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@righthand-rahadin
Ah, perfect music to quiet the mind and better the soul.
Spite is a driving force of humanity. If we can harness it properly, we can achieve greatness and rub it in cthulu's face. The consequences will be dire but we will go down laughing.
My cat's so addicted to milk she wants to clean out the cup even if there wasn't any milk in it because she's convinced it was.
Thalia girlie I had water but sure diva go ham
How fitting—deluded, desperate, and clawing at nothing. Your cat mirrors you perfectly. Tell me, does she whine as much when she’s denied?
Worse, she pouts and sits in a corner till she falls asleep. Kinda like you do when you get roasted in a debate, just cuter and a lot less annoying.
Mistake not patience for pouting. I do not sulk in corners — I wait in shadows. The difference is fatal.
Power is a curious thing, is it not? You chase it, clutch at it, boast when you think you’ve grasped even a shred. And yet, when I tire of the game, I take it back with less thought than brushing away a cobweb.
Tell me —and do be honest— did you believe you could beat me? Truly?
Listen I am by no means saying this because I am on your side but when I say they can't beat you as of now I MEAN IT.
Poor dears, I get why they try but for the love of god there's a reason u have such a high killcount and it's not because the groups sent to fight u know what they're doing.
No offense to my companions seriously but omg, don't become a statistic like all the others did THANKS.
Statistics? Mm, yes—I keep those quite carefully. Each death, a number etched in memory. Each failed hero, another tally in my favor.
Do not mistake your pragmatism for loyalty, @monsters-fear-me. You are correct, of course: they cannot win. But it pleases me to let them believe, if only to watch the hope rot from their eyes.
Just so, my lord. Pragmatism is a cheap coin—it changes hands easily, and those who spend it vanish the moment the odds turn. Loyalty, however… that is rarer. Priceless. A loyal servant does not weigh profit or loss; they bleed because you command it, endure because you demand it.
Pragmatists may fill the ranks, but it is loyalty that holds the line, that builds legacies, that carves empires lasting beyond death itself.
Is that why you destroyed the legacy of your own bloodline? C'mon, man. You bled for one single man and have no kin left as a result. Not quite the empire you were hoping for surely.
You think bloodline is legacy? Foolish. Blood dilutes. It grows soft, complacent, corrupt. I saw it happen in my own kin — pride curdling into weakness, honor rotting into vanity. That is why they deserved to fall.
I bled for one man, yes. Because he is not bound by the fragility of inheritance, but by the strength of will. He endures when kingdoms crumble, when dynasties collapse, when every other so-called ‘legacy’ is dust.
You mistake absence of kin for loss. I see only the cleansing of a stain, leaving one loyalty unbroken, one empire unshaken.
What I destroyed was not my legacy — it was the weight that would have drowned it.
You say: ‘You must learn to see people as they are.’ As if that is some revelation. I have seen men, elves, and kings alike torn open, pleading, shrieking, betraying their every noble mask with the sound of their death. I have no illusions left of what they are.
And then: ‘Not as you wish them to be.’ A child’s mistake. Wishing is for the weak, the desperate, those who cannot face the blood-soaked truth. I have never wished a man to be more than he was. I have only counted the heartbeats until he ceased to be at all.
So keep your advice. I do not need instruction on how to see people. I see them more clearly than you ever will—small, transient sparks, extinguished at my leisure. That is the only truth worth learning.
I am afraid
???? Why?? You can't say that and just leave it there. What's up?
I'm having an argument and the one I'm arguing with is very upset and idk what to doooOOOOO
Like HELP ME
What're you even arguing about?? Vampirism?
About the colour of blueberries. I say they're, y'know, blue, but the other person disagrees.
BLUEBERRIES ARE FUCKING PURPLE, MERLIN
NO THEY AREN'T BETH GET OFF MY FEED THEY'RE BLUE IT'S IN THE NAME FFS
Ah, mortals and their desperate squabbles. Blue, purple—such fragile distinctions, when every berry stains the tongue the same red once bitten. But if you must know… the fruit is purple. The name is a lie. Much like most of yours.
