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@remnantcorpse-blog
Well, it’s vacation time! I’ll be working HEAVILY on @gospelofdismay during the next week and a half, with some exceptions ( grocery shopping on Saturday, tbh ), but I’ll generally be rather quiet and filling my queues when needed.
If you wanna contact me for ANY reason, my discord is below.
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♛ william ll @remnantcorpse
There were plenty of things that Mike didn’t want to think of. One of things being the subject of death itself - or rather, those he’s lost to it. Maybe that was why he was so against going out to the festival to do something and celebrate it himself - it was just something he didn’t want to think about.
Yet, on the third day, Mike sits on a bench. His hands cradling his lantern, he stares down at it. He knows exactly who it’s for - for everyone he’s lost in his past. His mother, his sister, brother…
… Everyone, except for his father. But the more he thought about it, he might as well include him. The man he knew growing up- although to nobody’s surprised…well, fucked, he doesn’t compare to what he knows of him now. The memory of the man who could, at the very least, be nothing but a good father to him was dead and gone - just like the rest of his family. Mike taps his fingers against the sides of his lantern, closing his eyes as he takes in a deep breath.
He doesn’t want to be here, he tells himself. I could’ve just stayed inside, and ignored this completely. I didn’t need to do this to myself, he tells himself - yet…
Here he is, and for the first time in a long time, Mike allows himself to think of his mother. His sister, his brother, and his throat tightens up. For the first time in a long, long, long time, Mike thinks about his family and everyone he’s lost.
and he doesn’t know if he can keep it together.
he had already put out his boat, and his respects for the dead along with it. and yet, he still lingered, watching the lanterns as they sailed towards the ocean. respects for families, friends, comrades, perhaps even acquaintances of others drifted out into the night,
and yet, michael was here. not dead, not a corpse misshapen by the orders of his father. there were numerous questions that william wanted to ask of this...alternate version of his son, but even as he turned to face the bench, he instead found himself staring. no, not staring, observing. why michael would choose to be here despite everything was something that briefly piqued his curiosity, but in the end, william set it aside.
it was best that he at least try to make amends with him, even if they weren’t directly related by dimension or reality.
with that thought in mind, the animatronic made his way to the bench, sitting beside michael. it was only as the silence stretched that he finally managed to compose the words he wanted to say, his voice low as he spoke.
“it is fortunate that the night is clear for such an event.”
igotus:
Eddie held a hand out as if to stop them. “You can stay like five feet away from me by the way. Or more. And I can’t say I catch your meaning but I’m not invested enough in this topic to want to understand.”
“five feet is good for conversation. probably wise, i’ve been told the stench of a corpse is nigh-unbearable.” william, you’ve had plenty of time for that smell to be practically numbed out, but whatever.
@Renmantcorpse: Hecklers of the Endless Sorcerer (Event)
ingoldentent:
“Uh? Who do you think you are, you stupid redhead? I can do whatever I want!” One of the hecklers shouted, clearly drunk judging from their sloppy movements. And it seems like the rest of the group isn’t doing much better.
“I’m just saying, there are other ways for you to rebel without spoiling everyone’s fun- hey, you with the bottle!” Battler points to one of the hecklers, who has grabbed a wine bottle from the table and is sort of dangerously meddling with it at their hand. “Put that back on place! You could hurt someone with that.”
“Oh, really~?” They replied back… Then swiftly broke the bottle on William’s head. “Oops, my bad~.”
even before the bottle struck his head, there was a deep-seated feeling that tonight wouldn’t be his night. of course, having to live outdoors meant he had no real choice but to see what the hell was going on in the ward, but as soon as the glass of the wine bottle smashed against his head, he knew there would be hell to pay.
his hand reached out and grabbed the heckler’s wrist, squeezing it as if testing how easy it would be to break in his hand. the advantages of having a single hand after all these years was finally showing up, if only after dying once in this predicament.
“interfering with people trying to avoid your antics isn’t a very...classy move, you must admit.” had he been able to emote more properly, perhaps he would have been scowling. “now, why don’t you apologize, or i’ll make that nice man’s efforts all for naught when i break your wrist, hm?”
i wanna get this ugly fucko back on his feet, so here’s a non-event starter call. feel free to hit it and i’ll see what i can do!
i wanna get this ugly fucko back on his feet, so here’s a non-event starter call. feel free to hit it and i’ll see what i can do!
1-800-how’s my portrayal?
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I really need to get more Depths Part 2 threads for this trash zombie furry, so feel free to hit the heart if you’d like a starter. No cap.
As for what you need to know:
He’s got a lot of undead after his ass, his wife, daughter, and youngest son not the only ones – but also his past victims, his former friend, and his former friend’s daughter too.
Also himself, because he’s been killed before. Twice, technically.
He carries a wooden knife, and has a mean right hook.
I really need to get more Depths Part 2 threads for this trash zombie furry, so feel free to hit the heart if you’d like a starter. No cap.
As for what you need to know:
He’s got a lot of undead after his ass, his wife, daughter, and youngest son not the only ones – but also his past victims, his former friend, and his former friend’s daughter too.
Also himself, because he’s been killed before. Twice, technically.
He carries a wooden knife, and has a mean right hook.
CONT. | @igotus
“The moment you start living, you begin dying right?” [You will not die.] “I mean if we’re being philosophical here, technically, that’s true.”
A chuckle. “You could say that, but I was more speaking of...pursuing satisfaction, chasing after what you truly desire. It is in that moment, of losing yourself, that you begin dying.” Wow, William, we’re getting philosophical up in here.
