((ooc: anyone in the truth or consequences area is more than welcome to get up to some shenanigans. he will likely be very violent and crazy at everybody, but no maiming/killings unless requested? :o) honk.))