Finally. A Worthy Opponent.
Me: *shudders* they're advertising this frightening contraption that claims to apply beads to one's hair with ease... it looks more like a modern torturing device...
Danny: Torture is fun, though.
Danny: at least, for the torturer, not the tortured.
Me: hehe oh yes it is. I think we should bring back the strapato... would make a nice addition to our judicial system, I think
Danny: the wanker is not familiar with this particular device.
Me: basically, your hands were tied behind your back, and you were hoisted up by a rope attached to your wrists, then dropped repeatedly. A joy on one's shoulders
Me: unless they dropped you onto pikes, which was another method I'd heard used with the strapato.
Me: an inquisition favorite
Danny: my friend once described one which involved your wrists, nails, and other such...
Danny: can't remember what the particulars are...
Me: sounds like thumb screws were involved. delightful!
Danny: i guess something to do with becoming more tired, and as that occurs, you have to slowly sink your arms into the spikes.
Me: oooh!
Me: yes! I know that one... i forget the term tho
Danny: i think they put you on tiptoes or some such.
Me: an eastern culture once used a method that included swallowing the end of a very coarse rope, it was eventually passed through your digestive track, and you were strung up in the most unpleasant way between two posts and left to die of exposer.
Me: exposure*
Me: there we go. lol that was a lovely typeo
Danny: I've ad worse.
Me: worse type-os or worse torture? lol
Danny: both.
Me: and you live to tell the tale of both! that is truly noteworthy, good sir
Danny: nah...just hard to kill what is already dead.
Danny: *grins*
Me: ah, you've surpassed mortality. Does this make you more an immortal or undead? (the distinction is unclear, but I swear it exists)
Danny: undead.
Danny: bloody un-fucking dead.
Me: awesome!
Me: i'm just immortal. I sit at the right hand of a dark god, and bend realities to my whim. If injured, I regenerate and laugh in the faces of my attackers as I tear them limb from limb
Danny: you actually have to deal with interlopers? *unimpressed* I simply have my minions take care of them. My time is far to important to waste on such "distractions." *examines nails*
Me: I rather enjoy it. The screams of agony... a cacophony fit for the queen I am.
Me: I need to do *something* to entertain myself... forever can be dreadfully dull.
Danny: I prefer to spend it perfecting the means by which i can bend the very stuff of the multiverse to my whims.
Me: yea... well...
Me: I have a dark army! so there!
Danny: I have successfully laid waste to 4 different plains of existence.
Danny: *yawns*
Me: *phf*... only four?
Me: well... ya know... we could team up....
Me: we'd be ultimate evil
Me: *looks innocent*
Danny: You do realize I would do so for only as long its useful to me, yes?
Me: of course. I wouldn't expect otherwise.
Me: I just figured, we milk it for what its worth, and then battle over the rest when we get bored
Danny: Perhaps.... there have been a few gods who have been a thorn in my side for some time now.
Me: we can dispatch of them with ease, I'm sure
Me: I figure that once we're done being the pure-evil tag team... I'll just use my powers which are too amazing to be described in any mortal tongue to place you in a decorative jar and watch you for my amusement.
Me: I *am* unstoppable, after all.
Me: in fact, the memo stating such went out just last week!
Danny: Good luck. I gave up my physical form millennia ago, and haven't had a soul for twice that long.
Danny: Something to do with human misery transcending physical form, or some such.
Me: oh it will be simple. I'll simply lure you to the jar with promises of Cheddar Goldfish or something... and then.. *poof* Jar O Dan
Danny: *yawns* I have yet to see a container that can contain the essence of evil incarnate.
Danny: There aren't enough virgins in Elysium in which to craft it of, anyways.
Me: it is a jar so diabolical, pure evil itself cringes at the sight.
Danny: Are you suggesting fear? ME? *deep throaty laughter* Ah, now there is an amusing thought.
Me: just you wait and see. You will squawk in utter terror!
Danny: utter boredom.
Me: You mock the queen. That's never been done before. *sigh*... but I will not destroy you yet. You may prove useful.
Me: besides... the jar trick again... evil of your magnitude necessitates a much more vulgar display of powers, I think. I'll dream up something.
