I'll no longer stay in his shadow

Mr. L Rp blog. This is a universe where Luigi becomes Mr. L and never turns back. It's going to not take place in a Paper Mario universe, however.

[mimillion]

Don’t sue me please

[green---with---envy-blog]

Blackout approached the mustachioed menace, "Hey, so I'm supposed to meet this guy in red? Mah-Ree-Oh? Weird name. Anyway I'm lost and you look like you'd know where to find him?"

Mr. L was in his room, as always, elbows deep in machinery, building the next mech that he was sure would crush the red plumber into paste. Hearing a voice, his head reared up, hitting against the panel above him. 

Insane laughter filled the room as a jester appeared in a purple puff of smoke, clutching his gut. 

“Dammit, Dimentio… How many times have I told you not to lower that panel while I’m working?” L hissed after pushing the panel up and getting free. Seeing Blackout, he sighed and set his tools down. “He better not be here. I’d know if he were and I’d crush him where he stood.”

[the-darkest-hedgehogs]

Blackout watched all of this, and nodded, “So… you’re the bad guys?” He asked, “a mustached mechanic… and a purple magic monster… yeah this is a really weird universe. There were these turtle things chasing me earlier, and then there was pipes and carnivorous plants.” He sighed,

“I’m getting off track, look. I am here to fill in for Sonic in some sports thing, but if you really want to be fighting a hero, fight me. At least let me see how fighting works in this world.”

[green---with---envy-blog]

“I’m not going to fight you. And it’s for two reasons. One, you’re not Mario, and my hatred is focused only on him. And two, I’m still fixing the total carnage from my last fight with him.” He leaned against the Brobot. It had countless dents and rips in the sheet metal, and that was just external damage. “I can’t say the same for Dimentio. He’s a real wild card.”

The clown giggled and summoned a tidal wave of playing cards out of his fingertips, filling the room and spilling into the hallway outside. “Like these, Greeny?”

Angry muffled screaming came from a pile of playing cards next to the robot.

[the-darkest-hedgehogs]

Blackout was growing tired of these simple fools. The raced up to Dimentio, and delivered a roundhouse kick to the magic being’s mouth, before turning to the pile of playing cards, and pulling his sword out and pointing it towards the stack, “I’ve had quite enough of this. I just want directions, but I’ll start cutting to get them!”

[green---with---envy-blog]

“THANK YOU for SHUTTING HIM UP FOR ONCE!” L snapped his fingers and a green fireball appeared in his hand, making all the cards around them burn in one fell swoop. Once they were gone, he saw the sword and snickered. “Wave that blade around all you want. I’m still not going to fight you.” He went over to a desk and grabbed a map of the kingdom. “Here. This map will show you how to get out of this castle and to that prick Mario. He lives here...” He grabbed a marker and circled an area in a town with mushroom houses and wrote an address. “But he also likes to go to the castle to see Peach. But most of the time, a dragon kidnaps her and takes her to his castle. If that happens, Mario could be anywhere on this map.” He smirked, rolled the paper up and handed it smugly to Blackout. “Off you go.”

[green---with---envy-blog]

Blackout approached the mustachioed menace, "Hey, so I'm supposed to meet this guy in red? Mah-Ree-Oh? Weird name. Anyway I'm lost and you look like you'd know where to find him?"

Mr. L was in his room, as always, elbows deep in machinery, building the next mech that he was sure would crush the red plumber into paste. Hearing a voice, his head reared up, hitting against the panel above him. 

Insane laughter filled the room as a jester appeared in a purple puff of smoke, clutching his gut. 

“Dammit, Dimentio… How many times have I told you not to lower that panel while I’m working?” L hissed after pushing the panel up and getting free. Seeing Blackout, he sighed and set his tools down. “He better not be here. I’d know if he were and I’d crush him where he stood.”

[the-darkest-hedgehogs]

Blackout watched all of this, and nodded, “So… you’re the bad guys?” He asked, “a mustached mechanic… and a purple magic monster… yeah this is a really weird universe. There were these turtle things chasing me earlier, and then there was pipes and carnivorous plants.” He sighed,

“I’m getting off track, look. I am here to fill in for Sonic in some sports thing, but if you really want to be fighting a hero, fight me. At least let me see how fighting works in this world.”

[green---with---envy-blog]

“I’m not going to fight you. And it’s for two reasons. One, you’re not Mario, and my hatred is focused only on him. And two, I’m still fixing the total carnage from my last fight with him.” He leaned against the Brobot. It had countless dents and rips in the sheet metal, and that was just external damage. “I can’t say the same for Dimentio. He’s a real wild card.”

