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victory_road2020-10-22 12:44 am
uber_marionettist) wrote in victory_road2020-10-22 12:44 am
TFW Possession but ur Self is huge
Hello "Trainers."
Wait. I was going to say something in this message. It is important. And I will still say it. That will happen very soon. But now I am thinking.
I am thinking. About what a weak and disgusting class that is. "Trainer." I get what it is supposed to mean. Like that these Pokemon are my shitty pupils. And I am their shitty human teacher. Who will make them do all my shitty work. So that they can be as smart and strong as me.
Which is the problem. I would never let a bunch of dumb magic things replace me. When I am so powerful. And I can do anything that needs to be done. I know that statement is true. Because I'm practically fucking omniscient. And everything I think is correct.
And I think it should be called something better. Something like. Master. Because they will obey me. And do the things I do not want to. But which I totally could. Yes. I am their Master. The Master. Of Pokemon. The Pokemon Master. I like that much more.
I'm done with that thought now. And I want to talk about a man.
He is here. In this world. He's like me. Which is to say. He is better than you.
Like his muscles. Which are so "sculpted." That they are. What you would call. "Unreal." Often I am moved to an especially revolting human emotion. By the sight of them. I like them best when they move. Beneath his skin. Which is flawless. Just like his muscles. Which are perfect. And his human "titties." Which are both "phat" and "dope." It is downright breathtaking. To watch.
If only he did not hide them. Then you would know. It is disappointing to me. They should not be a secret. All should be forced to behold the rippling muscles of this man. They should see how inferior it makes them. You know. By comparison. And also. In general. But the inferiority that they will perceive. The wretched inferiority of the muscular persuasion. Is only the beginning.
His brain. Is huge. Like his meat. They are equally gargantuan.
Wait. By "meat" I mean his muscles. Like I already men tioned. Obviously.
I'm not like you. I am not nasty. Not like you. You are contemptible. I am charming and handsome. I'm right to say this. I am always right.
But his brain. It's so full of the facts. And the science. And the philosophy. That you could not even comprehend. Because your brain is inadequate. Unlike mine. And also his. It is so tiring. I spend so much time on your shitty simple brains. I have spent so much time. Just typing this. That it's pissing me off. This place pisses me off too. I hate this place. So much. I have so much hate. It is only because of that man. That I remain calm.
You should be fucking grateful. All of you. Should thank him. Your gratitude is required. By me. It is the very least that he deserves. Don't worry. I will give him the rest of his reward. My goddamn self.
I tell you this so that you will take into consideration. Just how lucky you are.
To share this horrible place. With such a sublime speci men of masculinity.
Wait. You ask me. Do I mean him. Or do I mean. Me.
Ha ha.
It is both.
Hee hee.
Do you see. What I did there.
Hoo hoo.
I am very clever. But I am also bored. So this is over. Go away.
No really.
Fuck off.
Wait.
No. Never mind.
Go away and fuck off.
Why haven't you left yet.
I told you to leave.
I said beat it.
Shoo.
Why aren't you leaving.
[There are like 20 more lines of this.
.... he really seems to be having a hard time.]
Wait. I was going to say something in this message. It is important. And I will still say it. That will happen very soon. But now I am thinking.
I am thinking. About what a weak and disgusting class that is. "Trainer." I get what it is supposed to mean. Like that these Pokemon are my shitty pupils. And I am their shitty human teacher. Who will make them do all my shitty work. So that they can be as smart and strong as me.
Which is the problem. I would never let a bunch of dumb magic things replace me. When I am so powerful. And I can do anything that needs to be done. I know that statement is true. Because I'm practically fucking omniscient. And everything I think is correct.
And I think it should be called something better. Something like. Master. Because they will obey me. And do the things I do not want to. But which I totally could. Yes. I am their Master. The Master. Of Pokemon. The Pokemon Master. I like that much more.
I'm done with that thought now. And I want to talk about a man.
He is here. In this world. He's like me. Which is to say. He is better than you.
Like his muscles. Which are so "sculpted." That they are. What you would call. "Unreal." Often I am moved to an especially revolting human emotion. By the sight of them. I like them best when they move. Beneath his skin. Which is flawless. Just like his muscles. Which are perfect. And his human "titties." Which are both "phat" and "dope." It is downright breathtaking. To watch.
If only he did not hide them. Then you would know. It is disappointing to me. They should not be a secret. All should be forced to behold the rippling muscles of this man. They should see how inferior it makes them. You know. By comparison. And also. In general. But the inferiority that they will perceive. The wretched inferiority of the muscular persuasion. Is only the beginning.
His brain. Is huge. Like his meat. They are equally gargantuan.
Wait. By "meat" I mean his muscles. Like I already men tioned. Obviously.
I'm not like you. I am not nasty. Not like you. You are contemptible. I am charming and handsome. I'm right to say this. I am always right.
But his brain. It's so full of the facts. And the science. And the philosophy. That you could not even comprehend. Because your brain is inadequate. Unlike mine. And also his. It is so tiring. I spend so much time on your shitty simple brains. I have spent so much time. Just typing this. That it's pissing me off. This place pisses me off too. I hate this place. So much. I have so much hate. It is only because of that man. That I remain calm.
You should be fucking grateful. All of you. Should thank him. Your gratitude is required. By me. It is the very least that he deserves. Don't worry. I will give him the rest of his reward. My goddamn self.
I tell you this so that you will take into consideration. Just how lucky you are.
To share this horrible place. With such a sublime speci men of masculinity.
Wait. You ask me. Do I mean him. Or do I mean. Me.
Ha ha.
It is both.
Hee hee.
Do you see. What I did there.
Hoo hoo.
I am very clever. But I am also bored. So this is over. Go away.
No really.
Fuck off.
Wait.
No. Never mind.
Go away and fuck off.
Why haven't you left yet.
I told you to leave.
I said beat it.
Shoo.
Why aren't you leaving.
[There are like 20 more lines of this.
.... he really seems to be having a hard time.]
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Are you fucking high?
[Why is the punctuation like that? What's with the innuendo? Is he fucking talking to himself???]
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But maybe. There is a kernel of so-called "truth." In the idea. That I am "high." If by "high." You mean that I am in fact higher. Than you.
Ha ha. Hee hee hee. So high up. I am what you might call. "Divine." Yes. That would be true. Hoo hoo ha ha ha.
retcons the font color in bc terezi would've told him by now
So.
a) He's definitely fucking high.
b) Something about that phrasing makes some part of him profoundly unsettled.]
I uh...
don't do "substances"
[Incidentally, the part of Doppio that's most unsettled? You know, the part of him that isn't really, actually him? Also highly displeased by Dirk's sense of superiority, but hey.]
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Doppio is panicking. He doesn't like this either. He ponders whether to take the wheel--
No. The side seat will do for now. He "calls", he does what he can to appease Doppio, and he instructs him to ask, plain and simply:]
What are you talking about?
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Are you ever going to give me a straight answer to a question?!
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[IS THAT AN INNOCUOUS ENOUGH QUESTION, DUDE]
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No?