(This will be fun, conversation fight!)

The Fear stumbled, he re-stabled himself quickly, turning back and lashing out with his own two fisted strike, hitting him square in the chest.

"Honestly, i don't know" He answered "Ask my friend"

"Casting the blame on a friend, very noble of you," spat the Corinthian, swiping in the direction of the blow. "I was created to be a nightmare specifically for people like that, you know. People who shirk responsibility. Why don't you uncloak yourself and face your responsibilities in person?"

The Fear sighed and de-cloaked. This opponent seemed intent on anger and violence. He had mentioned that he was a 'nightmare'. He didn't know what that meant entirely, he himself was sure that he had caused many nightmares in the people he had fought over the years.

The Fear had never considered himself noble in any way shape or form and he knew it, it was his nature to be so horrible. This being was trying to antagonize him. He had been trained not to be beaten on a psychological level, he continued to fight.

As the nightmare made a swipe at him, he moved around it and sliced a nail across his face, knocking his sunglasses off. He recoiled, shocked.

"Petty insults nightmare" He laughed not showing his brief moment of shock "don't bother with that stuff, whats with the eyes?"

"I'll tell you a secret, little killer," the Corinthian spoke. His voice had changed slightly, become more frightening; with a chill, the Fear realized that he was speaking with his eyes.

"I never needed you to deactivate your device. I have no eyes! I don't see by the light of day or the moon or the lightning, as humans do; I see by the light of dreams. Your pathetic illusion has no effect on me--I was merely testing your resolve."

The Corinthian replaced his sunglasses and resumed normal speech. "You passed," he said. "Shall we test again, or shall we go and try to stop our teammates from killing each other?"

"Well, as much as i have enjoyed our little fight, i have a feeling that we will be at this for hours if we continued" he smiled "Besides, i have grown rather fond of my current companion. Despite his most irrational behavior."

The Fear began walking down the corridor, before turning back.

"You know, i really hope you aren't trying to trick and kill me" His eyes narrowed "I don't think i'd stand much of a chance if you managed to get the drop on me."

Shriek didn't like this. Sure, Hector's plan seemed to work quite well, but she still knew something was wrong; Hector knew too much
"You know Hector, I think it's about time you give an explanation;" She paused and made sure she had all the attention she could draw from him: "Who are you?"
For the sake of getting away from here without much difficulty, she sure hoped he wouldn't play it like a smartass. She knew he was aware of her questions, and she knew she'd get her answers one way or another. "You owe me," she added with a menacing tone hovering over every word.

"Well, as much as i have enjoyed our little fight, i have a feeling that we will be at this for hours if we continued" he smiled "Besides, i have grown rather fond of my current companion. Despite his most irrational behavior."

The Fear began walking down the corridor, before turning back.

"You know, i really hope you aren't trying to trick and kill me" His eyes narrowed "I don't think i'd stand much of a chance if you managed to get the drop on me."

"That's either an attempt at flattery or a lack of self-respect. Neither impress me," said the Corinthian, walking back down the corridor in the direction Nny had gone. "Follow, or stay, as you will. Your influence is all that will keep me from tearing your 'friend' limb from limb, so for his sake you might want to come."

***

Hector considered lying to Shriek. He had thought of several possible aliases already; would any of them be useful?

Truth or lie... choosing between Shriek's trust, and security.

What did he have to lose? Other than, well, everything. Maybe a lie would be preferable for now...

Hector took a few minutes, then made up his mind.

"I am known to many as Jason Voorhees," he answered, removing his mask. The flesh below was horribly disfigured and oozing with blackish goo; it was frightening to look upon.

"I was born quite ugly to begin with, you see," Jason continued. "Some children at my summer camp made fun of me for it, and thought it would be funny to dunk me in Crystal Lake. They didn't realize that I couldn't swim."

He replaced the mask. "I died at Camp Crystal Lake, because no one was supervising the children; I was only eleven. My mother, Pamela Voorhees, went quite terribly mad after that and murdered several of the camp counsellers. They killed her, then, too, in self-defense; of course I was only eleven at the time, so how could I know the difference between self-defense and murder? There was a rather complex series of events that led to my resurrection in the form you see now, more hideous than ever before. I was without a mind, with very little of a soul; for years I hunted everyone who dared to come near Crystal Lake. I found my mother's body and built a shrine around it with their corpses. I kept that simple life--or, simple un-life--for a good while before I was abducted by the Corporation."

