FUCK I JUST SAW SOMEONE MENTION THAT LIN SHOUTED “ABRACA-FUCK-YOU” AND YALL HAVE NO IDEA HOW BROKEN I AM THAT I DONT HAVE THAT IN MY HANDS THIS INSTANT
Make a Vampire character who’s lived through several waves of the common language’s development and can’t let go if certain gramatical habbits from different time eras.
So like, thou ist a horrid creature, an absolute cur, but go off i guess
… can i use that phrase irl?
Absolutely you can and I encourage more uses of similar phrases that just completely fuck up the chronology of the english langauge. I wanna hear 15th century english mixed with surfer speak mixed with current age internet lingo like all the time.
Like this? Well my dude, seems like a weasel hath not such a deal of splean as you’re toss’d with. Chill already, you’re not valid.
You are an unrighteous, bastardly gullion. Heaven truly
knows that thou art false as hell. When you die, I will face God and walk
backwards into hell just so that I can beat your ass in the afterlife too.
I love the idea of a vampire who’s language travels back in time as they get pissed.
I grieve for thee in these trying times. Alexa play Despacito
A Thor spin-off film where Loki really is dead but he died with a Plan and that plan involves breaking out of the land of the dead and becoming even more goth and unkillable than before, but unfortunately all of Loki’s plans suck, leaving him to ask help from the only person who can help him and the person least likely to. It’s Heimdall, and Marvel NEEDS this high fantasy prison break buddy/arch nemesis comedy, the tagline is something like “they’ll be the death of each other” or like “these gods are conquering death…….if they don’t kill each other first” @ marvel you fuckig cowards listen
A soft and motherly Dragon, Mojave protects her dice hoard. She spends her days hiding in her cave and begging travelers for food. (She also occasionally mistakes her hoard for food)
My dad told me a story recently about how he was in Boy Scouts or something and they went on a hike and were each given a rifle and one single bullet to practice shooting with (idk, it was the 70s or whatever). One of his friends, whom I’ll refer to as Steel Balls for reasons that will soon become clear, beckons my dad to a part of the woods and points to a giant hornets nest up in a tree. SB announces that he’s going to shoot it, waits for my dad to take cover (as one should in this situation), and fires off his only round into the nest. Sure enough, a swarm of pissed off hornets descend upon SB, who stands stoically and perfectly still at the base of the tree. Dad maintains that, despite their buzzing right around him, none of the hornets stung his friend, and they soon calmed down and returned to their newly renovated nest. SB turns back to face my dad and imparts this chunk of wisdom: “That’s the secret to dealing with hornets, Jim. They don’t know humans make rifle shots; they don’t know where the noise came from. You gotta stand still and don’t move, and they won’t chase you. If you run, they know you’re guilty.” Apparently dad was so awed he gave up his single bullet so SB could shoot the nest a second time, with the same results.
Long story short: hornets can sense guilt and there are people in the world who have tested this theory.
O.K. I Have To Be Hornest With You Now About Some Thing Important
Moth Man Is Not Real. He Is Not Real. I Checked. I See Ghouls And Ghosts And Spectres And Baba Yaga All The Time But I Never Seen No Moth Man. I Look All Over West Virginia And I Never Seen Him. He’s Is Not Real. Im Sorry.