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[most-adoptable-grown-man-contest]

Most Adoptable Grown Man Contest - Round 1, Poll 4

Which grown man is more adoptable?

Victor - RP Blog (@/tuum-vas-persistit)

Yue Qingyuan - The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System

Voting ended onMay 29

[blue-herosword]

VOTE VICTOR

[spamt-ong-spamton]

A figure approaches Spamton, it looks like the human lightner, but it's just slightly shorter than Spamton himself.

It just stands there, watching him.

@blue-herosword

(* Spamton makes a gurgling sound, then glitches violently, his face splitting apart and reforming again. The glitch causes him to sit bolt upright.)

[blue-herosword]

It takes a step backward, not wanting to get caught in that glitching. It pulls a golf poster off of a wall and writes on the back of it.

EATING ROTTEN FOOD AGAIN?

The smears of blood barely have time to dry when the poster is handed to Spamton.

[spamt-ong-spamton]

[[Hop Aboard The ]][PAIN] [[Express Tickets - No Refunds]] [[$9.99 whiskey sour]] AN D [[the killer]] OF [PAIN]

[blue-herosword]

POISONED YOURSELF?

Another poster torn down, and another bloody missive written.

I CAN'T HELP YOU BUT, WE SHARE A NEIGHBOURHOOD. WE SHOULD GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER.

[spamt-ong-spamton]

(* Spamton eyes it suspiciously.)

[blue-herosword]

It is eyeing his red jacket, or it would be, if it had visible eyes.

WHY DO YOU HIDE?

[spamt-ong-spamton]

[[WHAT]]

[blue-herosword]

WE BOTH LIVE IN THE ALLEYWAYS. I AM CURIOUS WHY YOU DO IT?

[spamt-ong-spamton]

... where else would I go ... ?

(* His voice sounds so normal...)

[blue-herosword]

SO YOU ARE ALONE?

[spamt-ong-spamton]

(* Spamton is silent for a moment before his glasses go black and he starts rapidly talking.)

ARE YOU [[All Alone On A Late Night]]?!! HAHAHEHAHEHEHAEHE!1!!! ARE YOU T1RED OF HAVING [[FRIENDS]]? WELL I HAVE [[The Solution]]! [[For only]][999 KROMER] I CAN GET YOU [[all the [Friend Request Accepted]]] YOU CoULD EVER !!

[blue-herosword]

Affronted, it throws another message at his feet.

DO NOT MOCK MY FRIENDS.

It draws its weapon.

[spamt-ong-spamton]

(* He grabs ahold of his own bottom jaw to halt the next round of garbled speech that tries to force its way out of him.)

[blue-herosword]

It nods, silence is a better look for the puppet.

The sword is withdrawn, and it walks away.

[spamt-ong-spamton]

A figure approaches Spamton, it looks like the human lightner, but it's just slightly shorter than Spamton himself.

It just stands there, watching him.

@blue-herosword

(* Spamton makes a gurgling sound, then glitches violently, his face splitting apart and reforming again. The glitch causes him to sit bolt upright.)

[blue-herosword]

It takes a step backward, not wanting to get caught in that glitching. It pulls a golf poster off of a wall and writes on the back of it.

EATING ROTTEN FOOD AGAIN?

The smears of blood barely have time to dry when the poster is handed to Spamton.

[spamt-ong-spamton]

[[Hop Aboard The ]][PAIN] [[Express Tickets - No Refunds]] [[$9.99 whiskey sour]] AN D [[the killer]] OF [PAIN]

[blue-herosword]

POISONED YOURSELF?

Another poster torn down, and another bloody missive written.

I CAN'T HELP YOU BUT, WE SHARE A NEIGHBOURHOOD. WE SHOULD GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER.

[spamt-ong-spamton]

(* Spamton eyes it suspiciously.)

[blue-herosword]

It is eyeing his red jacket, or it would be, if it had visible eyes.

WHY DO YOU HIDE?

[spamt-ong-spamton]

[[WHAT]]

[blue-herosword]

WE BOTH LIVE IN THE ALLEYWAYS. I AM CURIOUS WHY YOU DO IT?

[spamt-ong-spamton]

... where else would I go ... ?

(* His voice sounds so normal...)

[blue-herosword]

SO YOU ARE ALONE?

[spamt-ong-spamton]

(* Spamton is silent for a moment before his glasses go black and he starts rapidly talking.)