Jason drew in a sharp breath. "They experimented on me, fiddled around with my brain, made me 'smarter', you see. I was an Elite myself for a while. Then I decided that I had frankly had enough of the bullsh*t and I went on a rampage. They resurrected one of my old rivals to try and scare me off--that's Freddy, you see. Or 'Doctor Frederick' as he often calls himself now. It's very odd; he never cared much for any kind of science in his past life. But then, in MY past life I was a rampaging retarded Momma's boy, so what can I say?"

Jason shrugged and turned back to the computer terminal. "There. Satisfied?"



(By the way, castlemanic--Sylar CANNOT repel bullets that actually make contact with him, though he can ward off bullets that are coming toward him. For instance, in the battle at the end of Season One he deflected bullets a few times only to be stabbed in the stomach with Hiro Nakamura's katana. The bullets were moving a lot faster than the katana was--the difference is that Sylar didn't see the katana coming, and didn't have time to react.)

(I'll overlook it this time, but keep in mind that Sylar is not all-powerful.)

(Also, slow down a little or Vic won't be able to keep up.)

(actually earlier, matt parkman surprised Sylar earlier on in the series and shot him five times, Sylar fell backwards, then rose and climbed out of the building, dont remember what episode it was but Sylar was able to stop the bullets from killing him, also i stated earlier that he was only able to stop the bullets from killing him, not bruising him, Sylar is bruised, a little bit weakened but he can still fight. there was another time he was shot at, and he was like 'if i had the cheerleaders powers, those bullets would be a bit less bothersome.' but he was more powerful then he was when Matt first shot him, plus it was in a graphic novel when he said that, but anyway, Sylar has almost complete control of telekenisis, almost to magentos level, but nowhere near as powerful, the max ive seen being done was when he flipped a truck upside down.)

(ill be more careful about it next time.)

(im waiting for either you or Vic to post, and i will slow down next time.)

The Fear walked with the Corinthian. This 'nightmare' was being very harsh, or maybe i'm being too soft. Whats going on, before this i would never let someone talk to me like this. Just like before in the panic room, why did i feel it necessary to rest after killing those men?

I hope i'm not getting old. He thought back to his old friend 'The End', he shook his head, no not that old. This place has simply messed me up i imagine, oh well, soon you'll be gone, out of this place, free.

They turned the corner to see Freddy and Nny in a great clash of blades, neither seemed seriously hurt.

"So, you wanna talk them out of it?" The Fear asked "Or shall we just rush in and grab one each?"

(P.S The Fear having a mental breakdown!?)

"I think I've got a simpler solution," answered the Corinthian.

Freddy was engaged fully in the battle at hand and didn't hear the Corinthian coming at him from behind.

"So your name's Freddy Krueger?" asked the nightmare. Freddy spun around.

The Corinthian punched Freddy hard in the right eye and sent him crashing to the floor.

"Your pal and I have made an agreement," the Corinthian continued, placing his foot over Freddy's neck. "You gonna honor it, Mr. Krueger, or are you gonna keep fighting us?"

(Is this a DataaX choice moment then?)

(i guess so, hope he decides to post sometime soon)

(Yeah, i haven't seen him online in a while. Can you really make the decision for him though?)

(Unless he takes too long.)

(making up for being too powerful and for speeding too fast, one disadvantage of power is being too overconfident)

There were too many bullets, no matter how many Sylar stopped, a dozen more came for each bullet, he was being overpowered, he had missed too many and as a result got a dozen other bruises, he was nearly killed atleast twice. Sylar had moved back most of the way already. he was going to do something he never usually did, get help. Sylar turned around to find that the two men he had thrown against the wall were unlike the guards he had killed earlier, they were differently dressed, not in straight uniform. he was going to get their help either way. After stopping 30 more bullets he threw the two backwards and sent them behind the corner, doing so cost him another few bruises. Sylar quickly ran around the corner, leaving the bullets on the ground. Sylar looked just in time to see the short one throw a knife at him, he stopped the knife in mid air. 'i realise that you two are prisoners just like me' the knife dropped to the floor, 'i may have given a bad first impression but if you dont help me, noone is going to get out alive.'

"What the hell kind of crazy prestige class are you?!" Belkar shouted at the newcomer. "Telekinesis is like a Level 12 Caster spell, and you're using it with a bunch of Cleric skills! This is so messed up!"

