If it was alive and has died. I will dine.

datpantha: im silly heeeeee

Mon, 07 Jan 2013 20:10:47 -0500

im silly

heeeeee

askthecuddler: apersonificationofdeath: askthecuddler started following you. “……someone...

Sat, 05 Jan 2013 20:42:53 -0500

apersonificationofdeath:

askthecuddler started following you.

“……someone else………seeks death’s………embrace?” His dry cracked out. “………only the………foolish seek………such a thing.”

He gave the man a curious look “Why would I seek death? That’s the one thing that has already consumed everything I’ve ever known. No sir, I do not seek death, but yet it follows me like a cruel and unspeakable plague.”

He looked slightly miffed. “….” The irony of the fourth wall couldn’t be properly felt by the creature seeing as he was very one dimensional and living inside the head of some madman on a computer.

askthecuddler started following you. “……someone else………seeks death’s………embrace?”...

Sat, 05 Jan 2013 20:32:26 -0500

askthecuddler started following you.

“……someone else………seeks death’s………embrace?” His dry cracked out. “………only the………foolish seek………such a thing.”

Of /course/. How could I forget. By the way, /nice/ to see you again.

Fri, 04 Jan 2013 20:32:28 -0500

“To the…point. Do you…seek coin….or something….else?”

Just visiting, sir. -Alice smiles- Meeting new people.

Fri, 04 Jan 2013 20:28:36 -0500

“Ah well…do be careful…..many….unintended…..things do occur…..when meeting strangers.”

-Alice smiled a little- My name is Alice, Mr. Death~

Fri, 04 Jan 2013 20:07:55 -0500

He slowly tilted his head as the child spoke. “I am…well I suppose you know already….and what” He sighed. “Brings you here?”

-Alice smiled then curtsied-

Fri, 04 Jan 2013 19:58:08 -0500

A slow and creaky bow is made in return.

You look awesome with pink glasses, Mr. Death.

Fri, 04 Jan 2013 19:00:26 -0500

He slightly tips his hat. “….Charmed. I …assure you”

Death, /hm/? So do you make /deals/, or are you one of those boring, /unchangeable/ forces?

Fri, 04 Jan 2013 18:58:22 -0500

His head slowly lifted up and looked towards the voice. A voice he hadn’t spoken to in quite some time. “Tsk tsk……If it is….amusing….I enjoy…..deals….but remember…..rules…are rules..”

Can you kill my autocorrect? That message was supposed to say manlier.

Fri, 04 Jan 2013 18:56:16 -0500

“I’m afraid….technology isn’t…inherently….alive….so not normally.”

Death, you need mangler glasses!

Fri, 04 Jan 2013 18:47:59 -0500

“………Pardon?”

Why pink glasses?

Fri, 04 Jan 2013 18:34:24 -0500

“………………It is………a punishment…………to remember the last thing………he ever saw………that wished him no ill”

[[also who tells death not to wear pink glasses? not me that’s for sure!]]

If I touch you will I die?

Fri, 04 Jan 2013 18:22:15 -0500

A wry snake like grin crawls upon his face. “……Science says we………must test……all theories………shall we?” He slowly uncurls his cold dead fingers towards you.

Who needs their inbox filled?

Fri, 04 Jan 2013 17:55:59 -0500

vexhoor:

A small cloud of dust suddenly stirred. A small groan is heard as dry skin creaks and an old voice...

Sun, 23 Dec 2012 19:48:17 -0500

A small cloud of dust suddenly stirred. A small groan is heard as dry skin creaks and an old voice cracks out. “Oh…..my I seem to have….overslept for some time……….is anyone…..in here?”

A dry cough as dust puffs out his mouth

Tue, 11 Sep 2012 20:30:51 -0400

Deathler sits in his chair looking out a dirt and dusty window. The layers of dust have gathered on his clothes and body.”….I suppose…..I should…..leave….the house…more often.”

mehalena: cuz.. it was in high demand 8c

Sun, 19 Aug 2012 18:22:38 -0400

mehalena:

cuz.. it was in high demand 8c

So you're....

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 23:30:07 -0400

nashton:

apersonificationofdeath:

nashton:

“the Riddler….?” His dry voice sighed “And like any other agent of…..death….you reek like me……tell me this……what is always watching you…..always…..behind you……but is never there?”

“The Riddler, yes.” He nodded, speaking with an arrogant tone “Oh, a riddle for me? Tricky… but the answer is, obviously, Death.” He smirked.

“Hmm very…..good” His pink glasses flashed. “How about another?” He voice crackled as his bones popped. “The person who makes it, sells it. The person who….buys it never uses it…..and the person who uses it doesn’t…..know they are. What is it?”

“Even simpler.” He smirked, leaning forward on his cane. “A coffin.”

A twisted smile sat on his face. “Very good….now then one last riddle. I comfort you and you run from me. I’ll send the coldest chills down your spine and you’ll embrace me with a smile. I am the only one to be unbiased. But so many will find it unjust. Nature needs me but man fights me. Why am I here?”

So you're....

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 23:25:11 -0400

nashton:

“the Riddler….?” His dry voice sighed “And like any other agent of…..death….you reek like me……tell me this……what is always watching you…..always…..behind you……but is never there?”

“The Riddler, yes.” He nodded, speaking with an arrogant tone “Oh, a riddle for me? Tricky… but the answer is, obviously, Death.” He smirked.

“Hmm very…..good” His pink glasses flashed. “How about another?” He voice crackled as his bones popped. “The person who makes it, sells it. The person who….buys it never uses it…..and the person who uses it doesn’t…..know they are. What is it?”

Hmm hmm hmm

Sun, 22 Jul 2012 22:36:02 -0400

Anyone still…..alive?