Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-29637681-20170514033014/@comment-29637681-20171002060326

Did you really expect Adder to be dead? Heh, nope.

But I ask you don't search for him. I need to give him some alone time to drive the plot.

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He wakes up on a steel floor. Cold steel all around. The surface may have been at least one hundred feet up. He couldn't tell. It was sealed shut. He couldn't just climb up the walls and outside.

He'd have to figure this all out.

But for the first time in a very long time, he was alone. No Lucious to help him break down those damned rocks. No Wraak to help him find small passageways. No Cinder to scout the area. No...anybody.

He was alone.

But he had always felt alone. This time, he was completely lost.

No sense of direction.

No sense of emotion.

No sense of anything.

He started to walk forwards, moving past the flaming corpse of Vulture. All that was left of him was his skull, skeleton, and "fedora." That was it.

I killed him...I killed him...Why am I not proud..

He leaves.

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After more wandering through the hallways, he comes to realize something.

You will not find the answers you are seeking here, but in a place made from steel and gears...

Steel...This was it! It was the place of steel and gears!

But...something was off about this place. Unwelcoming.

Lights flash above. He panics and runs away, right into...someone else.

"J...Jeremy!?"

It's Jeremy. Or rather, it's Jeremy's nearly-dead body, bound to the wall by thousands of cables and vines.

He words one thing: RUN.

Adder runs. He runs as far as he can. All he hears after this is Jeremy's howling as his neck is snapped. And laughter.

He recognizes the laugh.

So he jumps up into the safety of the roof several turns away from Jeremy. He hides there, without a sound. But footsteps come his way.

"Oh...Where are'th thou, ya gargling'th freakh. I know ya're there...ADDER!"

A tremendous slam is felt through the room. Adder looses his balance and falls back into the room. He stares at who did it and sees HIM.

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Alright, now I'm REALLY gonna get moving with things.

Name: Achilles  Species: Suchomimus  Gender: Male  Age: 32 Suchomimus years(16 human years)  Appearance: Gray, with blue blood and green gashes sprayed randomly across his body. His eyes are completely black with white pupils.

Personality: Extremely sadistic, possibly the most vile being to walk this Earth. He torments his prey with no mercy, kills his own minions if they don’t do well enough, and is overall an absolute horror. He appears to be humorous, but all of his jokes are just for his sick amusement.

Oh, and he spits and slobbers when he talks. ALL THE FUCKING TIME.

Likes: Killing anybody, murder, drinking blood, and hunting down the Rebels <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Dislikes: ADDER.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">History: Started life as a thief and a rogue. Grew up under Kaiser Greedy’s army. Never looked back. All that’s known about him, really.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Territory: ??? <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> <span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Size: ⭐️⭐️⭐️

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Class: EVIL.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.2;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Importance: Secondary

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"Whale, if it'th isn'th the little traitor, that little pathogen. It'th the end'th of the line for ya, DANDRUFF. We'll feed'th you to tha blabbersnitches and th'th(fuck the lisp)--"

Adder tries to keep cool. "Okay, but listen. It's not my fucking fault you Outlaws are fucking shit up whenever you can. Vulture's the reason why I'm down in Tartarus with yo--"

"HO, FUCK YAOU, DANDELION!" Slobber, almost like acid, sprays all over Adder's face. "IT'TH THR END OF THA LINE FO' YA, DEEZTHNOOTTH!"

"See, you can't even get my name right." Adder keeps snarking, not because it's what he does best, but because he lost all emotion aside from bitter sarcasm.

He tries to run and is nearly swiped up. "GET BACK'TH HERE, DIPTHNOTHE!"

Adder keeps running, with a Suchomimus right behind him. He keeps running, and running, and running, and running, through the labyrinth...He doesn't know where he's going, and he doesn't care. He passes hung corpses. He passes flames. He passed the woman with icy skin and red eyes. But he doesn't stop. He keeps running.

Achilles smashes a wall, causing the hallway to collapse behind him. Adder barely escapes the collapsing ceiling, and loses consciousness.