(castlemanic, please don't post more in-story text until Vic has a chance to catch up or until I say so, ok?)

(alright, but i thought i was giving you guys a better chance to catch up, plus i was going too fast)

Sorry Varth. Again at my friends house for a while, now I'm back. Oh, and I'll be working on my paragraph for the RP Varth.)

Freddy stared up at the white-haired man who stood on his throat, and summoned just enough lungpower to speak.

"I should kill you a million times fer this," said Freddy. "And I will. But not today--'cuz today I'm confused and alone in a place I don't understand. So I ain't gonna fight ya. Not fer now."

The Corinthian gently eased his foot off of Freddy's neck and let him back up. Freddy stood on his feet and dusted off his striped sweater.

"Also," mumbled Freddy, too low for the Corinthian to hear, "you cheated."

(I'm back now)

"So. We're a team, then... for now," the Corinthian realized. "Until we find a way out of--"

BOOM. The wall behind them exploded, hurling all four of the newly-united teammates down the corridor. The landed by the Wall, which was lying flat on its side. Nail Bunny drooped off one edge of it in a rather depressing manner.

"OH... MY... GOD..." breathed Nny, staring through the hole in the wall in blank horror. "IT'S TRUE!!"

Two green energy beams streaked out of the hole and missed Nny by inches.

"UFOs!! THE F*CKING UFOs ARE AFTER ME!! And it's not even Tuesday!" screamed Nny, in panic. "Very well, they may have caught me off-guard, but I swear THEY'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!"

A hovering metal disk the size of a small aircraft flew from the hole and fired another barrage of energy bolts at Nny as he charged. The Corinthian looked on in dismay.

"<ANALYZING SUBJECT>" bleeped a staticky artificial voice inside of the hovering disk. "<SUBJECT IS... HOST--FRIENDL--ILE--HOSTILE.>"

A second artificial voice began, clearer than the first. "<subject is not target prisoner--ignore ignore ABORT ABORT--subject is NOT SYLAR-->"

"<PRIORITIES ALTERED. CORPORATIONBANE ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE NOW TERMINATES SUBJECT: ALL CORP PERSONNEL == PRIORITY ALPHA>"

"<subject is not Corporation person--SYSTEM ERROR SYSTEM ERROR>"

"<OVERRIDDEN. COMMANDS DELETED. TERMINATING SUBJECT.>"

Nny was slashing ineffectively at the metal monster's saucer-like design, barely scratching it but beating furiously. "DIE, ALIEN SCUM!!! LEAVE ME IN PEACE!!"

***

Hector--or "Jason" as he was now apparently calling himself--looked uncertain. "There's a problem," Jason announced.

Shriek was already staring at the screen. The Joker limped over, wincing a little with every step. "Is it a good problem, or a bad problem?"

"How could a problem be good?" asked Jason, regretting it as soon as he had asked.

"Problems that I can solve by sticking a sharp object into somebody, those are always good problems."

"Then this is a bad problem. My virus worked a bit too well; the SylarGuard AI has become completely autonomous and is now set on the destruction of everything that is associated with the Corporation at all. Including prisoners. It's downloaded itself into one of the Corporation's HovAssault tanks and is already on its first attack."

The Joker exploded into raucous laughter. "BUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

The pale-skinned maniac continued this for several minutes before Jason interrupted. "How is that funny?"

"A rogue computer program that was designed to be a peaceful guardian and has been reprogrammed to run around killing everything it sees?" the Joker gasped out, between cackles. "How is that not funny?!"

"Because it will destroy the recruits for our potential strike team," answered Jason. "We will have nothing left to fight the heart of the Corporation but ourselves, and I ASSURE you--that would not be enough."

***

Nny continued to stab furiously at the machine. "DIE! DIE! DIE!"

The machine spun itself in a circle, hurling Nny back into his teammates. "I think we can assume that edged weapons are not particularly effective," noted the Corinthian. "Not against the solid armor, anyway... what was it using to fire its ranged weapon?"

Four razor-sharp blades popped from the edges of the disk, and the disk began to spin again. "It's going to charge us," the Corinthian realized, nervously. "Wait for it..."

The contraption zoomed toward their position, still spinning rapidly.

"BREAK!" the Corinthian shouted at the group, leaping to one side as fast as he could.

