Dude, I don't even know the basic rules of soccer or even American football, the most beloved sport in my cointry. And I know why soccer is popular... this speaks volumes of you.... perhaps you are a fellow intellectual?
I can't tell if this is internet sarcasm or naivety... just in case It's because the entire bloody f***ing world plays it! China, Japan, England, Nederlanden, Belgium. Even bloody North Korea!
Uh, sir? The Grand Vizier is in the next room, having a conference with Lord Ba'al... and I don't think it would end well for you if you attacked a servant of Lord Ba'al...
*Narrows eyes and walks closer to offender.* I am no apprentice to this Vizier... I am one of Sovereign Ba'al's personal assassin's.... meaning I can get away with a lot of things, understand? Good. Now then, back to my buisness... *Walks out again hopefully for the last time in a while.*
*Kronus smiles. A frightening smile. He turns and walks out of the cell, looking at Monroe. He stops and looks him in the eye.* Kronus: You are a horrible coward, aren't you? *He takes his phaser and snaps it in half. Kronus walks out.* Kronus: Have fun with him. Though do be careful, ones like him don't last long... *Erie…
OOC: I know. Can't exactly sleep. Like I said, I need to reset my sleeping pattern. I'm done going to bed at one time and not falling asleep until three hours later.
*He draws himself up to his full height, and looks at Terry.* Prisoner: I am Kronus... *He smiles, then turns back to Monroe.* Kronus: Do you wish to kill this worm, or shall he be my meal as well?
OOC: Sadly, I do not feel very well right now, and definately not well enought to illustrate a fight. Especially after I pulled an all nighter so I can reset my sleeping pattern...
*The Prisoner dries his face with Patchy's shirt after he is done.* Prisoner: Now... who was it that revived me? You? *He points at Monroe and sniffs.* Prisoner: No.... you... you with the alien under your skin! *He looks directly at Terry, his red eyes gleaming.*
*It opens it's eyes. Red eyes. Like blood.* Corpse: I.... I am a true threat to humanity! Ha ha ha! *In flash, the chains are off, and the body is on top of one of Monroe's lackeys.* Prisoner: Ahh, delicious... *He stands, cimpletely rejuvinated. His long black hair flows down to his shoulders. He looks twenty now, and…
*A small gasp escapes the body, then grows into a laugh.* Corpse: Haaaaa..... haaa.... hah..ha ha ha ha! *It starts moving shakily.* OOC: Sorry if my posts get sporadic. I'm not feeling very well.
I have other tests to administer in this sector. But I do offer my assistance to you and Sovereign Ba'al if you need it. Hail Ba'al. *Walks out of room.*
*Persi walks in in a long coat, his sword in it's sheath and on his shoulder. His knives are arrayed across his chest.* Persi: Are we ready to go Salam? Or are we waiting on someone?
*Loki tilts his head* Loki: You sure? You really sure? Because... I've found that physical beings seem to be .... forgetful at times. *He smile at her.*
*Bows to Worffan.* My... counterparts... have taken care of Cronus and Hathor... What you must understand os that the threats to the Glorious Lord Ba'al's life have gotten so frequent, that he has decided that all servants be subjected to yearly loyalty tests. We had no doubt that you would pass, Grand Vizier! Hail Ba'al.
Hah hah... I'm sure they can protect you from a direct minion of Ba'al. But have no worries, the new yearly loyalty test is over, and you have passed with flying colors! Hail Ba'al, and have a happy New Year!
But does it do either? Is there a person to witness said walking into bars, and said not walking into bars? And if there isn't, is there even a bar? Is there even a cat? Is there even a Schrodinger to have a cat to put in a box that theroetically doesn't or does have gunpowder for the sake of some pointless thought…
*He fist pumps* Loki: Yes! I don't know why, but I want to see this b**** messed up! *He puts a finger to his temple* Loki: Oh, that's right. I like to hurt people that hurt Tara! * He smile maliciously at Samana*
Xi, muttering: That would suck... *He contacts Persi* Xi: Kid, grab your weapons and get down to the ahuttle bay. You're going on a mission... Persi: Really? Well, that's unexpected. Xi: Yeah, well, the Freedom coming out of f***ing no where was unexpected as well... *He cuts the line. Persi grabs his sword and a few…