The clown giggled and summoned a tidal wave of playing cards out of his fingertips, filling the room and spilling into the hallway outside. “Like these, Greeny?”

Angry muffled screaming came from a pile of playing cards next to the robot.

[green---with---envy-blog]

Blackout approached the mustachioed menace, "Hey, so I'm supposed to meet this guy in red? Mah-Ree-Oh? Weird name. Anyway I'm lost and you look like you'd know where to find him?"

Mr. L was in his room, as always, elbows deep in machinery, building the next mech that he was sure would crush the red plumber into paste. Hearing a voice, his head reared up, hitting against the panel above him. 

Insane laughter filled the room as a jester appeared in a purple puff of smoke, clutching his gut. 

“Dammit, Dimentio... How many times have I told you not to lower that panel while I’m working?” L hissed after pushing the panel up and getting free. Seeing Blackout, he sighed and set his tools down. “He better not be here. I’d know if he were and I’d crush him where he stood.”

[green---with---envy-blog]

Terrible Choices

"I can't believe you just did that."

"You're going to do WHAT?!"

"Let me count the ways that this is a bad idea..."

"Please tell me you're joking."

"You are going to have a LOT of explaining to do over this one."

"You can make all the excuses all you want, but you really fucked up this time."

"So... I did something that might have been a terrible idea..."

"Do you think we could just forget last night?"

"I'm not sure what happened, but I have a feeling I know who was behind it."

"You know that little voice inside your head that tells you not to do the thing? Listen to it next time."

"You're not a teenager anymore. Stop acting like it."

"What's the worst that could happen from all this?"

"Do not talk to me again."

"It really wasn't THAT bad a decision, was it?"

"Yeah. Okay. I screwed up. Now what do I do about it?"

"Don't try to pin this all on me. WE did this. You were involved."

"You don't have that little voice that tells you when something's a bad idea, do you?"

[text] What happened? Everything's a blur.

"Please, please tell me what I did wrong."

"That was just a giant clusterfuck, wasn't it?"

[ionlydatesassyelves]

dimentio is there something you’d like to share with the class

i was talking to @galactic-weegee last night about dimension d and why is it so obnoxiously green dude that isn’t your color, and idk it got out of hand

[steampunkandroid-blog]

please watch this

[irdeadite]

This man is 25 years old and was a former Bio-Med Engineer student.

[amerild-deactivated20150731]

I legit cried to tears for a solid minute, goddammit Mark!

[magicalbookhorse-deactivated201]

I always wondered who this guy was! XD I didn’t know it was Mark.

[ethrnwornver-deactivated2016080]

[garbagepile-deactivated20140913]

jesus mario what is your damage

[tanknaka]

THIS IS THE MOST FUCKED UP THING IVE EVER SEEN

[kyleehenke]

an ex art student’s lament

[lm-g1]

Went ahead and made vids for some of my recent stuff since I feel my youtube hasn’t been getting much love lately. 

Have some Dimentio, voice acted! Served with fries and a drink!

[juliverart]

[texts-from-flipside]

(210):

READY

(1-210):

for what?

(210):

TO HAVE SEXXXX

(1-210):

i think you have the wrong number

[ionlydatesassyelves]

dimentio is there something you’d like to share with the class

i was talking to @galactic-weegee last night about dimension d and why is it so obnoxiously green dude that isn’t your color, and idk it got out of hand

[texts-from-flipside]

(916):

I need to have some sort of hot sex experience in a mask.

[kathuulhuu-cosplays-blog]

[texts-from-flipside]

(218):

Are you really this nice or are you just trying to get in my pants?

(1-218):

Both?

[sapphirekirby202reblog]

Warning: crazy Magic Anon theory

Hey you guys know about Dimentio, the psycho jester from Super Paper Mario, right?

He’s a pretty powerful magician. Teleporting, dimension hopping, energy attacks, and floating clear boxes of explody destruction. Remember in world 8-3, that room with all the Dimentio clones?

What if, when Dimentio was killed (or had a Game Over, if you prefer ), his clones were not destroyed? And what if those clones are just as powerful as the real Dimentio.? A bunch of Omni-magical jesters bored with nothing to do? Where would they go? Surely they would do something, like using their magic on others whether the target wants to or not, right. Do you see where I’m going with this?

Yes, all Magic Anons are actually really bored Dimentio clones. Think about it long enough and it makes perfect sense!