Danny: I await the fruition of you endeavors. It shall be..*taps finger on chin* Amusing, at least.
Danny: Torture is fun, though.
Danny: at least, for the torturer, not the tortured.
Me: hehe oh yes it is. I think we should bring back the strapato... would make a nice addition to our judicial system, I think
Danny: the wanker is not familiar with this particular device.
Me: basically, your hands were tied behind your back, and you were hoisted up by a rope attached to your wrists, then dropped repeatedly. A joy on one's shoulders
Me: unless they dropped you onto pikes, which was another method I'd heard used with the strapato.
Me: an inquisition favorite
Danny: my friend once described one which involved your wrists, nails, and other such...
Danny: can't remember what the particulars are...
Me: sounds like thumb screws were involved. delightful!
Danny: i guess something to do with becoming more tired, and as that occurs, you have to slowly sink your arms into the spikes.
Me: oooh!
Me: yes! I know that one... i forget the term tho
Danny: i think they put you on tiptoes or some such.
Me: an eastern culture once used a method that included swallowing the end of a very coarse rope, it was eventually passed through your digestive track, and you were strung up in the most unpleasant way between two posts and left to die of exposer.
Me: exposure*
Me: there we go. lol that was a lovely typeo
Danny: I've ad worse.
Me: worse type-os or worse torture? lol
Danny: both.
Me: and you live to tell the tale of both! that is truly noteworthy, good sir
Danny: nah...just hard to kill what is already dead.
Danny: *grins*
Me: ah, you've surpassed mortality. Does this make you more an immortal or undead? (the distinction is unclear, but I swear it exists)
Danny: undead.
Danny: bloody un-fucking dead.
Me: awesome!
Me: i'm just immortal. I sit at the right hand of a dark god, and bend realities to my whim. If injured, I regenerate and laugh in the faces of my attackers as I tear them limb from limb
Danny: you actually have to deal with interlopers? *unimpressed* I simply have my minions take care of them. My time is far to important to waste on such "distractions." *examines nails*
Me: I rather enjoy it. The screams of agony... a cacophony fit for the queen I am.
Me: I need to do *something* to entertain myself... forever can be dreadfully dull.
Danny: I prefer to spend it perfecting the means by which i can bend the very stuff of the multiverse to my whims.
Me: yea... well...
Me: I have a dark army! so there!
Danny: I have successfully laid waste to 4 different plains of existence.
Danny: *yawns*
Me: *phf*... only four?
Me: well... ya know... we could team up....
Me: we'd be ultimate evil
Me: *looks innocent*
Danny: You do realize I would do so for only as long its useful to me, yes?
Me: of course. I wouldn't expect otherwise.
Me: I just figured, we milk it for what its worth, and then battle over the rest when we get bored
Danny: Perhaps.... there have been a few gods who have been a thorn in my side for some time now.
Me: we can dispatch of them with ease, I'm sure
Me: I figure that once we're done being the pure-evil tag team... I'll just use my powers which are too amazing to be described in any mortal tongue to place you in a decorative jar and watch you for my amusement.
Me: I *am* unstoppable, after all.
Me: in fact, the memo stating such went out just last week!
Danny: Good luck. I gave up my physical form millennia ago, and haven't had a soul for twice that long.
Danny: Something to do with human misery transcending physical form, or some such.
Me: oh it will be simple. I'll simply lure you to the jar with promises of Cheddar Goldfish or something... and then.. *poof* Jar O Dan
Danny: *yawns* I have yet to see a container that can contain the essence of evil incarnate.
Danny: There aren't enough virgins in Elysium in which to craft it of, anyways.
Me: it is a jar so diabolical, pure evil itself cringes at the sight.
Danny: Are you suggesting fear? ME? *deep throaty laughter* Ah, now there is an amusing thought.
Me: just you wait and see. You will squawk in utter terror!
Danny: utter boredom.
Me: You mock the queen. That's never been done before. *sigh*... but I will not destroy you yet. You may prove useful.
Me: besides... the jar trick again... evil of your magnitude necessitates a much more vulgar display of powers, I think. I'll dream up something.
Danny: I await the fruition of you endeavors. It shall be..*taps finger on chin* Amusing, at least.