Jackofhearts2005 wrote: ↑Mon Jul 06, 2020 10:12 pm
The incredibly good looking man sat at his laptop, writing a story. It had been a long time since he had handed off the reins of the RPSC to nobody at all. After his daughter was born, writing just hadn’t seemed so The handsome man began to shake uncontrollably. He fell out of his chair and convulsed on the ground until a piece of something flew out of him and became another him. He looked up at the new him in front of him and the handsome man laughed and laughed, a maniacal dangerous laugh. Another him left him.
“What’s wrong with mhee ho?” the handsome man asked.
“Nothing,” the third handsome man said, grinning from ear to ear. He reached his hand out to help his original self up.
“You just need a little rest.”
When the first took the third’s hand, electricity shot through his entire body, frying him alive. The second and third smiled to each other.
“After you,” the second said.
“Why thank you,” the third replied with a chuckle. And then they were gone, leaving the handsome man’s body lying on the floor.
This is Jack Napier and possibly Genocide Jack.
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The last one to be separated from the incredibly handsome man was a monster. The monster checked his gun and then looked at the body.
“I only need to save one,” the monster mumbled to himself. He pointed the gun at the original him.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Jack.”
The monster turned to see a familiar old man and and unfamiliar blonde one, both dressed in black.
“You’re not me. Neither of you are.”
The old man smiled. “No, we’re not, Jack. But we are him. Perhaps more than you are. That’s not why I gave you that gun.”
“Isn’t it?”
The old man paused.
“No. It isn’t. Move on, Jack.”
The monster looked at the old man and then his companion and then back to the old man.
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Then I’ll make you,” the blonde man said with a smirk. “Mongrel.”
The monster shrugged and walked away.
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This is me. My role specifically tells me I’m town, and I’m going down with that ship. We need to find the blond man. I think the old man might be flavor, but if not, maybe the old man was Colin.
I can prove myself by my targets. Who else can say the same?