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02-09-2015, 05:26 PM
would you mind if I killed you?
The Reaper didn’t really want to spread the word and try to save everyone. If the world was suddenly rid of idiots, of morons, of fools, then he couldn’t quite see the harm in not sharing the secret. Begrudgingly, however, he settled about their given task, purposefully setting out towards his homeland, because the creatures within would be the only ones he’d even think to save. They were his family, his kin, his protected and safeguarded inhabitants, and beyond the thoughts of darkness, of malice, of murder, they were always the first ones he sought. The Basin members, and by establishment its other flora and fauna, were the only things he’d be interested in liberating and extricating from harm. He slithered and roamed into the deepest portion of their valley, beyond the wake of caves and caverns, pacing and placing his form by the cool, reflecting lake. From there, his vocals rang in an insistent bellow, a call he’d hastened before in times of peril and potency, and whether or not true danger would befall them, he was certain not to leave them out in the dark and deluge. “The Earth God seeks to cleanse our world. There is a boat you must all attend to.” He paused, giving forth an infernal shrug towards his companion, Thranduil, as if that was all to be said. As an afterthought, he pulsed another roar. “Bring a friend.” [Task 1! @[Thranduil]] would you mind if I tried to?
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