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Talthyr Malkaviel · 06-02-2002, 03:27 PM

Yes... that's right:

TDAWNVNEOASRNAVPPDHADTTILM- The dark abyss where not very nice events occur and some really not altogether very pleasant people do horrible and dreadful things to innocents little munchkins.
Post your characters, stats etc and your introduction all in one thread please, this RP is open to everyone who wants to take part, just remember.. although this is a proper RP, don't take it too seriously at all!! You have been warned, and don't complain if you get a llama-grenade thrown at you or something equally odd.

Another point, for characters and stuff like that, the possibilities are endless, you could be an intergalactic space ferret who likes herrings and tried to fly after seeing a wood pigeon flew out of his reach.

A basic history: My char is an evil warlord, Sephiroth's and Nebs
are my generals, as you can pick up from the replies, and I have the required private army of doom, your characters can be pretty much anyone, you can try to apply to the dark horde, or fight them and try to stop the universe being overtaken.
Have fun

.....

BTW.. important point.. there is a sync to this RP, it thus far goes : Neb, Seph, Binky, Encard (when he joins) any more people will be added to the list in joining order... I will post whenever since I can't really reply to myself

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Malakon the rather suitably-titled, most evil warlord, crusher of skulls, drinker of blood, smasher of faces, maimer of all, despoiler of happy people, beard-puller, mutilater of garden gnomes, and altogether not a very pleasnt kinda fella you'd introduce to your relatives, let alone meet in a dark alley was bored.
He wriggled in his tremendously uncomfortable evil throne (evil thrones, you see, are notorious for being uncomfortable, possibly why evil overlords are always so irate) and sipped thoughtfully at his red wine while toying with the handle of his garden tool of immense deathliness.
"When will an evil overlord get some comfort in the name of all things wrong!!! And where's the bloody newspaper?!"
He stopped shouting as a skeletal guard ambled in and presented him with the latest issue of Evil magazine, for which he was even more expectant this month, as it had his interview in there.
He rolled his eyes as the undead guard stepped back and bowed, breaking one of it's ribs, it was funny the first few hundred times, but after having to have the bone repair man round every other day it seriously began to grate on his nerves.
After the skeleton picked up it's rib and shuffled off he straight away flicked expectantly to the page of his interview.
"Malakon the warlord of too many names to name and evilest of evil, this week deigned to have an interview with Evil magazine, the only turly evil magazine out there."
He sneered as he saw numerous references to the likes of Atilla the Hun and Ivan the terrible.
"Bah! I swear, kill but a few thousand innocents these days, and they call you a warlord, those two inbreds wouldn't know the meaning of the word warlord if it came up behind them and razed their home town."
He carried on, smirking occasinoally, and at the end he had a malevolent grin on his face.
"Finally some recognition, I knew I was the only won worthy of Evil's Evilest man of the year, that Arachon guy is such a fool, and how unoriginal can you get, I mean, his base is called the temple of despair!! How lame is that?!"

After a few hours, Malakon had a few needs tended to by a few more skeletal guards, but not before breaking the mandatory rib, gave a cursory brush of his teeth and then proceeded to try and slavage what little sleep he could grasp while tossing and turning in his chamber of ravaging, pain and deadly death-inducing deadness.
....

The next morning he awoke, cursed the name of his enemies, and a few others as was his custom for the morning, then went off to his communicator, disguised handily (or not so handily when he was too sleepy to remember it was merely a facade) as a toilet.
He gave it the necessary flush, and then peered in to check on his two second in commands: Nebfka the guy who couldn't think of an awe-inspiring title and Sephiroth, the one who who whinged and stomped his foot because he wasn't allowed a cool title, or usually referred to as "the baby" or "shut up!"
The fuzzy screen below the water focused and the face of his general Nebfka, who joined first and so recieved the obligatory insanity.
He looked around, but seeing no-one to view him shouting down his toilet, called down to the now extremely clear image in the bowl "What is your status?"...