ARE YOU [[All Alone On A Late Night]]?!! HAHAHEHAHEHEHAEHE!1!!! ARE YOU T1RED OF HAVING [[FRIENDS]]? WELL I HAVE [[The Solution]]! [[For only]][999 KROMER] I CAN GET YOU [[all the [Friend Request Accepted]]] YOU CoULD EVER !!

[blue-herosword]

Affronted, it throws another message at his feet.

DO NOT MOCK MY FRIENDS.

It draws its weapon.

[spamt-ong-spamton]

A figure approaches Spamton, it looks like the human lightner, but it's just slightly shorter than Spamton himself.

It just stands there, watching him.

@blue-herosword

(* Spamton makes a gurgling sound, then glitches violently, his face splitting apart and reforming again. The glitch causes him to sit bolt upright.)

[blue-herosword]

It takes a step backward, not wanting to get caught in that glitching. It pulls a golf poster off of a wall and writes on the back of it.

EATING ROTTEN FOOD AGAIN?

The smears of blood barely have time to dry when the poster is handed to Spamton.

[spamt-ong-spamton]

[[Hop Aboard The ]][PAIN] [[Express Tickets - No Refunds]] [[$9.99 whiskey sour]] AN D [[the killer]] OF [PAIN]

[blue-herosword]

POISONED YOURSELF?

Another poster torn down, and another bloody missive written.

I CAN'T HELP YOU BUT, WE SHARE A NEIGHBOURHOOD. WE SHOULD GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER.

[spamt-ong-spamton]

(* Spamton eyes it suspiciously.)

[blue-herosword]

It is eyeing his red jacket, or it would be, if it had visible eyes.

WHY DO YOU HIDE?

[spamt-ong-spamton]

[[WHAT]]

[blue-herosword]

WE BOTH LIVE IN THE ALLEYWAYS. I AM CURIOUS WHY YOU DO IT?

[spamt-ong-spamton]

... where else would I go ... ?

(* His voice sounds so normal...)

[blue-herosword]

SO YOU ARE ALONE?

[spamt-ong-spamton]

A figure approaches Spamton, it looks like the human lightner, but it's just slightly shorter than Spamton himself.

It just stands there, watching him.

@blue-herosword

(* Spamton makes a gurgling sound, then glitches violently, his face splitting apart and reforming again. The glitch causes him to sit bolt upright.)

[blue-herosword]

It takes a step backward, not wanting to get caught in that glitching. It pulls a golf poster off of a wall and writes on the back of it.

EATING ROTTEN FOOD AGAIN?

The smears of blood barely have time to dry when the poster is handed to Spamton.

[spamt-ong-spamton]

[[Hop Aboard The ]][PAIN] [[Express Tickets - No Refunds]] [[$9.99 whiskey sour]] AN D [[the killer]] OF [PAIN]

[blue-herosword]

POISONED YOURSELF?

Another poster torn down, and another bloody missive written.

I CAN'T HELP YOU BUT, WE SHARE A NEIGHBOURHOOD. WE SHOULD GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER.

[spamt-ong-spamton]

(* Spamton eyes it suspiciously.)

[blue-herosword]

It is eyeing his red jacket, or it would be, if it had visible eyes.

WHY DO YOU HIDE?

[spamt-ong-spamton]

[[WHAT]]

[blue-herosword]

WE BOTH LIVE IN THE ALLEYWAYS. I AM CURIOUS WHY YOU DO IT?

[spamt-ong-spamton]

A figure approaches Spamton, it looks like the human lightner, but it's just slightly shorter than Spamton himself.

It just stands there, watching him.

@blue-herosword

(* Spamton makes a gurgling sound, then glitches violently, his face splitting apart and reforming again. The glitch causes him to sit bolt upright.)

[blue-herosword]

It takes a step backward, not wanting to get caught in that glitching. It pulls a golf poster off of a wall and writes on the back of it.

EATING ROTTEN FOOD AGAIN?

The smears of blood barely have time to dry when the poster is handed to Spamton.

[spamt-ong-spamton]

[[Hop Aboard The ]][PAIN] [[Express Tickets - No Refunds]] [[$9.99 whiskey sour]] AN D [[the killer]] OF [PAIN]

[blue-herosword]

POISONED YOURSELF?

Another poster torn down, and another bloody missive written.

I CAN'T HELP YOU BUT, WE SHARE A NEIGHBOURHOOD. WE SHOULD GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER.

[spamt-ong-spamton]

(* Spamton eyes it suspiciously.)

[blue-herosword]

It is eyeing his red jacket, or it would be, if it had visible eyes.

WHY DO YOU HIDE?

