HEY.
HEY.
THE FUCK IS THIS? THE FUCK WAS ALL THAT?
WHAT IS ALL THIS BULLSHIT ABOUT HOUSES. AND GODS. AND OTHER BORING BULLSHIT. WHO CARES?
THAT BITCH PRATTLED ON. FOR SO LONG. I THOUGHT I WOULD DIE. OF BOREDOM. SO I STOPPED LISTENING AFTER A WHILE.
HEY. HEY.
HEY!!
I WANT ANSWERS.
DON'T THINK I WON'T KEEP DOING THIS. UNTIL YOU GIVE THEM TO ME. GUY BEHIND THE COMPUTER.
NOT THAT THIS IS A COMPUTER. IT'S MORE LIKE A SHITTY BRACELET.
BUT WHO CARES I KNOW YOU ARE OUT THERE.
I AM HOLDING YOU AT RANSOM. UNTIL YOU ANSWER ME. I WILL KEEP THIS UP UNTIL YOU DO.
ALSO. BEFORE I FORGET. WHERE ARE MY GIANT OGRES?
I SWEAR IF YOU DID ANYTHING TO MY OGRES. I WILL KILL YOU.
......
CAN I AT LEAST HAVE MAROON-STRIPE HAT BACK?
I SERIOUSLY JUST GOT HIM AND I MISS HIM ALREADY.
WHAT A PAL.
HE LET ME RIDE ON HIS SHOULDER. AND PUNCHED SOME WEIRD HUMAN SO HARD. HE RIPPED A HOLE IN THE UNIVERSE.
IT WAS GREAT.
MAROON-STRIPE? WHERE ARE YOU??
DAMMIT SOMEONE ANSWER ME!!!
I AM NOT SHUTTING UP UNTIL YOU DO.

[Don't tempt him, he is more than willing to be the biggest petulant brat in all of the universes until he gets his way.]

[ooc: An opt out post if anyone decides that they really REALLY don't want me to tag them with Caliborn. It won't get better from here folks.]

So it is true. Calenders and watches are completely useless -- as it stands that is common knowledge in this world. Curious, isn't it? Is it on purpose we are not allowed to tell time? Even the days almost seem to blur together. What other reason would time and seasons not exist?

[Equius looks feverish as he polishes off the last of a yellow potion. He's noticed something very recently, that some of his creations seem easier to create. Downing it, he settles himself up as the screen flickers to life and begins sketching at something with an almost desperate look in his eyes. Sweat drips down his forehead, and he motions once for the audience to bear with him.

It's a minute or two, and he looks exhausted, stamina potion or no, when he is done. But in seconds, something hideous is sitting in his lap. The large, clawed, scaled and black creature lazily looks up and hissex with its fanged maw at the screen and Equius laughs in triumph.]

It works! My alchemization has achieved proper levels of potency! I... look at this! This is superb! I must continue to strive and build my stamina up. There are preparations to make!

[He is positively beaming. People... should probably be a little nervous. Equius had apparently reached the third tier of power.]