The Last Poster Wins! [v8]

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

*Rebecca has already broken out of the tree-binds with that sentence as inspiration to break out. Tazz one-shots her with the Madder-Man, OHKOing her, but she came INCREDIBLY close to stabbing you with the spear she wields. Your quick observations prove that the spear is designed to make short work of supernatural entities, primarily demons and ghosts. Phantoms are both, so you'd be absolute mincemeat if it hit.*

Tazz:...I'd think she'd break out just to kill you after that for suggesting it. *Now binds Rebecca in an iron column similarly to before.* Next time, if we have someone tied up, don't ask why don't we do X, that's the cue for them to immediately break out.

[Wander]

aw, now Siv's gone D:

and we still haven't reached 1,000 pages yet D:

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

He'll come back, and in any case, this doesn't mean the RP stops.

*Drags Sivelos out of the new Superdimension to make sure he isn't a problem.*

[Voltaire Magneton]

OOC: There a typhoon here, so it's my home territory!


*blows you all away*

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

*You have not classed up yet. Class up already or 'blows you away' will be equivalent to splash.*

WHAT THE NARRATOR SAID, VOLATILE!

[Voltaire Magneton]

OOC: Could I just be the commercials part of your TV show?

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

This is not a TV show, this is an RPG! THERE ARE NO COMMERCIALS!

We purged spammers from existence ages ago, too.

[Voltaire Magneton]

OOC: So just give me a quick review on the current situation. I might join in.

[Ganyu]

For the cosmos' sake, I'm not a demon or a ghost, I merely rule as their overlord hence the title Phantom Lord. It is in no way my name as how Sir isn't Sivelos' name but a conferred title of knighthood. Names have been lost on me for I have greater things to remember than some useless name.

Back on-track, Voltaire, we are as you can see, dealing with a Rebecca of murderous intents and have entered a Dimensional Hole. Help us or I'll help incarcerate you in the boiling geyser fields of Europa's underworld.

[Sir Sivelos]

((YOU RANG?

And no, don't get used to this. I'm using an EMAC on the porch of my cabin, and it is as ****ty as it sounds.))

Er... Ecrivain? Is something bothering you? You seem a bit... pissy, for lack of a better term.