The Grand Awakening [OPEN]

[Yoloswag420]

Just have fun

to the point of going mad!

Black. Drifting. Death. It was an empty thing, something that nobody could touch with good conscience; but how could they? It was a dangerous thing, death. It was the ending, it was the curtains closed of all things. Victor drifted in this abyss, enchanted by how lovely it was.. and about how it ended his ridiculous spree as Yoloswag420. What had possessed him to pick such a name? It was stupid. Like retardly so; a test character became life.. and he couldn't escape anymore. The male however, felt content now. He was dead; he wouldn't come back. But wait.. a memory drifted to him out of the darkness. Nobody stayed dead, it showed; people revived in the cathedral. That meant.. his hell had just begun anew!

The light shone, as the male's body began to reconstruct; his hand reached out first, towards the heavens. And then his breath; his being jerked forward, as his entire countenance began to move, shivering with need to be. The hamsters, having been docile and waiting at the cathedral since he told them he would die, began to raise a bit of a noise. The male's body shot up, as his voice cleared; he could speak once more. ]''GREETINGS, MORTALS IN THE CHURCH. I AM YOUR GOD, AWAKENED TO LIFE ONCE MORE. BOW TO THE AMAZINGNESS THAT IS MY PERSON, AS MY SCARF IS MUCH, MUCH SUPERIOR TO ALL!'' he shouted, making sure his voice echoed in all directions, so that anybody present would hear his declaration of godhood.

The male then proceeded to have his scarf caught by the chandelier, it having been lowered for an earlier religious mass. And with a snip, one of the hamsters cut the line that was holding it down, allowing the other weight, that was hoisted, to shoot off.. and the male suddenly was yanked by his scarf, up high in the cathedral. ''HAHAHAHA I AM FAR UP ABOVE THE PUNY GROUND MORTALS! I FLY TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH, NEVER TO BE PROVEN AFRAID, NEVER MADE TO FEAR ANYTHING! I AM INVINCIIIIBLE!'' he shouted, jubilant in his glee of flying high up in the air. That was before the chandelier stopped, and with a snap, his scarf dislodged itself.. and the male plummeted to the ground.

And then he was surprisingly not dead, as he sprung up. ''It has not felled me dear followers! I Am quite alive and well! No mere gravity will beat me!'' he exclaimed, in a more quiet voice however. The male began to laugh, as he sat on the edge of the spawning platform, the hamsters crawling to fit themselves back into his scarf, unaware if someone had been watching him or not. After all, part of him sighed in exasperation; he was tired of this facade, but right now.. he couldn't let it go. He had made a commitment on making the character in the first place.. even if it was life or death, which it wasn't, he couldn't abandon that now, not without harming his pride. As such reasoning controlled him, he knew.

That he would be doomed to this life of ridiculous events, charades, and even worse, stupidity, until he decided to have truly enough of it all.

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[Elphyr]

In one corner of the cathedral, a lone feline leaned against a wall. He was tired, to the point of sleep, from trying to kill baby boars and increase his level as a druid. He wondered if he should have focused more on being a mechanic than a druid, it certainly suited him better. The werecat did not know where to start though, all he remembered about mechanics from the real world was that they mostly dealt with cars. There were no cars in Elder Tale, so what could he do now? Maybe he’d find an inn and get some rest first.

Elphyr closed his eyes for a second as if in relaxation to focus on his mental “to-do” list. He remembered that money was the most important. The best way he could earn it currently was through hunting monsters and finishing quests and selling his spoils from battle. Then maybe he could focus on the whole mechanic role.

It wasn’t long before Elphyr started to fall asleep on his feet. Fortunately, an abrupt shout shattered his peace, piercing through his sensitive cat-eardrums.

“GREETINGS, MORTALS IN THE CHURCH. I AM YOUR GOD, AWAKENED TO LIFE ONCE MORE. BOW TO THE AMAZINGNESS THAT IS MY PERSON, AS MY SCARF IS MUCH, MUCH SUPERIOR TO ALL!''

He grumbled, and opened an eye to look at who the voice had belonged to. It certainly sounded familiar. The ringing in his ears hadn’t been a first either. It took only a second for him to recognize the dwarf druid he had met not so long ago.

Under normal circumstances, Elphyr would’ve been a bit more tolerant to the voice. He would’ve ignored it. He was tired now though and hardly had the energy to deal with it. The voice rambled on. The werecat had ended up listening to the entire speech, though on the verge of bursting out to tell the dwarf to shut his piehole, although the dwarf hadn’t really said much.

The werecat’s patience was repaid however, by being shown the little show of the druid falling down. It served as somewhat of a consolation to him. “Serve’s ya right” he thought when the dwarf had suddenly plummeted to the ground almost comically and then sniggered to himself silently. The dwarf had spoken again after composing himself once more. The werecat almost stared in wonder of how the dwarf even managed to spout such words after that humiliation.

He let out a sigh before he walked over to the dwarf. He tapped Yoloswag420 on the shoulder before speaking. He wasn’t sure if he was going to regret this but he figured he may as well speak to the lone druid.

“Hell, where on earth do you even get the energy to pull those kind of stunts?” He asked with a raise eyebrow… if cats had eyebrows. He didn’t necessarily hate the guy, or disliked him. It was a rule, a self-imposed rule based on his past, that he wouldn’t judge after the first or second meeting.


OOC: I hope you.. don't mind?

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