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Jun 14 2017, 11:26 PM
Never, in the brief recorded history of mankind, has there been any mention of beings more divine than the Creation Trio and their antithesis, the Goddess of Chaos. But there was a time, before man could write, when a being far more powerful than any god existed. A power so great and foul that men took strides to strike his name from existence after it fell, so tremendous and awesome that it inspired fear with just a mention of it's name.

A creature unlike any other, with dark ambitions and ever fouler abilities. It's name was Zos'ddhal Z'ohk, The Ruinous One, Sower of Woe, Living Damnation of Man and Beast. After thousands of years sequestered in his prison of the soul, Zos has finally regained a form upon the earth, and he has been hell-bent on recovering his lost glory and amassing an army of human slaves large enough to conquer the domains of the lesser gods and reclaim the power that was robbed from him. To this end, he has...

Had children dig in dumpsters for cool things. In one of Nacrene's alleys, Zos floats impatiently over a large dumpster, watching over one of his subordinates as she sifts through yesterday's garbage looking for anything that might be useful, or cool, or tasty. The weirwood Phantump seems to be growing impatient, though, as he continues to sigh loudly.

"CHEL, YOU'VE BEEN IN THAT GARBAGE RECEPTACLE FOR NEARLY TOO GODDAMN LONG. HAVE YOU FOUND ANYTHING YET?"

As soon as the ghost is finished, a head pokes out from under the refuse. A young dark-haired girl, maybe not older than ten, grins at her master with half of a pizza crust lodged in her teeth. "Yef mafter! I've founf sumfinfg fweally coo!" Biting down onto the snack, Chel gulps it down quick, shaking her head once. "I mean, yes master, I found something really cool! Cheeeeeck out... THIS!" Her arm shoots up out of the dumpster, clutching something metallic and shiny. Zos moves in, eyes widening as a grin comes to his face.

"OH, VERY GOOD. I LIKE THIS... YES... YES! IT'S PERFECT! WITH THIS, NOBODY CAN STAND IN MY WAY! ALL WILL SUBMIT TO THE DARK WILL OF ZOS'DDHAL Z'OHK, OR FACE THE WRATH OF MY... MY... UH..."

Chel grins, holding the object in one hand. "It's called a pistol, Master Zos!"

"I KNEW THAT! SHUT UP!"
Jan 23 2017, 10:35 PM
The doors of the Cafe did Watching are unlocked again after what feels like forever, the hinges squeaking to life as the dark-skinned attendant inside gives the door a tentative, testing shove. Regardless of if one had been there before, a neon open sign flicks on in the window.

Edison moves straight to the counter, swinging around the bar's opening and flicking the machines on. As they gurgle, he sighs, immediately beginning to slack off against the countertop.

That is, until an ominous rumbling sound begins to come from under the floorboards. He grumbles, grabbing a nearby broom and beating on the floor until it stops. "Hate this creepy-ass fuckin' demonic shit goin' on. I'm gonna call my auntie and have her do an exorcism, fuck what Silver says."




A young woman enters the shop shortly after its opened, moving a box of Riolu in her arms to a nearby booth. She sets up a poorly made sign next to it, one that reads "POKKEN TO GOOD HOEM" in shaky lettering.




Groudon busts the front door off its hinges.

"WHO'S GOT MY FUCKING ORB."
Jan 6 2017, 10:49 PM
ay
so sorry for the kind of unannounced hiatus, that was a bit shitty of me

just wanted to let you guys know im back in full force, so let's get this GOING BITCHES
Oct 9 2016, 12:31 AM
share your first OC, from whenever you started.

i remember the first OC i ever made was back in freshman year of high school. his name was MAKO BROWN, and he was made entirely for running gags on math homework. he had an overexaggerated set of bangs that covered one eye, black tips to his hair, wore a long body-length sweater, a beret, an ammo belt and scarf. his life was dedicated to fighting injustice and a group of extraterrestrial pie-shaped villains.
Sep 17 2016, 10:01 PM
hey so fuck you guys ask me stuff
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