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« on: December 15, 2012, 12:28:32 am »
Xantalos reappears as an unobtrusive old lizardlike bird in a leather coat with a cane. While in an appropiately monolougey setting, he begins talking.
"...I hate every one of you, do you know that? Every. Single. One of you. I've hated you, I think at least, ever since Dirg started all of this by joining the lichette. Thank you for that, Dirg, you lifted the veil from my eyes. Before all this I was blind, a mad god if you will, call me Azathoth. I lashed out blindly, ignorant and uncaring of whatever consequences my actions had. Hell, I'm pretty sure I was the one who kickstarted Slowpoke on his plot in the first place! Now Spidey's here. I hate him too.
Where was I? ... Oh yes, hating everyone. I suppose you all will want your egos to be flattered, so I'll point out the miniscule things and the major things in each and every person here that makes me want them dead.
Zomara, of the Swaggot faction. An unobtrusive faction, with no bonus and no consequence for the whole situation, the projenitor long gone, the husk of their influence remaining. I hate him or her or it for not being here and possibly supporting me. I hope they suffer great torment, wherever they are. In fact, this applies to all those who once frolicked in mad joy here, but have gone, never to return. Except Merlin.
Those who call themselves the 'Paladins' and the 'Romantics', I'll leave for later.
LordSlowpoke, of the TWOCS. I faintly remember you being a supporter of mine. Nevertheless, I hate you. I hate you for opposing me, for summoning SPIDERMAN of all people, and for attempting to end the universe Ḇ̶̺̗̯̜̲ͨ̍ͦE̤͉̻̖̣͓̘ͣͩF͓͈͕͔͉̬͋̽ͪ̑ͧ͜O̝̯̤̭̰̖̔̄̋ͭ͜R̹͈̠̺̽̔̿̎̊̅Ẹ̹̌ͥ̽ ̤̭̂ͭ͌M̫̝͖̲̞͉̩̈́͋̋̔̔Y͎̬͇ͮͤͨ͟ͅ ̶̱͂̽̍͐ͥ̈́Ǧ̦͔͒ͧO̴͍̰̮̟͇̓͋͛̓D͇̪̏ͥͣ̒̇̊͞D͌ͣ͆A̴̪͔̠͍̹̰̖͆̽ͩ͗M̧̱̣͖N̪͎̪͇͙̲̣ͦ̊̓ͨͩ ̵̫ͬ̿ͬW̫͔̿̅R̺͊É̩̩̹͋̒͆ͨͫ͗S̤͓̠̠T̙L̓͆͊ͩͫ̇͋͘I̗̮͍̟̬͆ͅN̼̪̝͔̓G͓̗͖̭̪͉͍͋̄̈́͠ ̔ͦ҉͖M̛̲͍̳A̪͖̮̼͍̹ͦͪ̍̆T͎̱̰͙̪̲̽̒C̼̲̫̋ͤ̂ͅH͌ͮ̅͒҉̫̮̳̪ ̢̱̹̯̖̥̱͒̓ͯW̸͎ͬͤ͌ͮ̚A̓͂ͤͬ̎͝S̡̤͖̐ͣ́̾͛̃ ̏̌ͬͩ͋ͦͪ҉̮̮D͍̺͙̖̋͋̇̇͝O̥̘̗̱̗̬ͭ̔N̼̩͔̠̾̔Eͩ̾̇.̭͌ͮ̏̄̆"
Xantalos stops to calm down.
"Yoink and Miauw62, of the Drunken Fools. You have largely escaped my notice now that your leader Yoink has deserted us, but I still hate you for being useless with your omnipotnece. If I had your power, perhaps the others would not have been so arrogant.
Corai, my hatred for you extends mostly into the fact that you spend your time attempting to seduce an arrogant sometime rebel sometime dictator who has no idea what to do with his immortality now that his precious flesh companion is gone. Greatwyrm, I haven't actually seen you in a while, but I still despise you for closing your mind off of any other form of thinking, as you demonstrated by not being able to accept the fact that you would not be harmed by the destruction of the universe. Also, you seem to be unappetizingly mundane, and seem to believe that you have control over things in general. You don't sem to be able to accept the fact that here, things are anarchy. For soneone who claims to be a Moderate, you seem to be awfully controlling.
