AMEN XVI: Sanity's Requiem

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[Lord Magtok]

Ah, I love that new thread smell. Out of curiousity, did we ever find out what happened to Casino Ratavo? I find it odd that they'd choose to remove that one, and not the others before it.

[Vespe Ratavo]

Isn't it obvious? Alarra is a member of the Pun Police.
Everyone knows that.

[PirateMonk]

"There's just a gap in the progression where it should be."

[DraPrime]

Would I possibly be allowed to join?

[Lucid_Archon]

Lucid bounds around the base, occasionally stopping to break dance to an inaudible strain of music.

[PirateMonk]

PM turns to dragonprime. "Of course." It summons a mound of paperwork. "Just sign all that in your blood, or just read the scroll."

[Vespe Ratavo]

Ah, Dragonprime! Welcome! Of course, AMEN is open to anybody.
Vespe conjures up the another obligatory huge stack of papers, all written in incomprehensible legalese.
Just sign here, here, here, here, initial here, here, here, here, here, and here. All in blood of course. And we'll need a saliva sample for cloning purposes, as well as your immortal soul.

Also, for some reason I feel that my new avatar speaking would sound somewhat like Sean Connery. Don't ask me why...

[DraPrime]

Crap, paperwork! I'd fill it out with my blood but mine is so evil it would make the paper burst into flames. I'll just have to use someone else's. *grabs random commoner and extracts blood* Alright time to sell my soul with paperwork. *fills out paperwork, gives saliva, and puts soul into an easy to carry bottle* Here you go!

[Lucid_Archon]

Lucid pole vaults into dragonprime, knocking him to the ground.

"Please, your about as evil as a week old muffin."

Lucid runs off again, on a sugar rush or something.

[DraPrime]

Dragonprime watches Lucid Archon pole vault into some random commoner and then refer to the commoner as dragonprime. Does anyone think he had too much sugar?

[Mr_Saturn]

Mr. Saturn strolls in, confused, he says.

"Is this where AMEN meets?

[Vespe Ratavo]

Vespe walks up to Mr. Saturn.
Woah.
Vespe touches Mr. Saturn on the nose.

The universe implodes.

Then everything is rather quickly rebuilt by mice in about twenty eight seconds. Unfortunately, most of Russia is missing.
Ah well.

[Mr. Moon]

"Two... Vespes... and a new member... Two Vespes..."

"You seem to have devloped a nasty twitch there..."

[Mr_Saturn]

Ah, my nose is the button to selfdestruction of the universe. Might not want to touch that.

*Quickly gathers up the mice that shuffled around*

[Lord Magtok]

Yes, it is where AMEN meets. But shouldn't you already know about that, Vespe? Or is Vespe your evil twin? Or are you a completely different being, manifesting yourself as Vespe since your true form is so horribly loathsome that the entire multiverse would implode again if it were revealed?

[Vespe Ratavo]

Who cares? I've got a brother now! Just like the brother I never/did/might have had!

I have bad amnesia.

Also, I like the new MC. She's much more twitchy. And piratey.

[DraPrime]

Dragonprime looks at the 2 vespes in surprise. I see a solution to this all. We kill one of them to avoid all problems.

[Lucid_Archon]

Lucid uncomfortably protrudes from Magtok's ear.

"That guy doesn't look anything like Vespe. Are you guys blind or something?"

Lucid disappear back into Magtok's ear, mumbling something about bacon.

[Mr_Saturn]

I'm a shape shifter. But I shifted too many times to a point that i forgot my true identity. All know about my old self is that it had a nose, which is nonexistent on my current self.

[Korias]

Ooh... New thread.
Korias looks at the title of the thraed, and then at Pirate Monk. Been playing Eternal Darkness much, have we?

[Draken]

Ah... The exquisite smell of new thread, smells like...

Roting flesh.

Yes, someone please pull the lever of the corpse dispenser. I think there are dozens of kobolds out there.

[Vespe Ratavo]

He was a shaaaaape shifter
Sunday driver yeah

Vespe seems amused at this.

So anyway, welcome to AMEN. I'm sure the others will give you all the paperwork and such you need.

[Mr_Saturn]

Paperwork? Let me at the action!

*duels vespe*

Who will win?

[Raistlin1040]

Please Vespe. Day Tripper? That's easy. Now if you could make a lyric from Help! Or Can't Buy Me Love, I'd be more impressed.

[Vespe Ratavo]

No no no, you see, whenever two identical people from separate dimensions touch, the universe im-

The universe implodes and is rebuilt.
Again.

@^: I would, and mebe I will. It was just a spur of the moment thing.

[DraPrime]

What, again? I hope that at least some of Russia is still around. I would sorely miss that vodka.

[Lucid_Archon]

Lucid back flips over the group, singing as he goes.

"I am the very model of a modern Major-General,
I've information vegetable, animal, and mineral,
I know the kings of England, and I quote the fights historical
From Marathon to Waterloo, in order categorical;"

[DraPrime]

Dragonprime smacks Lucid Archon with a big stick No singing.

[Lord Magtok]

Lucid uncomfortably protrudes from Magtok's ear.

"That guy doesn't look anything like Vespe. Are you guys blind or something?"

Lucid disappear back into Magtok's ear, mumbling something about bacon.

Blarg, I am dead!

Magtok falls to the floor, dead. Having a freaky, tentacled monster in your head does that kind of thing to you.