The Fear jumped stiffly out of the way. The nanites stopped him from leaping large distances, but he managed to avoid the razors non the less. He did not see what had happened to the rest of his teammates as the 'UFO' had smashed into the wall behind them.

Dust and bits of concrete made seeing impossible. As he waited for the dust to clear and settle, he hoped the 'UFO' wouldn't come his way.

The room became clear, The Fear looked around, his eyes watering. He saw everyone was uninjured. Though Nny was sprawled on the floor after an ungracious dive.

"How do we destroy this thing then" He shouted to the others quickly, loading a bolt into his crossbow. "I'm going to see if this works. If not, at least we've ruled out another possibility."

He fired a bolt at the hard metal, it shattered and broke into pieces instantly. He sighed, as he expected. The saucer began to fly towards him. The Fear readied himself.

"Guys, try and see if it's weaker underneath" He yelled "I know it probably isn't, but we have to rule everything out to find out what can injure it."

"<DISPENSING VOLATILES--ALLIED PERSONNEL STAND BACK>"

A gun turret opened up on the underbelly of the disk. It aimed for the Fear and released a jet of flame.

"<RETRACTING VOLATILES--ALLIED PERSONNEL REGROUP>"

The Corinthian hurled himself at the gun turret before it could fully retract and pulled it hard, straining to keep it from closing. "FEAR! SHOOT IT! SHOOT THE GUN!"

"<OBSTRUCTION. RETRACTION FAILED. COMMENCING REMOVAL.>"

Four mechanical arms extended from the plated hull of the machine and curled down to try pulling the Corinthian loose, but the nightmare held fast. "SHOOT THE DAMN THING, FEAR!"

The Fear reacted immediately, loading several bolts into the crossbow at lightening speed. He fired five shots, four lodging themselves into the turret, one flying and entering the hole from which the turret had emerged. He saw a spark from inside the saucer.

"You might want to get off that thing Nightmare!" He shouted, backing away "It's either going to explode, or it's going to become electrified!"

The gun it's self was whirring wildly spinning around like a blind person in an unknown themepark.

(everythings my characters bad, woops xD)

"Can't," seethed the Corinthian. "need... to push it... back in..."

The four mechanical arms were still tugging at the Corinthian, keeping him from pushing the gun turret. The nightmare strained, and struggled, and shoved...

"THIS IS FOR ALL THE POOR LITTLE ANIMALS YOU ABDUCTED!!!"

With two powerful strokes from each of his blades, Nny sliced off all four of the arms and leapt off again, rolling to the floor. The Corinthian focused and shoved the turret back into its slot.

There was a muffled explosion, and flames began licking around the edges of the disk. The machine was fighting to push the turret back out, but the Corinthian held it in place, even as it grew red-hot beneath his fingers. The dream-flesh of his skin blistered and burned. He ignored it.

"<WARNING--WARNING--INTERNAL TEMPERATURE CRITICAL... VENTILILATION SYSTEMS ACTIVE>"

Four metal openings widened at each side of the disk, and smoke and sparks streamed out like fireworks. "Everyone take one of the vents!" the Corinthian shouted, dropping from the turret plate and preparing to leap up to the nearest vent.

"<COMBAT SITUATION INADVISABLE. RETREAT RECOMMENDED.>"

The top of the disk opened up like a four-part eggshell, revealing an enormous rotating drill. The disk began to spin wildly again, and it tunneled straight upwards into the rock above. An avalanche of stone fell back to block the entrance behind it; a column of broken rock stretched from floor to ceiling.

"DON'T RUN FROM ME YOU GRAY-SKINNED, BUG-EYED BASTARDS! COME BACK HERE AND FIGHT!" shouted Nny madly. The Corinthian considered trying to calm him, but quickly decided against it.

The Corinthian inspected his hands, checking the extent of the burn damage. It was fairly severe, but not as bad as the time that he had fought with Loki years ago; it would heal quickly. He was a dream, after all, and not a mortal--such wounds were trifles to him.

"Er..." the Corinthian hesitated, thinking. "Does anyone have any idea what that thing was?"

"I told you, it was a UFO! It's not a Tuesday but they must have changed their schedules... or missed a week... or something..."

"Anyone OTHER THAN NNY."

The Fear began brushing bits of rock and dust off his uniform, puzzled by the events.

"Whatever it was" The Fear said, rubbing his head "It wasn't looking for us. I've learned that these things do give useful information among the garble."