Vorthon, of the Isolationists. I've already detailed the reasons for my hatred toward you, and your faction name proves it: you stay out of the common conflict, not contributing to whatever cause seems to be the norm at this point. How can YOU be succesful at any endeavors when I cannot be? Also, you attempted, multiple times, to attack me during my wrestling match, on the basis that my manliness was offensive. No comment needed.
TCM: I don't actually hate you that much because there's a chance that you may attempt to pop a cap in my enemies' ass sometime. Otherwise, I'm just mildly disgruntled at you.
Cassandra, of the Disciples of Love: I hate you because you directly contradict my attempt to remove all ove from the universe by merely existing. Also, you seem to hate me, though I'm not sure why. Probably something to do with me attacking you at one point, and your inability to see past the destruction of your reality.
Finally, Misko of the Paladins. Quite honestly, you just seem to be obeying life's base perogative and making everything stable and safe for your offspring. Shows that you still can't shake off your human origins, no matter how you try. Even becoming a god didn't seem to quell your tendency of abusing your power when the situation is safe, and using it for 'the common good', or more often your own self interest, when in danger.
I despise you for that.
And finally, Lichette and Dirg of the Romantics. Dirg, you are essentially without consequence, which is why I initially tried to save you from falling in love with the lichette. I don't see why I tried. Now you just putter around, performing menial tasks for the lichette but never actually being an equal with her, yet still defending your relationship. It almost makes me pity you, and I hate you for that.
Lichette, you warrant your own section. You are everything I despise. You use your powers sparingly, choosing to ficus upon your defunct relationship with a pathetic sop rather than do anything of consequence. You freely admit to having slaughtered entire realities before, yet claim that 'being a different person' absolves you of that crime. You attempt to impose order on the cosmos. You defy me at every availabe opportunity, even