originally posted in:The New Dojo
[b][i]A much-needed beating[/i][/b]
Shadow reaches through the fourth wall and drags out her writer.
"YOU HAVE BECOME LAZY!!! WEAK!!! PATHETIC!!!"
~B-but...~
Shadow picks up the poor human by the neck and slams them into the ground.
"NO EXCUSES!!!"
Spitting blood, they grimace in pain.
~Fine. What do you want from me?~
"I WANT BLOOD!!!!"
The writer raises an eyebrow.
~But this isn't the RoB. The kids here can't stand gore.~
Shadow glares.
"Do I look like I care?"
~Not particularly...~
Shadow grins.
"Now make a post with some gore, maybe with me killing some innocents. A ritual, perhaps?"
~Fine. I'll think-~
Shadow's eyes flash dangerously.
"No!! You will make it, and you will make it soon!!"
The writer holds up their hands, trying to placate the Drow.
~Ok!! Ok!! I'll do it!!~
"Better. Now get out of here."
The human frowns.
~You broke half my ribs, Shadow. I can't move.~
The Drow smiles, and it is not a nice smile.
"If you insist."
The human's eyes grow wide as the plot unfolds to them.
~WAIT!!~
With a flourish, Shadow plunges her hand under the human's ribcage and rips out their heart, blood gushing from between her fingers.
As the human's final rasping breaths slow, she takes a slow, savoring bite of the dense muscle.
"Ah, blood. It has been far too long."
The writer's last moments in this realm were spent in agony as they bled out on the ground, watching their creation feast on their flesh.
[spoiler]Hehehehe!!! It has been far too long since I have had this much fun.
From now on, I am back to a Shadow main!!!
AND THAT MEANS PAIN, VIOLENCE, AND GORE!!!!![/spoiler]
English
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There is a thundering voice from above. "SO NOW YOU CANT DO ANYTHING BECAUSE YOU KILLS YOUR CONTROLLER! CONGRATS, YOU PLAYED YOURSELF!"
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"False. I win."
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"WHO ARE YOU TO DETERMINE WHAT IS TRUE AND WHAT IS FALSE, IF YOU HA E NO WRITER TO BACK YOU UP?"
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[spoiler]i guess you just killed yourself?[/spoiler]
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Another writer pulls some serious butter scotch and rewinds time before Shadow did the ripping out of the heart. An errant forklift comes out of nowhere and slams into shadow.
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The forklift crumples against the 4th wall, having no effect on the scene.
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The writer decides to sit back and watch while eating chocolate.
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[spoiler]So, you killed yourself? Pretty edgy stuff here...[/spoiler] "Uh, the only one who actually has blood in my legion is Destanius, so..." [b]Destanius appears.[/b] "Do I really have to fight the bloodthirsty demon? I literally just got done on the rowing machine."
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The being's legs are sliced off as he appears. As his physical presence is locked into the local reality, Shadow tears apart his mind, leaving him a mindless husk. As the body falls apart, she carves an 'S' into its chest.
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[spoiler]That is a bit OP.[/spoiler]
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She spots a young man with dirty blond hair and blue eyes drawing the scene furiously.
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The artist's pen flies out of his hand and through his eyeball, straight into his brain. Shadow expands the air within his mouth so that the skull is blown apart. "Fatality."
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Time rewinds due to me not letting you just instakill my main, and the artist glares furiously at shadow.
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Time remains Shadow's bitch, and ignores the attempt to revive the weakling.
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Suitably annoyed, the writer renders this noncanon and leaves.
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[u]A soft voice carries on the wind....[/u] ~pussy~
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[u]An equally soft voice carries back[/u] ~no u~
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HUZZAH!
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The newly-resurrected writer plunges their knife into The Arbiter's back, dragging it upwards through flesh until it reaches a shoulder plate. With a heave, they pick up the being and slam it down into the immaterial ground, pulling out the knife. Leaving the bleeding Covenant behind them, the writer cackles as they vanish into smoke.