[ 06-03-2002, 09:06 AM: Message edited by: Talthyr Malkaviel ]

06-02-2002, 03:27 PM	#1
Talthyr Malkaviel Ma'at - Goddess of Truth & Justice Join Date: August 31, 2001 Location: Land of the Britons Age: 38 Posts: 3,224	Yes... that's right: TDAWNVNEOASRNAVPPDHADTTILM- The dark abyss where not very nice events occur and some really not altogether very pleasant people do horrible and dreadful things to innocents little munchkins. Post your characters, stats etc and your introduction all in one thread please, this RP is open to everyone who wants to take part, just remember.. although this is a proper RP, don't take it too seriously at all!! You have been warned, and don't complain if you get a llama-grenade thrown at you or something equally odd. Another point, for characters and stuff like that, the possibilities are endless, you could be an intergalactic space ferret who likes herrings and tried to fly after seeing a wood pigeon flew out of his reach. A basic history: My char is an evil warlord, Sephiroth's and Nebs are my generals, as you can pick up from the replies, and I have the required private army of doom, your characters can be pretty much anyone, you can try to apply to the dark horde, or fight them and try to stop the universe being overtaken. Have fun ..... BTW.. important point.. there is a sync to this RP, it thus far goes : Neb, Seph, Binky, Encard (when he joins) any more people will be added to the list in joining order... I will post whenever since I can't really reply to myself [img]tongue.gif[/img] Malakon the rather suitably-titled, most evil warlord, crusher of skulls, drinker of blood, smasher of faces, maimer of all, despoiler of happy people, beard-puller, mutilater of garden gnomes, and altogether not a very pleasnt kinda fella you'd introduce to your relatives, let alone meet in a dark alley was bored. He wriggled in his tremendously uncomfortable evil throne (evil thrones, you see, are notorious for being uncomfortable, possibly why evil overlords are always so irate) and sipped thoughtfully at his red wine while toying with the handle of his garden tool of immense deathliness. "When will an evil overlord get some comfort in the name of all things wrong!!! And where's the bloody newspaper?!" He stopped shouting as a skeletal guard ambled in and presented him with the latest issue of Evil magazine, for which he was even more expectant this month, as it had his interview in there. He rolled his eyes as the undead guard stepped back and bowed, breaking one of it's ribs, it was funny the first few hundred times, but after having to have the bone repair man round every other day it seriously began to grate on his nerves. After the skeleton picked up it's rib and shuffled off he straight away flicked expectantly to the page of his interview. "Malakon the warlord of too many names to name and evilest of evil, this week deigned to have an interview with Evil magazine, the only turly evil magazine out there." He sneered as he saw numerous references to the likes of Atilla the Hun and Ivan the terrible. "Bah! I swear, kill but a few thousand innocents these days, and they call you a warlord, those two inbreds wouldn't know the meaning of the word warlord if it came up behind them and razed their home town." He carried on, smirking occasinoally, and at the end he had a malevolent grin on his face. "Finally some recognition, I knew I was the only won worthy of Evil's Evilest man of the year, that Arachon guy is such a fool, and how unoriginal can you get, I mean, his base is called the temple of despair!! How lame is that?!" After a few hours, Malakon had a few needs tended to by a few more skeletal guards, but not before breaking the mandatory rib, gave a cursory brush of his teeth and then proceeded to try and slavage what little sleep he could grasp while tossing and turning in his chamber of ravaging, pain and deadly death-inducing deadness. .... The next morning he awoke, cursed the name of his enemies, and a few others as was his custom for the morning, then went off to his communicator, disguised handily (or not so handily when he was too sleepy to remember it was merely a facade) as a toilet. He gave it the necessary flush, and then peered in to check on his two second in commands: Nebfka the guy who couldn't think of an awe-inspiring title and Sephiroth, the one who who whinged and stomped his foot because he wasn't allowed a cool title, or usually referred to as "the baby" or "shut up!" The fuzzy screen below the water focused and the face of his general Nebfka, who joined first and so recieved the obligatory insanity. He looked around, but seeing no-one to view him shouting down his toilet, called down to the now extremely clear image in the bowl "What is your status?"... [ 06-03-2002, 09:06 AM: Message edited by: Talthyr Malkaviel ] __________________ Resident cantankerous sorcerer of the Clan HADB<br />and Sorcerous Nuttella salesman of the O.R.T<br /> <br /><br />Say NO to the Trouser Tyranny! Can I drill you about this?