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Their Stories
"Hey young man. This is not the closest way to the Bulgewater County. You better choose the west road of the Wisteria Crossroad."
"Oh look at this thick skin. Everybody's waiting for their turn and now you want to get buried in such nice place far far away?
Hey, you better go to my grave plot. It's much closer and so beautifu..."
"I heard your goddamned hometown story for hundreds of times that my ossicles almost worn out, ma'am.
Why don't we just shut up for this painful journey? You can have some talks with the devils after burial."
"Your sister's pelvis was so huge that even three baby skulls could go through the hole."
"That bastard is talking shit again. I heard he was mental and still barking like a dog even after brain fluid dried out."
"My jaw! Where is my jaw! I can't eat without my jaw!"
"His jaw was gone sucking dragon dick."
"This rude boy is ignoring me again! I told you Bulgewater County is not this way..."
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They Talk Too Much
"I told you not to go this way."
"Hey lad. Your fighting stance is awkward as hell."
"Your mama's tit was so huge that her ribs were bent."
"He's so nice as always. Drop me off here."
"We're dead! We're all dead. All because of that stupid gravekeeper!"
"Where is my jaw?"
"When I was young, I found no monsters as ugly as this one."
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They Still Talk
"Amazing, lad! Transforming our remains into spirit form, what a magic!"
"If I didn't know you, i would have thought that you were trying to kill us all! I know this sort of sorcery, and they use this spell to destroy the undeads."
"Your mama's spine is so bent that you can use it in math class as protractor."
"Good to be together as always. It's hard to find nice lad like this fellow these days."
"Where is my jaw? I can't find my jaw!"
"Huh! You call this a magic! Back in my days..."
"Hey young man, do you even hear me?"
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Take Them Please
"Mortal. I ask you to yield one of those heads."
"I can't."
"You cherish life of the deads more than yours? How touching."
"No really. I can't."
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Put Your Hand on My Shoulder
"Knock it off you bloody dotard."
"Haha! We heard you talking back to our word! Today's a special day!"
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The Protectors
I hear dead people.
And they never fxxking shut up.
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Dead Men Tell A Lot of Tales
"That's a mighty fine necromancy, summoning the dead severed arm!"
"And he didn't raise us from dead with such skill."
"Where is my jaw."
"If we knew he could do that we would've never apologized him."
"I mean, it's pretty absurd to blame us for dragging monster's attention by our chatter. It's monster that cut off his arm, not us."
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Manga Style Necromancy
"Fight with me."
"Wait, we never agreed that."
"I will never forget you."
"I said we never agreed that."
"SOUL CRUSHER."
"You motherf-."
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"Your Move, Old Man."
"Look at that ruddy bastard grabbing old man's head."
"Where is my jaw."
"Back in my days, even rudest of all showed respect to the elders.
Kids these days ignore the aged men and their wisdom.
Back in my days, no one would've allowed this to happen.
The kings had to get off their horse to salute me on the road."
"When yer mom rolled on the pen with the pigs."
"Where is my fxxking jaw, you bloody ruffians."
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Necro-man
Even though the sword is broken dead, I can call its soul back.
Arm is the most basic type of shield.
My revived arm will be a shield.
This is my necromancy.
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Starved Pistol of Diliworth
Starved Pistol of Diliworth.
One of the haunted relics made by infamous weapon inventor Godin Elwiv of Eldrian two centuries ago.
The soul of people who were killed by him is stored inside.
Danger Rank High. Never touch.
P.S. My dear pupil who never ever read nor listen to my words.
I leave this postscript for I thought you would've ignore that warning.
At least don't fire this pistol twice.
The chance of it taking user's soul increases geometrically on the second fire.
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Hellblade
"Old man. Sword."
"Arfwgerraworf"
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You Must Fly
"Damn, I'm terribly sorry lady.
This is what my necromancy do.
Look at my arm. Revived in strange form of my true nature.
I guess your soul looks like a fish, swimming freely in the air.
At least you can fly instead of having normal leg oh what the hell am I talking about. I'm really...
Oh... Uh... I guess you like it.
Thank you."
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One is Gone
My masters, all six of them, told me not to talk to the deads.
The deads never come back to life. That's undeniable truth. The truth that people left behind want to deny so much.
The soul of the dead leaves this world over the curtain of our realm forever.
What we call ghost is just an embodiment of remaining thought, emotion, or memory of the deads.
That's why they cannot talk normally, always want though need nothing, and stick to something obstinately.
It is difficult to remove them peacefully unless you follow certain rules and process originated from the deceased.
The deads are not the ones you knew.
Now I can understand why they taught me that over and over again.
It is obvious how I'll react to the false hallucination of my masters when they pass away.
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| Human beings fascinate me, being just the way they are! Tell me, little pony, can you push a cart or drive a car? Lyre is my instrument, but humans strum their sweet guitar It's a mystery, anthropology! Fingers, toes and tiny noses, brownish hair and tannish skin Would it be too much to ask to see the world they're living in? Everybody tells me that it's old and fake mythology It's a mystery, anthropology! Aren't you bored of brushing your coat, styling your mane with your hooves? I don't mean to butt in or gloat, but ancient history proves... Humans don't have wings or magic. They don't need it; they don't care! All they've got's imagination, new inventions everywhere! Babies, children, teens and elders, all alike have clothes to wear It's so real to me, anthropology! Albert Einstein, Cleopatra, William Shakespeare, Elton John, Michael Phelps, Barack Obama...who's to say that they're all gone? Maybe humans like us too and dress like us at Comic-Con? ;) It's so real to me, anthropology! Yeah, they've had a couple of fights, Nobody's perfect you see, Still I say I'm born with the rights to study whatever I please! I don't need to horse around now, I can stand on two legs! I would trade my magic powers for a pair of new legs! Grab your camera, come on, zoom in! 'Cause you're favorite mare's a human, ME! That is who I'll be! Anthropology! shh. | Род людской меня пленяет, равных людям просто нет! Мне ответь, малютка пони, ты смогла б водить мопед? Лира - символ мой по жизни, но гитара высший класс. О великая, Антропология! Пальцы, руки, голень, стопы, аккуратные носы. Я прошу не слишком много, хоть глазком увидеть их. Говорят, что люди - это просто мифология. О великая, антропология! Надоело все, только знай, гриву копытом чеши. Не беда, я вам докажу, что существуют они. Ни к чему им заклинанья, в крыльях тоже нет нужды, Механизмы - вот их сила, и к тому ж они мудры. Стар и млад, всем поголовно, им одежды не чужды. О, судьба моя, антропология! Достоевский, Клеопатра, Менделеев, Элтон Джон, Лев Толстой, Барак Обама. Скажешь нет их - вон пошел! Может люди любят нас, ведь ходят же на брони-кон. О, судьба моя, антропология! Перепалки есть и у них, но ведь и мы хороши. Люди мне близки и важны, хватит пустой болтовни! Не нужны мне ваши пони, я стою на двух ногах, Променяв свой рог на руки, поборов над этим страх. Человек тут пред тобою, что был лошадью простою я! То судьба моя. Антропология, Тсс! |
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