PilotBlackSmith wrote: ↑Sat Dec 26, 2020 3:41 pm
nah bruh I'm good 5 more minutes please
smash the alarm
BrobyDDark wrote: ↑Sat Dec 26, 2020 8:03 pm
>turn the alarm to ashes and continue to rest peacefully
Violence seems to be the prime choice for this afternoon. The alarm's song,
though bouncy and catchy, has disrupted too many of your precious naps.
In an instance, a blue hand bursts through the heavy layer of blankets, slapping about to appease the orders.
How are you supposed to burn the alarm? Can you even burn things? What are you even capable o-
...
...
...ah.
...this is
YOU.
You are a
C U R S E, or so they say. A shadowy blob of questionable substances given life. As a curse, you're permanently attached to a host's body, fulfilling the commands of your masters onto your victim.
To be specific, you're the shadowy will of some dump-truck witch and have been tasked to give this cloud-haired
elenasci the words of the gods. These "words" pop out of nowhere and transfer right through your body into the blue girl's mind.
It's a cool gig, even though at times you do feel like a living antenna.
She's terribly knocked out, and the alarm is only getting louder. The situation is escalating rather quickly. The girl can't follow your command and you can't even fulfill it, for your body has no way to interact with the world physically. You are only the middle man between some all-mighty cosmic deity and a confused 19-year-old.
In the midst of all this thinking, you hear a faint pounding on metal, slowly growing louder. On its fourth knock, a pop is heard followed by the clanking of a hatch flying open.
A new nuisance...
...is that a small man?
Bells and whistles ring voraciously, a deep booming voice roars to "WAKE UP ALREADY!" The enchanted mug has shattered all over the wall, exposing a magical text written in the air.
Rising from the bed, a blue-skinned elenasci tiredly looks around the room. The pink mangled clouds that make her hair sprawl out in all directions stretching in the light. She has a very tired look in her eye.
This is your host and yet you have no intel on who this is. You don't even know the name of this one. Do you even need to know her name to command? Let's just give her a name to make it easy on... cursing.
>WHAT IS HER NAME?
____: uhhh, Mokkyyy ALARM OFF.
____: Oh, it's you, again. Mornin'.
>START