Single Thread RP Viscosity of the Villains

"I literally a shadow, and beside I was concieved month ago. If thy shadow gained sentience accident, would you teach it speak good?"
"If my shadow came to life, I would get exorcised immediately"
 
"Well, the exorcist did a bad job because you're still alive"
"Exorcist was creator. He terrible at it; took him week just to get me here"
 
"So the exorcist summons you, just to banish you?"
"Again, am accident. He notice me after few weeks and spends another try get rid of me"
 
"You're all being too cruel. It didn't choose to be created like this."
 
"You're all being too cruel. It didn't choose to be created like this."
"Perhaps the next time he bumps into a group of people, he can choose better words for introduction, but I'll cut him some slack, he's only trying to survive after all, better than him anyways"
Laurance point towards Strikus
 
"You're all being too cruel. It didn't choose to be created like this."
Shade makes vaguely affectionate noises directed at Zalron
 
"You're all being too cruel. It didn't choose to be created like this."
“Nor did many of us choose to be malformed as we are… and yet we still choose acts which bring aggravation. The blame is cast upon choice, not circumstance, and it has chosen poorly.”

He snorts after this short monologue, lying back down and staring sadly at the charred worm through his distorted, grated helmet.
 
“Nor did many of us choose to be malformed as we are… and yet we still choose acts which bring aggravation. The blame is cast upon choice, not circumstance, and it has chosen poorly.”

He snorts after this short monologue, lying back down and staring sadly at the charred worm through his distorted, grated helmet.
"For once, I agree with the heathen"
 
"Hey Strikus, have you finished making your tiny universe yet?"
 
Veraneathe seems as if he might be.. sleeping? His breathing has slowed significantly, and he's giving quiet snorts. it's hard to tell if his eyes are shut, given his helmet and all.
 
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[The tiny star, under this tiny universe's laws of physics, has become a red dwarf.]
 
Zalron sits down and starts scratching his ice sword under the chin.
 
Laurance seems to be fighting the air, doing endless amounts of combos and changing into different weapons in the middle of combos
 
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