He walked over to the wall and leaned against it, stretching his arms painfully.

"It tried to abort when Nny was attacking it" He continued "Something about him not being the subject it was after and if that thing is powerful enough to pose a threat to all four of us together, it must be looking for someone very dangerous indeed. We should be ready to fight more of these things, it's likely that the corporation may have similar contraptions looking for us as well."

He looked over at the Corinthian, concerned about his hands. But the burns had already begun to heal. The Fear shook his head, this place was so unnatural and supernatural. It was unreal, it was hard to believe this wasn't a dream.

"Anyway, we should probably keep moving" The Fear suggested "who's up for taking a look through that hole in the wall?"

Jason glanced at the monitor. "They've scared it off," he breathed, relieved. "It's burrowed to the edge of the ship. It's walking through the void now... trying to home in on a repair station, I think."

Suddenly the screen went blank. "What the--"

A window opened up on the screen. A silhouetted figure appeared in it, sitting on a throne overlooking the beautiful expanse of the Multiverse.

"Hello, old friend," said the figure. "I'm glad you've made it this far. There's no fun in managing this place without a little challenge."

"YOU..." hissed Jason. "You've taken a bold move, connecting our networks. I could eradicate what little control you have left with the push of a button."

"Ah, but you won't, will you?" chuckled the CEO. "You see, you've opened up the path that could lead to the destruction of BOTH of our best interests, Hector. You've created something you can't control, something beyond the jurisdiction of either of us. And you can't destroy it--not without my help."

Jason scratched his chin pensively. "What exactly are you proposing, then?"

CHARACTER: Virgil

CATEGORY: Smart and Witty

CONTINUITY: Devil May Cry Series

WEAPONS: Sharpest Katana

CLOTHING: Blue Blazer, Black Leggings, Black Boots

PREFERRED M.O.: Power of Sparda, Sword Master

FIGHTING STYLE: Power of Sparda/ Close Melee

SUPERNATURAL: Devil Trigger (Same cloting)

APPEREARANCE: White Hair, Blue Eyes, Nerd like Voice (not actually nerd voice, like if you pug your nose, that how it sounds like)

Is this okay

CHARACTER: Virgil

CATEGORY: Smart and Witty

CONTINUITY: Devil May Cry Series

WEAPONS: Sharpest Katana

CLOTHING: Blue Blazer, Black Leggings, Black Boots

PREFERRED M.O.: Power of Sparda, Sword Master

FIGHTING STYLE: Power of Sparda/ Close Melee

SUPERNATURAL: Devil Trigger (Same cloting)

APPEREARANCE: White Hair, Blue Eyes, Nerd like Voice (not actually nerd voice, like if you pug your nose, that how it sounds like)

Is this okay

(Vergil isn't really a serial killer though, is he? There's a difference between a villain and a serial killer.)

(Well is it okay)

(Well is it okay)

(This game is for serial killers only. Victory is the one exception because he's awesome that way, and because it helps the plot to have one guy who isn't a true psychopath.)

(So no, it's not okay. Sorry. If you want to pick someone else, I'd consider that person instead.)

As The Fear climbed over the rubble to see what lay beyond the wall, he noticed Nny running away. The Fear turned to see him and the Corinthian taking hold of the slab of rock which the Corinthian had thrown at him.

He and Freddy watched puzzled as they loaded it onto its transport and began wheeling it towards the hole. Nny took the decrepit looking bloodied bunny down from its position on the slab.

"What are you doing?" Asked The Fear "Why are you taking that with us? And what is that, your dead pet or something?"

"What are you doing?" Asked The Fear "Why are you taking that with us? And what is that, your dead pet or something?"

"If you're lucky," hissed the Corinthian, "you'll never, ever know what this is." His lips had not moved--he was speaking with his eyes again. It was slightly unnerving.

"Nail Bunny's been pretty straight with me all these years," Nny insisted. "And he's coming too."

The quartet of freed prisoners stared over the threshold of broken cement and into the workings of the space beyond. The hole was a matrix of cables and machinery; a shaft led downward.

"Doesn't look safe fer us ta climb," Freddy grunted. "The bleach-headed bastard will fall an' break his lil' neck before I get a chance to try it for mysel--"

*FWOOSH*

The Wall flew through the air and fell down the hole. A loud bang ensued a moment later.