It’s Easy to Lose Track of Your Ally in a Zombie Fight When He’s Also a Walking Corpse
Raven almost takes him down, rabbit suit or not, when she realizes he’s (she??) fighting the other undead.
“I’m guessing you’re not one of the newly risen?” She inquires dryly as she kicks a zombie away.
@remnantcorpse
William had pretty much thought he’d seen his life flashing before his eyes ( again ) when he was attacked, but it seemed like the girl realized that he wasn’t attacking her directly. Still, he’d probably have a good grumble later, he doesn’t need his suit or body further damaged.
“Far from it.” He delivered a nice swing to a zombie, before pinning it down with a knee. “Brains aren’t all that appetizing, anyway.”
It’s okay, Raven, he was a dad once. Expect these shitty jokes.
I really need to get more Depths Part 2 threads for this trash zombie furry, so feel free to hit the heart if you’d like a starter. No cap.
As for what you need to know:
He’s got a lot of undead after his ass, his wife, daughter, and youngest son not the only ones -- but also his past victims, his former friend, and his former friend’s daughter too.
Also himself, because he’s been killed before. Twice, technically.
He carries a wooden knife, and has a mean right hook.
EVENT | @antifazbear
being honest, seeing the ghosts from his past wasn’t exactly unusual for william. the children possessing the animatronics had made themselves known to him many times, all of them rather displeased; charlie, perhaps moreso, also came to taunt him for his wicked ways.
seeing corinthia, on the other hand? did catch him off-guard, although a trashcan over the head and a hearty shove did allow him some room to scurry off and look for michael. it’d be best to stick as a pair, after all, and william was pretty sure he wasn’t the only one getting bothered by the walking dead.
Markiplier: Fatal Frame 2 Let’s Play pt. 2 {Sentence Starters}
“I know you’re still here.”
“Oh, you’re so beautiful!”
“I might be totally wrong.”
“My ghost meter’s tingling.”
“I could’ve just walked out?”
“Oh god, there’s another one!”
“Can’t even see anything, yet.”
“That’s a lie. That’s a damn lie.”
“Don’t turn around, you dingus.”
“Hmm, I wonder if that’s a clue.”
“It’s a very creepy atmosphere.”
“Why am I so unwelcome here?”
“Oh, and now the lightning hits…”
“Can’t go that way, invisible wall.”
“Were you the one moan-crying?”
“Very nice. Very soothing, in fact.”
“Is it even preferable to fight them?”
“I killed him with the side of his face.”
“No, don’t shut up. Please don’t leave.”
“I think this might be a serious encounter.”
“You can’t just be swinging sticks will-nilly!”
“It’s so dark. Is it supposed to be that dark?”
“That sounds like a whole mob of problems.”
“Yeah, I know. You’re all creepy and ‘errrgh‘!”
“I was getting creeped out all over the place.”
“I’m not entirely stupid. I’m only kind of stupid.”
“Okay, that did something to you. Not enough.”
“Well, that sounds like a whole mob of ghosts.”
“You can’t fool me, those weren’t there before.”
“Instructions not clear… got dick stuck in ghost.”
“Why am I locked in here, now? I didn’t want to be here!”
“This totally isn’t gonna throw me into danger or anything.”
“It’s just so damn dark, I can’t see where I’m supposed to be going.”
“Oh, sorry, I’m just fighting off the urge to make inappropriate jokes.”
“Could you ask them to stop banging their tambourines so loudly? It’s distracting.”
“I’m just gonna run wildly into random bullshit until I find the way I’m supposed to go.”
“And then they were very un-entertained when everyone started murdering each other.”
“Why, it’s [name]!”
“What do you want?”
“I really felt quite distressed at not receiving an invitation.“
“You weren’t wanted!“
“Oh dear, what an awkward situation.“
“And you’re not offended?”
“Stand back you fools!”
“Just do your best, dear.“
“Now, come have a nice cup of tea, dear.”
“I’m sure it’ll work out somehow.
“Well, a bonfire won’t stop [name.]”
“Well, perhaps if we reason with [pronoun/name.]”
“[Pronoun/name] can’t be all bad.”
“You know, sometimes I don’t think [name]’s really very happy.
“Now, dear, that isn’t a very nice thing to say.“
“Well, that would make me happy.“
“Shh, shh, shh! Even walls have ears.”
“Who are they?“
“You really think we can?“
“Oh, no, no, no, no, no magic!“
“We’ve never done anything without magic.“
“Are you sure you searched everywhere?“
“Did you hear that, my pet?”
“And don’t speak to strangers.“
“I wonder if [pronoun] suspects.
“I’m going to make it fifteen layers with pink and blue forget-me-nots!”
“Well, I still say we ought to use magic.“
“I can’t breathe!”
“It looks awful!”
“That’s because it’s on you, dear.”
“We all knew this day had to come.“
“I’m awfully sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you.“
“But don’t you remember? We’ve met before!“
“Who are you? What’s your name?”
“But that’s impossible!“
“Ah, excellent vintage.”
“Let me fill up your glass, that last was all foam!”
“They’re not even married yet.”
“Why, you unreasonable, pompous, blustering, old windbag!“
“What’s this all about anyway?“
“Hurry, and change in something suitable!”
“I command you to come to your senses!“
“Oh, I’ll never forgive myself.“
“There’s something important I have to tell you.”
“Well, this is a pleasant surprise.”
“Oh come now, [name]. Why so melancholy?”
“For the first time in sixteen years, I shall sleep well.“
“Watch out!”
“Silence!”
“No, it cannot be!”
“Now, you were saying?”
“Oh, I just love happy endings.“
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