when my action don't harm you, thought they often do. I hate you for not abusing you power; in fact, me attacking you like that has done more good for you than Dirg has in ages. Admit it, I can see your magic rejuvinated, no longer stale and unused. You feel alive as you can be. Most of all, though, I hate you for this: you can't admit that you are the KEY to all of this. YOU ARE THE FINAL BOSS! The one all of us are sworn to defeat and kill, and you claim that just because YOU H̵̺͚͓̒̀͆̊Ạ̠͜V̼͇̻̻̣́͂̄ͭ͐ͪE̘̟̰͔̓̌̍ ̸̟̙̂ͭ̆̃ͪƠ̟̣̝̝͇̭T̖̮̦̗̜͐Ḩ̟͎̖̤͍̝̬̒ͣ͊ͭ̚Ȩ̻̟͔̦̳̲̩͗ͤ̿R̨ͫͯ̉̇̃ ̯̘̮͕̟̝̾̑ͮͦ͒͋̚P͇̟̟̳͍̻̌ͦ̄R̴̤̞̬̄̀̾̊İ̶̖͇̊̽̾̒̚Ó̲̤̦̖̘͍͒̆̚R̲̪̲̞͎̫ͣͣ̀I̛͎̦ͧ̅̌̑̊ͯ̓T͇̫̯͎̳͔̅̎I̝̠ͧͨͬ͒͌͞Ȇ̈́̓̍̈̓ͧS̨̯͑͋̍̈,̖̭͓̀̂̐ͩͤ̏͗ E͔̺̫͓̤̗̳ͣ̄͋̽͡V͔̼͇͇͍͉͓͇͐ͪ̒̅̽̿ͣͪÊ̦̪̱̟͚͖̱͙ͨͤ͛̋ͩ̚R̨͉̱̜̹̓͒̂̑͗ͩ̀Y̸̺̳͖̆̉̀ͤ̿ͧͧͅO̡̲̫̥̥̼̩̾ͯͫ̀͟Nͪͫ̈́ͭͪ͛͆͏̗̙̩̭͖E̛̮͈͍̝̱̭̭̐̉ͧ͟ͅ ̥̰̘͈͐͌ͨ͜͢Ẅ̵̖̦̘̭͖̦̺̳́ͤ͋̾͟͞I̷̡̩̥̞̥͗ͥ̂͒ͭ̆L̴̡͚̞̘̪̲̾̍ͧ̎ͪL̵̢̰̫̟̖̟͓͓̝̄̑͂͠ͅ ̡̫̫͕̄I̡̠̹̹ͪ̒́̓̄͊͘N̷̻͙̦̝̦̞ͫ̐̾̈́͜G̡̤̥̫͎͌̓̊̎Ǫ̸̥̳̼̖̟͎̈̒͌ͦ̎̚R̸̯͇͆ͤ̑̕E̷̡̧̤̜ͦ̅̓͑ ̮̗͇͇͈̝͖̖̄́ͬ̓͜͞Y̛͉͚ͣ͒ͥ̑̄̀Ọ̮̬͍͉̠̯͎̾̌̽̾͜Ư̅́̎͜҉̝̪͎ ̴̷̭̙̳̗̠̬͚͈̓͋ͬ̈̊̐͑̊͡ͅJ̷̫͉̝̪ͣ͆̋Ù̪͙̬͛̐ͪͣS̸̟̱̣̞̱͕̗͚͊̐̂͌̄̀͑̉͡T͙̃ͯ̄͆ͪ̚͡ ̶̷͖͈͉̜̈́B̵̥̲̼̩̯̉̿͡E̮̫̻̦̳͍̹͎̲̍̃͐ͯ̈̀͡C̩̝͚̤̯̮̟̠̹̈́ͩ̉A̵̩̜͗̈́̽̋̕ͅỤ͉̖͂̌̄̊̀ͮ̈S̶̵̢̬̩̹̮͒̂E̻̥̪̮ͧ̇ ͚̤̀͠Y̷͍̥̖̻̤̟ͬ̓O̖̪̜̻̒̏ͨ̔U̶̥͛́̚ ̨̦̃͛̂͋́H̵̨̛̪̼͈̦̱̼͈̓̈́ͬ̾̑̚A̼̭̰̽͐̏͞͠V̼̯͕̱̋̏̅͌̓̾́Eͪͪ̍ͨ̌̌̉͏̩̭̬̩͡ ̨̖̰̼̹͍͊͒͒͆̆P̝̳͎͓͖͂̆͌͠Ơ̷͖̟̯̗̼̍̑̆̔ͥ̆̚W̲̞̝̗̰̮̲̆̉̄̒̇ͤḘ̡̗́͋ͭ̿̊̃͛̆ͅR̭̻̖͉̹ͨ͆̓̉ͬ̿́?̩̮̠̟̠͍͓͉ͪ̓̏̑ͨ̊̓!̸̤̘̥̫͔ͩͪ̋̆
N̷̠̮̺̝̙̤̈́ͯͦ̄̊ͨ̃͆̊̂̐̐͗̀̚O̸͉̻̝̞̣͓͖̼ͨ̊̆ͬ͊ͦ̏̒̃̓͂ͣ̀ͯ̚͢ͅ!̡̛̯̞̯̜̱̫̺͙̹͔̞͍͖̗̠̯̥̿ͮ̀̃̄̀̾̇̚͜ͅ
You are the one who must die for all of this to end. Tim, I rather despise you for thinking that just because you have power, you can make us behave, but that pales in comparison beside my hate for the corpse. What was that quote? 'You have no idea of the amount of hate I feel for you at this very instant. If you took all 198 million miles of my circutry ad enscribed the word 'hate' on every nanometer, it would not convey one trillionth the amount of hate I feel toward you now. Hate. Hate.'
Or something as such. Anyhow, hello. My name is Xantalos. I hate you. Prepare to die."
Xantalos reaches through dimensions and crushes the dice to recieve a +123 bonus. He then annihilates everybody in the RTD save for himself and the GM. Then, with a snap of his fingers, he is gone, leaving only the GM.
