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[threshprince]

[> Fondly regard spacetime

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[babyjusthurtme]

wwoah kar wwhat the hell

[threshprince]

[You remember a lot now. A lot of shit happened all at once, and it's hard to work through it all.

But you do remember one thing.

You made Eridan a promise.

And so, with screams of anguish changing into screams of rage, you swing your CRABCLAW straight for Eridan's neck.]

[babyjusthurtme]

[You dodge out of the way, barely exploding the oncoming CRABCLAW in time.]

WWHAT THE FUCK KAR
wwait right that

[threshprince]

YES
THAT
YOU FUCKING TEAMKILLING NOOKSTAIN
ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED?
WAIT, OF COURSE YOU FUCKING ARE.
YOU'RE SO CAUGHT UP IN YOUR FUCKING RETARDED EGO
THAT YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT
DO YOU EVEN FUCKING CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING ANYMORE, AS LONG AS YOU'RE FUCKING KILLING SOMETHING?!
FIRST THE FUCKING LUSI IN YOUR GAMES
THEN THOSE FUCKING ANGELS
AND NOW US
AND NOW THERE REALLY IS NOTHING LEFT FOR US
SO ALL I CAN HOPE IS THAT I GET YOU BEFORE GAMZEE DOES!

[Each sentence is punctuated by a swing of your weapon, each aimed in an attempt to kill.]

[babyjusthurtme]

wwait
gam really howw is that evven a thi
WWOAH shit KAR sto
gah DONT MAKE ME FUCKI
ssfskjbfs THATS IT

[You raise your arm, aiming your weapon in an attempt to placate the RAGING CRAZY LEADER TROLL, the violent way.]

[threshprince]

[Your next swing is aimed straight for that SUDDENLY NOT SHITTY WAND.]

[babyjusthurtme]

[The SUDDENLY NOT SUDDENLY NOT SHITTY WAND is cleaven through, along with your index finger. Now how will you impersonate spiky haired law attorneys of which you have no knowledge?

Your WANDKIND ABSTRATUS is now 1/2 WANDKIND.]

AHHHH FUCK AGHhhh

[threshprince]

[You grab the DE-FINGERED HAND by the wrist, and then aim another swing straight for the elbow.]

[babyjusthurtme]

[Woops, there goes the forearm.]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH FUCK DUDE AHHH

[threshprince]

[You bitchslap him with his own hand.

And then you just go for another sickle swing at his neck.]

[babyjusthurtme]

[You manage to avoid the oncoming LETHAL ATTACK by flipping your sprite TURNWAYS, following it with a punch from your now good arm.]

[threshprince]

[You catch the punch.

With your face.

WHAT A GREAT IDEA, DUMBASS.]

[babyjusthurtme]

[You roll over, pinning Karkat and getting a great mess of PURPLE BLOOD everywhere. Boy, there sure is a lot of it. You pull out your sorely disused AHAB'S CROSSHAIRS and attempt to singehandedly aim it at his face, something that is kind of hard to do when you're trying to pin him down and handle a large legendary rifle with one arm. Your attempt is an underwhelming failure.]

[threshprince]

[While Eridan fumbles around, you need to get him off of you.

You twist one leg upwards, and attempt to deliver the strongest kick you can manage straight into his bone bulge.]

[babyjusthurtme]

[Honestly, there's no way I'm going to make the call as to whether or not TROLL BIOLOGY works that way. So the distraction, however painful, causes you to CRITICALLY FUMBLE your rifle.

1/2 KIND ABSTRATUSES FORCEFULLY MODIFIED
3/4 MAJOR LIMBS INTACT
1/1 ERIDAN HEADS LASERED TO SMITHEREENS]

[threshprince]

[That was not at all how you expected this to go. You will simply boggle vacantly at these shenanigans.

You aren't complaining, though.]