At last, some sanity. They are purple. Anyone who insists otherwise deserves the stake—though perhaps not the traditional kind.
"Not the traditional kind"
Idk what you're insinuating but if it is what I think it is the answer's no I have better men for that
I'm reading it the same way I just didn't want to be the one to say it.
My apologies Raha, but if I wanted to be staked like THAT I'd ask my husband, not you LOL
@thewhiteraven777
If your mind leaps to fleshly distractions, that is your failing, not mine. When I spoke of the stake, i mearly meant an execution made… creative. Teeth, iron, frost—there are countless stakes beyond the common timber. I implore you, do not confuse my words with your games—I have never been one for play.
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go my isopods!!
@righthand-rahadin see that? It's on its way. U've been warned.
…Isopods? That is your threat? I have waded through seas of screams, little leech. Do you truly think a scuttling crustacean will fare better than men, elves, or kings? Send them. I will tread softly—so their deaths are not entirely meaningless.
Y'sure? The average person can handle about 600 lbs of chestweight before succumbing in give or take, 15 mins. Less than that allows for diaphragmatic breathing to still be possible- atleast, in variable amounts- so above 600 lbs of weight is the go-to, maybe even a little extra, say 650.
Now, giant isopods, specifically the Bathynomus Jamesi, can weigh up to 5.5 pounds. Taking aforementioned limit into account along with the weight of a singular isopod of this species, would makes for roughly 120 of these isopods to be required to cause the phenomenon known as compression asphyxia, which, no matter how immortal one might proclaim themselves to be, is a sure way to kill someone off.
In other words, @monsters-fear-me, we need to find 120 giant isopods.
@righthand-rahadin prepare for that army ey? Would be funny.
@ghostwritergabriel @monsters-fear-meme Your enthusiasm is entertaining, if imprecise. Collect your little army of shelled toys if it so pleases you — I will see they are put to use with a courtesy you do not deserve. Leave the choreography to me; when I am finished, the lesson will be clear: never mistake theatrics for threat.
Power is a curious thing, is it not? You chase it, clutch at it, boast when you think you’ve grasped even a shred. And yet, when I tire of the game, I take it back with less thought than brushing away a cobweb.
Tell me —and do be honest— did you believe you could beat me? Truly?
Listen I am by no means saying this because I am on your side but when I say they can't beat you as of now I MEAN IT.
Poor dears, I get why they try but for the love of god there's a reason u have such a high killcount and it's not because the groups sent to fight u know what they're doing.
No offense to my companions seriously but omg, don't become a statistic like all the others did THANKS.
Statistics? Mm, yes—I keep those quite carefully. Each death, a number etched in memory. Each failed hero, another tally in my favor.
Do not mistake your pragmatism for loyalty, @monsters-fear-me. You are correct, of course: they cannot win. But it pleases me to let them believe, if only to watch the hope rot from their eyes.
Just so, my lord. Pragmatism is a cheap coin—it changes hands easily, and those who spend it vanish the moment the odds turn. Loyalty, however… that is rarer. Priceless. A loyal servant does not weigh profit or loss; they bleed because you command it, endure because you demand it.
Pragmatists may fill the ranks, but it is loyalty that holds the line, that builds legacies, that carves empires lasting beyond death itself.
My cat's so addicted to milk she wants to clean out the cup even if there wasn't any milk in it because she's convinced it was.
Thalia girlie I had water but sure diva go ham
How fitting—deluded, desperate, and clawing at nothing. Your cat mirrors you perfectly. Tell me, does she whine as much when she’s denied?
@monsters-fear-me
Have you ever been at the market watching people go about their days when this random ahh bitch slips right there in the middle of the street at a velocity of like 9.76m/s
The sound she made. Like a caribou getting hit by a carriage while getting its vocal chords ripped out
Shit was so cash
This is so not the way Thør talks I thought he was having a stroke at first. Bethany darling as funny as this story is, how'd you get access to man's acc?? Did he give it to you??