"It's safe," the Corinthian said, reassuringly. "From the noise, that sounds like a short drop." He hopped into the hole and began to climb down. Nny followed quickly.

"Smartass," hissed Freddy.

The Fear glanced at Freddy, who was glaring down the hole that the Corinthian had just jumped down.

"I swear, if he keeps sh-" Freddy was cut off by a hard push on the shoulder as The Fear interrupted.

"Don't do anything" He spoke in a firm voice "We're better off with these guys than we are alone, now come on."

The Fear jumped down and landed on the peculiar concrete slab. There was something unnerving about being so close to it. He hopped off quickly and stood back as Nny and the Corinthian took up the slab once again.

(Does this mean we're on the fourth floor again?)

The Fear glanced at Freddy, who was glaring down the hole that the Corinthian had just jumped down.

"I swear, if he keeps sh-" Freddy was cut off by a hard push on the shoulder as The Fear interrupted.

"Don't do anything" He spoke in a firm voice "We're better off with these guys than we are alone, now come on."

The Fear jumped down and landed on the peculiar concrete slab. There was something unnerving about being so close to it. He hopped off quickly and stood back as Nny and the Corinthian took up the slab once again.

(Does this mean we're on the fourth floor again?)

(No, the space between floors is bigger than that. We're in the inner workings of the Security 5 Complex, but on the edge rather than the center like Jason / Hector)

The Fear walked past his companions, pushing past wires and cables.

"I'll take point" He muttered "we should see if this leads anywhere important. If you guys see anything we can stop to check it out."

He heard a grunt of agreement from someone.

"What exactly are we lookin' for then?" Came Freddy's voice from behind him.

"I honestly don't know" The Fear replied

"Anything interesting" The Fear decided "Big power cables that could take out systems i guess."

"Nothing like that would be here" the Corinthian said "We should look for a way further into the complex."

"So we look for a weakness in the wall?" The Fear asked "Or some sort of ventilation system that can lead in?"

The Corinthian shrugged and they set off.

(is it too late to join?)

(is it too late to join?)

(If you have a character who you can play effectively, then no, it is not too late.)

CHARACTER: The Creeper

CATEGORY: Scary and Silent/ F*king Insane

CONTINUITY: Jeepers Creepers movies

WEAPONS: Battle axe, throwing stars and knives

CLOTHING: a tattered duster and a stetson that covers his face

PREFERRED M.O.: Eats parts of his victims and preserves them to eat them later

FIGHTING STYLE: his weapons, and melee fighting

SUPERNATURAL: can regenerate his body by eating his victims body parts, can fly, and has superhuman strength and speed.

APPEARANCE: He has green and brown skin, a pair of skin flaps on the side of his head, and batlike wings sprouting from his back(which can be hidden underneath his duster). He also has razor sharp teeth and talons on his feet.

BIO: Since biblical times he has awakened only in the spring of every twenty three years. During that time he has only twenty three days to eat before seemingly vanishing from existance.

(hope he's okay but if he's not I can think of someone else)

CHARACTER: The Creeper

CATEGORY: Scary and Silent/ F*king Insane

CONTINUITY: Jeepers Creepers movies

WEAPONS: Battle axe, throwing stars and knives

CLOTHING: a tattered duster and a stetson that covers his face

PREFERRED M.O.: Eats parts of his victims and preserves them to eat them later

FIGHTING STYLE: his weapons, and melee fighting

SUPERNATURAL: can regenerate his body by eating his victims body parts, can fly, and has superhuman strength and speed.

APPEARANCE: He has green and brown skin, a pair of skin flaps on the side of his head, and batlike wings sprouting from his back(which can be hidden underneath his duster). He also has razor sharp teeth and talons on his feet.

BIO: Since biblical times he has awakened only in the spring of every twenty three years. During that time he has only twenty three days to eat before seemingly vanishing from existance.

(hope he's okay but if he's not I can think of someone else)

(I'm a little skeptical about your ability to control a character with as little backstory as the Creeper does. But then, I was skeptical about Wadling too, and he's really impressed me.)

(I don't know how talented you are with this kind of character, so I'll make you a deal. You can play as the Creeper for now, and if I don't like it I'll kill him off somehow. Then you can pick a different character and we'll see how that works out. Otherwise you can keep playing the Creeper until the game ends.)

(Sound good?)

(sounds awesome and good luck killing him if need be. It's really late here so i'll be back tomorrow)