An accident that nearly ended with a divine being's death.

So? I don’t care. chill, yet annoying, ghostie grin

I glare I shall cleave you in twain and leave you begging for mercy you pitiful, wretched Heretic.

An accident that nearly ended with a divine being's death.

So? I don’t care. chill, yet annoying, ghostie grin

next time it better not be an accident and it better work

_{what’s going on}

i started a religion and a crusade

Omg xcan I have a sword to ade in the crucade?

I smile brightly Nothing as grand as First Commander Denny's sword, but you shall be gifted the Pincer.

Thank you mom

I nod Thou art welcome, my child.

An accident that nearly ended with a divine being's death.

So? I don’t care. chill, yet annoying, ghostie grin

next time it better not be an accident and it better work

Heretics, the both of you.

An accident that nearly ended with a divine being's death.

So? I don’t care. chill, yet annoying, ghostie grin

I glare I shall cleave you in twain and leave you begging for mercy you pitiful, wretched Heretic.

mock offense how dare you? continues sipping coffee

I understand, O Leader, but it does not make it any easier to see this poor soul's fate sealed

I nod I am saddened too, but it must be done.

Then so be it

I smile I have a special, extra gift for thee, if you so wish to recieveth it.

I very much wish to receive this gift

I nod I command thee to kneel and bow your head, raising your hands above your head, palms up and ready.

I do so

I place a divine longsword into your hands You have accepted the divine gift of the Crabsword. Weild it well.

I stand solemnly I will

I laugh delightedly Now go forth. I shall be right behind you. Slaughter the Chickens. Slaughter the pitiful ranks of the Chanclas. Destroy the armies of the Cheesecake.

I raise my newly-begotten Crabsword In the name of the Empire

An accident that nearly ended with a divine being's death.

So? I don’t care. chill, yet annoying, ghostie grin

next time it better not be an accident and it better work

Heretics, the both of you.

The only heretic here is you.

*clears throat *

bLoOdtHiRsTy sCrEeCh

An accident that nearly ended with a divine being's death.

So? I don’t care. chill, yet annoying, ghostie grin

I glare I shall cleave you in twain and leave you begging for mercy you pitiful, wretched Heretic.

mock offense how dare you? continues sipping coffee

No, how dare thee? You nearly destroyed me, and have the nerve to calleth it an "accident?" You are a Heretic, Ghostie.

I raise my newly-begotten Crabsword In the name of the Empire

What is this, Star Wars?

An accident that nearly ended with a divine being's death.

So? I don’t care. chill, yet annoying, ghostie grin

next time it better not be an accident and it better work

Heretics, the both of you.

The only heretic here is you.

Nay. Thou art the Heretic, for you deign to look down upon me and mine and sayeth to yourself, "They art lowly, wtetched creatures."

I raise my newly-begotten Crabsword In the name of the Empire

What is this, Star Wars?

Hopefully

I raise my newly-begotten Crabsword In the name of the Empire

In the name of the Empire and our Glorious Elder Crab!

An accident that nearly ended with a divine being's death.

So? I don’t care. chill, yet annoying, ghostie grin

I glare I shall cleave you in twain and leave you begging for mercy you pitiful, wretched Heretic.

mock offense how dare you? continues sipping coffee

No, how dare thee? You nearly destroyed me, and have the nerve to calleth it an "accident?" You are a Heretic, Ghostie.

wheeze so now we’re speaking Ye Olde English? stabs the ground with my sword and leans against it casually

I love how I leave for a few minutes and the subject has changed drastically every single time I get back

An accident that nearly ended with a divine being's death.

So? I don’t care. chill, yet annoying, ghostie grin

I glare I shall cleave you in twain and leave you begging for mercy you pitiful, wretched Heretic.

mock offense how dare you? continues sipping coffee

No, how dare thee? You nearly destroyed me, and have the nerve to calleth it an "accident?" You are a Heretic, Ghostie.

wheeze so now we’re speaking Ye Olde English? stabs the ground with my sword and leans against it casually

I glare Nay, it is the resurgence of Olde Crab.

An accident that nearly ended with a divine being's death.

So? I don’t care. chill, yet annoying, ghostie grin

next time it better not be an accident and it better work

Heretics, the both of you.

The only heretic here is you.

Nay. Thou art the Heretic, for you deign to look down upon me and mine and sayeth to yourself, "They art lowly, wtetched creatures."

wtetched

I love how I leave for a few minutes and the subject has changed drastically every single time I get back

The subject hath remained the same: the debate of mine Empire and the validity of being called a Heretic.

Hey Liz, remind me what team you’re on?
I have to write it down so I don’t lose track rip

I raise my newly-begotten Crabsword In the name of the Empire

In the name of the Empire and our Glorious Elder Crab!

May the Elder Crab prosper forever!

An accident that nearly ended with a divine being's death.

So? I don’t care. chill, yet annoying, ghostie grin

next time it better not be an accident and it better work

Heretics, the both of you.

The only heretic here is you.

Nay. Thou art the Heretic, for you deign to look down upon me and mine and sayeth to yourself, "They art lowly, wtetched creatures."

wtetched

Shuteth thy mouth, scoundrel.

An accident that nearly ended with a divine being's death.

So? I don’t care. chill, yet annoying, ghostie grin

I glare I shall cleave you in twain and leave you begging for mercy you pitiful, wretched Heretic.

mock offense how dare you? continues sipping coffee

No, how dare thee? You nearly destroyed me, and have the nerve to calleth it an "accident?" You are a Heretic, Ghostie.

wheeze so now we’re speaking Ye Olde English? stabs the ground with my sword and leans against it casually

I glare Nay, it is the resurgence of Olde Crab.

I grin with clear disrespect for Gemma I see. Anyway, who wants coffee? I raise my coffee cup, looking at everyone else

Hey Liz, remind me what team you’re on?
I have to write it down so I don’t lose track rip

Chancla 🩴

An accident that nearly ended with a divine being's death.

So? I don’t care. chill, yet annoying, ghostie grin

I glare I shall cleave you in twain and leave you begging for mercy you pitiful, wretched Heretic.

mock offense how dare you? continues sipping coffee

No, how dare thee? You nearly destroyed me, and have the nerve to calleth it an "accident?" You are a Heretic, Ghostie.

wheeze so now we’re speaking Ye Olde English? stabs the ground with my sword and leans against it casually

I glare Nay, it is the resurgence of Olde Crab.

I grin with clear disrespect for Gemma I see. Anyway, who wants coffee? I raise my coffee cup, looking at everyone else

I raise my hand I do!