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So, those would be my, er... "boon companions", eh? A swordsman who makes algae dumber merely by standing next to it. A thief who would sell his own mother for trinkets- and would have, too, if my Bag of Holding had any open slots to take her. Someday, Gladys.
And... Black Mage. I can't really think of any words to describe him. Is "failsuck" a word?
Well, the three of them may have been dysfunctional, homicidal, and basically walking sins against everything good that ever existed, but they were my party, and I suppose I do miss them a little. They were, after all, the only real friends I ever had.
"But Red Mage, what about me?"
Oh, Megahedron. It's... you. Well, this is kind of awkward. I mean, first of all, we both know you're nothing but a hallucination.
"Look, I don't have time for this right now. It took me forever to track you here, and I need you to listen to my grave portents of doom. Your homeworld is in grave danger! You have to escape this island. First, you must travel to the-"
Nope.
"...What?"
Not listening. Remember the part where you're a hallucination? Yeah.
"I'm telling you, this is serious! Lots of people will get hurt if you don't-"
I mean, look at you. It's physically impossible for you to even speak. You don't have a mouth, I'm not sure why you're wearing aviator sunglasses when you don't have eyes, and frankly your paint job needs work. I've seen a lot of hallucinations in my day, and frankly you're one of the most poorly-designed.
"I don't believe this. You are literally the worst person to be the patron diety of. In the whole world. Across every level of time."
And how did you even get here? I don't see any legs. I'm pretty sure if you were real, you would have legs. Or possibly wheels. Or some kind of tentacle.
"Okay. Well. That's it! I give up. I need a drink. Have fun letting everyone you know and love die a horrible death."
It was a pleasure not speaking with you!
[[Hey, Memento Eden! In addition to the floating, glasses-wearing dice making its way towards the bar grumbling about certain white-haired idiots, you might notice Red Mage handing out flyers and sheets around town. Upon these sheets, he has asked people to write questions they have about life in general- romantic troubles, philosophical wonderings, and general pleas for advice. He plans to start up an advice column, lord help us all. If your character would like to send in their question(s), please PM
unnatural_20s with your character account.]]
And... Black Mage. I can't really think of any words to describe him. Is "failsuck" a word?
Well, the three of them may have been dysfunctional, homicidal, and basically walking sins against everything good that ever existed, but they were my party, and I suppose I do miss them a little. They were, after all, the only real friends I ever had.
"But Red Mage, what about me?"
Oh, Megahedron. It's... you. Well, this is kind of awkward. I mean, first of all, we both know you're nothing but a hallucination.
"Look, I don't have time for this right now. It took me forever to track you here, and I need you to listen to my grave portents of doom. Your homeworld is in grave danger! You have to escape this island. First, you must travel to the-"
Nope.
"...What?"
Not listening. Remember the part where you're a hallucination? Yeah.
"I'm telling you, this is serious! Lots of people will get hurt if you don't-"
I mean, look at you. It's physically impossible for you to even speak. You don't have a mouth, I'm not sure why you're wearing aviator sunglasses when you don't have eyes, and frankly your paint job needs work. I've seen a lot of hallucinations in my day, and frankly you're one of the most poorly-designed.
"I don't believe this. You are literally the worst person to be the patron diety of. In the whole world. Across every level of time."
And how did you even get here? I don't see any legs. I'm pretty sure if you were real, you would have legs. Or possibly wheels. Or some kind of tentacle.
"Okay. Well. That's it! I give up. I need a drink. Have fun letting everyone you know and love die a horrible death."
It was a pleasure not speaking with you!
[[Hey, Memento Eden! In addition to the floating, glasses-wearing dice making its way towards the bar grumbling about certain white-haired idiots, you might notice Red Mage handing out flyers and sheets around town. Upon these sheets, he has asked people to write questions they have about life in general- romantic troubles, philosophical wonderings, and general pleas for advice. He plans to start up an advice column, lord help us all. If your character would like to send in their question(s), please PM
unnatural_20s with your character account.]]