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Yeeeeeah, ya crazy bastard.

If you don't know what GTFO means, then get the hell off of the internet, or boy, you dead!Right, I can just about tolerate you insulting me in person, but when you do it in the face of about ten strangers, THAT'S crossing a line.

GTFO

I was thinking Lyndon would be tired of me referencing constantly how Lewis is a total man-whore. How wrong I was.

Shiiiit...

Well, we're in Scotland in Zan's mansion, we have a few new people here (Nami, James, Thanatos, Aaron's girlfriend Eyri, zeek's characters Arzoth and Kaladin, Lewis), Everyone but Nami, James, Thanatos and Kaladin is in a relationship, Felix is magically seventeen, as mentioned before (kind of)...

Here, guys. I'm in a cat mood.

I see.

OOC: anyone noticed my post? You know, where we take the speaker man hostage?

HAPPY NEW YEAR, MOTHERFUCKAS!!!

IC: "Hey," I say suddenly, "I never cleaned up that helicopter! Oh, and I agree!" I teleport down to the crash side and kill all but one person. There he lies, old and bloated, with his shock of white hair and three-claw-scarred face. He's unconscious. I take out the hip flask I stole from...

Felix would agree anyway.

"Interesting..."

"Gory magic?" I ask, "you mean morbid magic. The use of magic relating to the damaging or displacement of the body, mind or soul. I am with you, my friend, as a necromancer myself. Glad to have you here."

OOC: I don't get what you see in annoying us all. Do you WANT to be disliked? Right now, we're planning to bring down what's left of the institution. The ward is a force field of magic that blocks anyone else from coming in or getting out without permission, as far as I know.

OOC: No offence to Shockwave, he's my best mate, but he has a tendency to not fully read what happened before. IC: "Yeah," I say, "it was awesome. Wanna try this cocktail?" "Felix," Zan replies, rolling his eyes, "I made it. I already know what it tastes like."

OOC: Fuck you, Lyndon, I'm finishing this post. IC: I come out of the stained glass window, shadows orbiting lazily around the stones sewn into my waistcoat, and walk downstairs to the living room, where I see two new guys sitting down. One has a bored/annoyed look plastered on a face that...

We're all in Zan's mansion in Scotland except for Byrne.

Most people for not being able to spell antidisestablishmentarianism.

Processed cheese for being processed cheese.