[spamt-ong-spamton]

A figure approaches Spamton, it looks like the human lightner, but it's just slightly shorter than Spamton himself.

It just stands there, watching him.

@blue-herosword

(* Spamton makes a gurgling sound, then glitches violently, his face splitting apart and reforming again. The glitch causes him to sit bolt upright.)

[blue-herosword]

It takes a step backward, not wanting to get caught in that glitching. It pulls a golf poster off of a wall and writes on the back of it.

EATING ROTTEN FOOD AGAIN?

The smears of blood barely have time to dry when the poster is handed to Spamton.

[spamt-ong-spamton]

[[Hop Aboard The ]][PAIN] [[Express Tickets - No Refunds]] [[$9.99 whiskey sour]] AN D [[the killer]] OF [PAIN]

[blue-herosword]

POISONED YOURSELF?

Another poster torn down, and another bloody missive written.

I CAN'T HELP YOU BUT, WE SHARE A NEIGHBOURHOOD. WE SHOULD GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER.

[spamt-ong-spamton]

A figure approaches Spamton, it looks like the human lightner, but it's just slightly shorter than Spamton himself.

It just stands there, watching him.

@blue-herosword

(* Spamton makes a gurgling sound, then glitches violently, his face splitting apart and reforming again. The glitch causes him to sit bolt upright.)

[blue-herosword]

It takes a step backward, not wanting to get caught in that glitching. It pulls a golf poster off of a wall and writes on the back of it.

EATING ROTTEN FOOD AGAIN?

The smears of blood barely have time to dry when the poster is handed to Spamton.

[the-text-doctor]

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[philomurphy-deactivated20230323]

in case you wanted your sword to be a different colour other than purple:

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[chaos-canary]

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☆Rainbow Sword☆

[google-searchhistory-official]

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[the-arcade-doctor]

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[ J:\\ GLITCH SWORD. ]

[13thsinnr]

o()xxx[{:::::::::::::::::::::::::::> trans sword ✨

[blairpuffs]

o()xxx[{::::::::::::::::::::::::::::>

bisexual sword

[surdus-magus]

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A lightsaber

[gayvampyr]

o()xxx[{:::::::::::::::::::::::::::>

lesbian sword

[gracebeth3604]

this has probably already been done but:

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minecraft :3

[dogin8]

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for the dagger users amongus

[pippins-place]

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CHAINSAW

[raccoon-hybrid]

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mf theres no yellow

[brain-empty-deactivated20241210]

o{}×××[]::::::::::::::::::::::::> <- tiny sword

[summerblademoontime]

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BIG ASS SWORD

[the-purple-painter]

This post has been purpled!

[level-1-slime]

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Woe, slime sword be upon thee!

[pnkq]

Alright fucking Slimecicle jesus christ

[threeeyedharemp3]

FLAMING SWORD

[glyndekari]

what the fuck do I do with all these swords

[lovi23]

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FUCK YEAH LETS GOOOOOO (I stole the other guy's chainsaw it's mine now >:3)

[asexual-offical]

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NOT ANYMORE ITS NOT!!

[no-one-offical]

‎

[noxthesynners]

@hellsite-hall-of-fame

[blue-herosword]

Are you going to the gala?

NO.

[blue-herosword]

Definitely something off about that victor fella

VICTOR... I MUST WATCH CLOSELY.

PROTECT OUR SECRET.

So much paper going to waste... How unfortunate.

[blue-herosword]

have you noticed that the cloaked one's eyes resemble IMAGE_FRIEND's eyes? in shape, of course, but purple is close enough to pink as well.

Absent a pen to write, HERO_SWORD equips the Thorn Ring.

CLOAK. EYES. TAUNTING. COULD IT HAVE A PRIZE FOR ME?

The page is destroyed as soon as it is done writing, it can't afford to leave evidence around anymore.

[tuum-vas-persistit]

Among Castle Town's alleyways, Victor stumbles upon a strange scene.

Two photographs, one featuring a long-haired purple figure, the other a cloaked green figure. A large battle axe and delicate scarf lie on the ground in front of the photos. The word "REUNITE" is carved into the ground.

On a wall opposite, the scene grows stranger still. Pinned to a wall by daggers, with captions etched into the bricks: a crude drawing of a stick figure captioned "KRIS", a sketched cape captioned "RECLAIM", a photograph of a boy in armor and a girl in a white cloak captioned "BIG" "BIRD" "WHITE CLOAK", a red heart makes the centerpiece of this bizarre mural.

@blue-herosword p.s. no rush to get to this one

[VICTOR looks upon this, his face not betraying his emotions. though he seems curious.]