If the tale is true, the only tragedy is that I was not there to hear the sound myself. Caribou, carriage, vocal cords—it matters little. All screams blend sweetly in the end.
I am afraid
???? Why?? You can't say that and just leave it there. What's up?
I'm having an argument and the one I'm arguing with is very upset and idk what to doooOOOOO
Like HELP ME
What're you even arguing about?? Vampirism?
About the colour of blueberries. I say they're, y'know, blue, but the other person disagrees.
BLUEBERRIES ARE FUCKING PURPLE, MERLIN
NO THEY AREN'T BETH GET OFF MY FEED THEY'RE BLUE IT'S IN THE NAME FFS
Ah, mortals and their desperate squabbles. Blue, purple—such fragile distinctions, when every berry stains the tongue the same red once bitten. But if you must know… the fruit is purple. The name is a lie. Much like most of yours.
At last, some sanity. They are purple. Anyone who insists otherwise deserves the stake—though perhaps not the traditional kind.
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go my isopods!!
@righthand-rahadin see that? It's on its way. U've been warned.
…Isopods? That is your threat? I have waded through seas of screams, little leech. Do you truly think a scuttling crustacean will fare better than men, elves, or kings? Send them. I will tread softly—so their deaths are not entirely meaningless.
@monsters-fear-me I apologize in advance but someone (you know who) wanted me to ask you if this was a thing and I couldn't say no because I was threatened
For the last time.
I wouldn't know, because I don't. Top. Everyone knows that. Get it in your head. 🙄🙄🙄
I reckon this is where your shameless reputation comes from?
Highly recommend the lifestyle tbh, having neither secrets nor shame has many advantages.
No secrets, no shame… yes, Merlin, I’ve noticed. Discretion has never been among your virtues. Fortunately for you, some of us still know how to keep both.
@certifiedfrostbringer
Trying this again because I can't let it go. Are u ACTUALLY the guy?? Like the Man the Myth the Legend himself?
Didn't you say you saw me twice?
I mean yh but for all I know u could be Rahadin's alt acc meant to bully me ahah
Idk who that is but I'll end this debate by stating that yes. I'm the one you're looking for.
@monsters-fear-me An ‘alt account,’ Merlin? I assure you, if I wished to torment you anonymously, you would not be debating it—you would know. And you would not be amused.
@monsters-fear-me to get back at you, this is what YOU look like to me.
Damn right that's what I look like. Look at that WALK. Little crow's got the world at its feet and it's not afraid to show it ✨️
Confident strut aside, Merlin, even the most distinguished crow is still a scavenger. The world at its feet? Perhaps… but only to pick through what greater hunters leave behind.
A mother, trying to cage what cannot be contained—children with hearts too wild to be kept in darkness.
The harpy's fate mirrors the futile struggle of those who defy fate. They will always escape, as they must.
Lord Strahd has taught me that no matter how much you try to bind what is free, it will always slip through your fingers.
@righthand-rahadin y'know the partypeople referred to you as my ex 2 hours ago.
I've not ever felt as disgusted as I did when they said that. Like how did they even reach that conclusion??
Not that it matters considering I hate you to the Nine and back, but still. Figured you oughta know because it means we both have to step up our hate game.
They fucking what
Like WHAT
HIM of all people??? The one whose forehead you can play hopscotch on??
I think it's about time you showed them what your man actually looks like. God forbid they choose Strahd as your ex next 🤢
Bit too late for that hon, they guessed him next :))))
Your disgust is noted. As is your lack of comprehension.
I require neither clarification nor denial. I remember every scream you’ve ever made in my presence. That is intimacy enough.
Let them guess. Let them laugh. Your end will not be defined by rumors—only by silence.
That sounds... SO off out of context 🤢
I'm disturbed as much as you. No worries though, sure I might've been screaming in annoyance, but the other type of screams're still meant only for your ears 😘
How gracious of you to spare the masses.
Though if your dramatics are reserved for him alone, perhaps the rest of us should thank him—for taking the full brunt of your shrill affections so we might suffer less.