What would you do to the poster above you?

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Give Carl the Cobblestone
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*taxi cab whistle*
*three elementals run around the corner and sit on my shoulders and head*
The fire elemental is named Flare, the thunder elemental is Spark, and the ice elemental's name is Frost (not the most creative, I know).

Btw, all three of them look like a cross between kittens and wolf cubs. They're about 3 inches tall, and 5 inches long. They don't have any noticeable tails.
 
Tell you that another city has fallen and that we where able to recover some more of our lost friends, our army grows and they are getting weaker, soon we can rest once more.
 
thank you

*goes to another room*
*suddenly screams and people crying from pain are heard from it together with something about punishment*
 
*a very dark and almost invisible being falls though the door, you can clearly see that it is missing limbs and has other injuries*

*you can now also see in the room where the same kind of beings are either hanging, getting burned by either flames or some kind of liquid or other "terrible" things happens to them like the removal of limbs*.

I get the being back to the room and apologize to you for seeing the creature.
 
It's ok.
*float to your eye level*
I'VE SEEN THINGS UNIMAGINABLE BY PUNY PHYSICAL CREATURES
*say while my eyes shine with a white light and flip through more images you cannot understand*
 
Now if you excuse me i need to feed.
*goes in the room and shuts the door behind; it is sealed*
 
*walks though the door(literally though it not open it in any way)*

What? We are one with this world, and it bends to our will. The doors are only there to make it harder for unwanted beings to get into our homes, not that it looks like they are needed.
 
--you see a black-purple-ish vortex, absorbing all the corpses, pulling the chains close to their breaking point; a force field shoots you back through the door; there was no sign of the white kitten in that room--