The Second Coming of the Apocalypse Returns in Sparkly White!
Yes, I have sold out to a bleach commercial. All of you can kiss my white, bony ass about it. I have spent a great deal of time figuring out how to use my powers for ultimate nefarious evil. Nothing of extreme use is coming up yet, but for now enjoy the fact that the fleet boats are a BLINDINGLY WHITE GLEAMING RAY OF INTENSE EYE SHRIVELING LIGHT! We shall all sail the seven seas as though the second coming of God is upon us. Then we’ll all take a few hits from the bong and recall the days when the dark drudgery of the plague was once a glorious thing to behold.
Oh my Dark Lady Banshee Queen Sylvanus, how I have strayed from the devious path of the Forsaken. How I long to massacre millions of innocent mortals with infinite powers of the underworld at my command. Now I am nothing but a glittery ghost white visage of imbecilic Light in its purest form. Instead of disintegrating puppies and bunnies, my intentions of unadulterated evil are sugar coated with urges to create cute little ribbons around their necks (which I have the greatest of urges to STRANGLE them with albeit the magical bindings that prevent me to do such things). When I see babies, I want to claw off their deliciously supple skin and gnaw on their intestines, but instead I somehow end up cooing them to sleep and tickling them with merriment! THIS IS NOT FUNNY!! I AM RICHARD! CHIEF WARLOCK OF THE BROTHERS OF DARKNESS, LORD OF THE THIRTEEN HELLS, MASTER OF THE BONES, EMPEROR OF THE BLACK, LORD OF THE UNDEAD, LORD OF THE DANCE, KING OF THE FAERIES, AND MAYOR OF A LITTLE VILLAGE OFF THE COAST! …NOT NANNY RICHARD!
…..FEEL MY DISNIFIED HANA MONTANA STYLE WRATH!!
[LJ has detected sounds of sobbing at this point in time.]
Oh my Dark Lady Banshee Queen Sylvanus, how I have strayed from the devious path of the Forsaken. How I long to massacre millions of innocent mortals with infinite powers of the underworld at my command. Now I am nothing but a glittery ghost white visage of imbecilic Light in its purest form. Instead of disintegrating puppies and bunnies, my intentions of unadulterated evil are sugar coated with urges to create cute little ribbons around their necks (which I have the greatest of urges to STRANGLE them with albeit the magical bindings that prevent me to do such things). When I see babies, I want to claw off their deliciously supple skin and gnaw on their intestines, but instead I somehow end up cooing them to sleep and tickling them with merriment! THIS IS NOT FUNNY!! I AM RICHARD! CHIEF WARLOCK OF THE BROTHERS OF DARKNESS, LORD OF THE THIRTEEN HELLS, MASTER OF THE BONES, EMPEROR OF THE BLACK, LORD OF THE UNDEAD, LORD OF THE DANCE, KING OF THE FAERIES, AND MAYOR OF A LITTLE VILLAGE OFF THE COAST! …NOT NANNY RICHARD!
…..FEEL MY DISNIFIED HANA MONTANA STYLE WRATH!!
[LJ has detected sounds of sobbing at this point in time.]