"..hm...odd."

[blue-herosword]

Upon closer inspection, the heart illustration doesn't seem to made with any kind of ink...

If Victor were to observe the ground closely, he would find a scattering of red splats dried onto the floor.

[tuum-vas-persistit]

"oh, dear.."

[VICTOR frowns, crouching down to..touch? the red splats? then looks around to see if theres any more.]

[blue-herosword]

There's a vague pattern of splats in front of the wall of photographs, as if their source were pacing back and forth. There is only one trail that leads away from (or perhaps towards) this hub of sorts.

While Victor is crouched down to inspect... *CLICK* The telltale flash of camera. Oh, that little blue knight is back. It just looks at Victor.

[tuum-vas-persistit]

[VICTOR looks back]

"oh. hello, again."

[blue-herosword]

It takes out it's pen and paper, and writes something, frustration visible in the slight movements. It approaches Victor slowly and silently, it would probably be menacing if it weren't so short. The message reads:

YOU WERE TOLD WHERE TO STAY LARGE CLOAKED ONE

[tuum-vas-persistit]

[VICTOR merely tilts his head]

"..well, given how im not any particular canine, I dare say im not the best at listening to that particular order."

[blue-herosword]

Its right arm shakes in anger, the pen it's holding threatening to snap. Another missive is written, the page tearing a few times.

LEAVE. LEAVE AND DO NOT MENTION THIS TO ANYONE. OR ELSE...

When Victor looks down from the letter, the hero holds out its sword.

[tuum-vas-persistit]

[VICTOR doesnt..seem all to phased. just simply gets up.]

"mmhm.."

[he looks back at the pictures, then at the tiny knight.]

"..it is none of my concern what you do in thine spare time. there is no need for 'or else's."

[blue-herosword]

HERO_SWORD doesn't write anything more. It simply points its sword at Victor, and then turns it towards a path leading away.

[tuum-vas-persistit]

[VICTOR looks back at the scene, committing it to memory, before walking away.]

[blue-herosword]

Once Victor has left, HERO_SWORD takes out its pen and throws it down at the ground. The pen snaps, but it's anger remains.

It swings its sword at the broken pen, and at the pages and photograph on the wall. It failed to keep the secret. It failed its friend.

It stops just short of destroying the memorial. Not them. It can't destroy them.

[tuum-vas-persistit]

Among Castle Town's alleyways, Victor stumbles upon a strange scene.

Two photographs, one featuring a long-haired purple figure, the other a cloaked green figure. A large battle axe and delicate scarf lie on the ground in front of the photos. The word "REUNITE" is carved into the ground.

On a wall opposite, the scene grows stranger still. Pinned to a wall by daggers, with captions etched into the bricks: a crude drawing of a stick figure captioned "KRIS", a sketched cape captioned "RECLAIM", a photograph of a boy in armor and a girl in a white cloak captioned "BIG" "BIRD" "WHITE CLOAK", a red heart makes the centerpiece of this bizarre mural.

@blue-herosword p.s. no rush to get to this one

[VICTOR looks upon this, his face not betraying his emotions. though he seems curious.]

"..hm...odd."

[blue-herosword]

Upon closer inspection, the heart illustration doesn't seem to made with any kind of ink...

If Victor were to observe the ground closely, he would find a scattering of red splats dried onto the floor.

[tuum-vas-persistit]

"oh, dear.."

[VICTOR frowns, crouching down to..touch? the red splats? then looks around to see if theres any more.]

[blue-herosword]

There's a vague pattern of splats in front of the wall of photographs, as if their source were pacing back and forth. There is only one trail that leads away from (or perhaps towards) this hub of sorts.

While Victor is crouched down to inspect... *CLICK* The telltale flash of camera. Oh, that little blue knight is back. It just looks at Victor.

[tuum-vas-persistit]

[VICTOR looks back]

"oh. hello, again."

[blue-herosword]

It takes out it's pen and paper, and writes something, frustration visible in the slight movements. It approaches Victor slowly and silently, it would probably be menacing if it weren't so short. The message reads:

YOU WERE TOLD WHERE TO STAY LARGE CLOAKED ONE

[tuum-vas-persistit]

[VICTOR merely tilts his head]

"..well, given how im not any particular canine, I dare say im not the best at listening to that particular order."

[blue-herosword]

Its right arm shakes in anger, the pen it's holding threatening to snap. Another missive is written, the page tearing a few times.

LEAVE. LEAVE AND DO NOT MENTION THIS TO ANYONE. OR ELSE...

