my glorbian freenark screams loud as fuuuuuck
Much better. NOW you can finally get out of here. The world ain't ready for YOU.
With introductions out of the way, what will you do?
==> GLAYCO: BREACH THE WATER AND JUMP THROUGH A HOOP LIKE AN ORCALUSUS AT TROLL SEAWORLD
... You're not going to fucking do that. That's stupid. Why the hell would you do that? Instead, you're going to equip your GAUNTLETKIND STRIFE SPECIBUS.
You're also proficient in HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT, AS WELL AS IN MANY MELEE WEAPONS. This was taught to you by YOUR ANCESTOR, THE VANGUARD. Once upon a time, you wished to be JUST LIKE HIM. AN ELITE RUFFIANNIHILATOR. You know for a fact that he's seething at what you've used his teachings for.
ILLEGAL LITERATURE COLLECTION has always been an interest of yours. What is the Empire so scared of!? Besides that, you used to be a pretty AVID GAMER. MONSTER COLLECTORS, HERO-SHOOTERS and PLATFORMERS were always your particular brand. Alongside the occasional RPG.
Apart from that, you've felt the urge to once again indulge in your INTERESTS, which have gone on the backburner since you've taken on your RESPONSIBILITIES.
What kind of interests does a COOL DUDE like you have?
==> ENTER NAME:
Your name is GLAYCO NAUTLI. Today is NOTHING SPECIAL, apart from the anniversary of when you officially became THE OUTCASTE. What exactly that means is your business and yours alone.
Your name is GLAYCO NAUTLI. And you have the feeling today is going to be a long fuckin' day.
==> BE GLAYCO:
What kind of stupid fucking thought is that? You can't "be" Glayco, because you already ARE Glayco!
==> YEARS IN THE PAST, BUT NOT MANY.
Alright, that's more reasonable. Let's get this shitshow on the road.
. . . . .
> Usually, you'd be perceptive enough to notice John's missing arm.. you've grown accustomed to seeing him with only one, however.
> Additionally, you're also more focused on your own unimportant mental shit to think about it.
> What happened there. What happened there? Can you even remember? Do you want to?
... I killed everyone. and those I didn't kill lost everything anyway. Some fuckin' leader I was.
> Of course, that's an oversimplification of what actually occurred..
It was a horrible mess that hurt everything it touched, but it was still my horrible mess to deal with. I don't even know what to do with my life anymore, man. Everything is so... stagnant.
> For a moment, you ponder. an uncharacteristic gleam of.. longing present in your eyes.
.. Nah, nevermind. You wouldn't be able to take me there anyways.
I–..
> You look at John, defeated.
I've been trying so hard, you know? I miss home. even if it fucking sucked. It was still HOME.
How.. far can your retcon powers go? Like, are you limited to just your timeline(s), or can you effect others? Is pre-game out of the question?
Ha Ha. Yeah, I guess it is, huh? My b, my b.
> You brush a strand of hair out of your face. Notably, you're missing your iconic candy red gazers.
I guess it's kind of serious? Or rather, it could lead to something serious. Really, I just had an inquiry.
[ Bwwaaap sfx. You use your connection to Void in order to arrive at the exact location of @rxngwraith.bsky.social. ]
Hey, bud. Can we talk?
Unfortunately this means a variation of myself from Beforus has made himself known. It's Bad. I try not to think about it.
Update: I have successfully reintergrated myself into Paradox Space. Ya boy is back. For realio this time. B]
Repost if you'd lowk crack John Noir. or if you really like elongated miniature barkbeasts.
Repost if you'd lowk crack John Noir. or if you really like elongated miniature barkbeasts.
K-Kyaa–..! John-kun, you startled me..!
Just kidding LMAO I'm about to become a gluttonous beast see ya
I could fuck up some sushi right now.
I'm sure you are!
I don't think you know what a fumble looks like
Don't be so sure about that
you're the only one who can calm me bro.... your beautiful blue eyes ease my soul.......
Hah... who else but Glayco? Who else but me would get stuck there, in an endless battle, causing endless paradoxes.