When Victor looks down from the letter, the hero holds out its sword.

[tuum-vas-persistit]

[VICTOR doesnt..seem all to phased. just simply gets up.]

"mmhm.."

[he looks back at the pictures, then at the tiny knight.]

"..it is none of my concern what you do in thine spare time. there is no need for 'or else's."

[blue-herosword]

HERO_SWORD doesn't write anything more. It simply points its sword at Victor, and then turns it towards a path leading away.

[tuum-vas-persistit]

Among Castle Town's alleyways, Victor stumbles upon a strange scene.

Two photographs, one featuring a long-haired purple figure, the other a cloaked green figure. A large battle axe and delicate scarf lie on the ground in front of the photos. The word "REUNITE" is carved into the ground.

On a wall opposite, the scene grows stranger still. Pinned to a wall by daggers, with captions etched into the bricks: a crude drawing of a stick figure captioned "KRIS", a sketched cape captioned "RECLAIM", a photograph of a boy in armor and a girl in a white cloak captioned "BIG" "BIRD" "WHITE CLOAK", a red heart makes the centerpiece of this bizarre mural.

@blue-herosword p.s. no rush to get to this one

[VICTOR looks upon this, his face not betraying his emotions. though he seems curious.]

"..hm...odd."

[blue-herosword]

Upon closer inspection, the heart illustration doesn't seem to made with any kind of ink...

If Victor were to observe the ground closely, he would find a scattering of red splats dried onto the floor.

[tuum-vas-persistit]

"oh, dear.."

[VICTOR frowns, crouching down to..touch? the red splats? then looks around to see if theres any more.]

[blue-herosword]

There's a vague pattern of splats in front of the wall of photographs, as if their source were pacing back and forth. There is only one trail that leads away from (or perhaps towards) this hub of sorts.

While Victor is crouched down to inspect... *CLICK* The telltale flash of camera. Oh, that little blue knight is back. It just looks at Victor.

[tuum-vas-persistit]

[VICTOR looks back]

"oh. hello, again."

[blue-herosword]

It takes out it's pen and paper, and writes something, frustration visible in the slight movements. It approaches Victor slowly and silently, it would probably be menacing if it weren't so short. The message reads:

YOU WERE TOLD WHERE TO STAY LARGE CLOAKED ONE

[tuum-vas-persistit]

[VICTOR merely tilts his head]

"..well, given how im not any particular canine, I dare say im not the best at listening to that particular order."

[blue-herosword]

Its right arm shakes in anger, the pen it's holding threatening to snap. Another missive is written, the page tearing a few times.

LEAVE. LEAVE AND DO NOT MENTION THIS TO ANYONE. OR ELSE...

When Victor looks down from the letter, the hero holds out its sword.

[tuum-vas-persistit]

Among Castle Town's alleyways, Victor stumbles upon a strange scene.

Two photographs, one featuring a long-haired purple figure, the other a cloaked green figure. A large battle axe and delicate scarf lie on the ground in front of the photos. The word "REUNITE" is carved into the ground.

On a wall opposite, the scene grows stranger still. Pinned to a wall by daggers, with captions etched into the bricks: a crude drawing of a stick figure captioned "KRIS", a sketched cape captioned "RECLAIM", a photograph of a boy in armor and a girl in a white cloak captioned "BIG" "BIRD" "WHITE CLOAK", a red heart makes the centerpiece of this bizarre mural.

@blue-herosword p.s. no rush to get to this one

[VICTOR looks upon this, his face not betraying his emotions. though he seems curious.]

"..hm...odd."

[blue-herosword]

Upon closer inspection, the heart illustration doesn't seem to made with any kind of ink...

If Victor were to observe the ground closely, he would find a scattering of red splats dried onto the floor.

[tuum-vas-persistit]

"oh, dear.."

[VICTOR frowns, crouching down to..touch? the red splats? then looks around to see if theres any more.]

[blue-herosword]

There's a vague pattern of splats in front of the wall of photographs, as if their source were pacing back and forth. There is only one trail that leads away from (or perhaps towards) this hub of sorts.

While Victor is crouched down to inspect... *CLICK* The telltale flash of camera. Oh, that little blue knight is back. It just looks at Victor.

[tuum-vas-persistit]

[VICTOR looks back]

"oh. hello, again."

[blue-herosword]

It takes out it's pen and paper, and writes something, frustration visible in the slight movements. It approaches Victor slowly and silently, it would probably be menacing if it weren't so short. The message reads:

YOU WERE TOLD WHERE TO STAY LARGE CLOAKED ONE