2015-11-26 06:46:48
No. 25552804
>Shut up and just finish Safeword, Olibird.
No. You want content or not?
”Alright, so you’re sure this will work?”
>You stare at the object in your hands, supposedly the key to your freedom after all these centuries.
>The translucent draconequus shrugs as he floats before you, “I’m as sure as I am of anything, Anon.”
>In other words, not very.
>”You promised us the key to our escape, Discord! This is...this is a mere toy!” the ancient centaur on your right spits out.
>Poor Tirek.
>You both discovered that immortality is one of the few ‘perks’ that comes with being banished to Tartarus-to ensure your eternal torment isn’t cut short-but at least you have your youth.
>Your best friend here showed up as an old man, and that was how he stayed.
“He’s got a point, Discord. You could have made us a rocket launcher, or a flaming holy sword, or something. This is just...sad.”
>”We’ve been over this, that there wasn’t a whole lot I could do to affect this place while the SISTERS were still around. You’re lucky I managed to create THAT!”
>You and Tirek both make a face as the projection of your other best friend brings up the ones who quite literally sent you three to hell.
>The fun thing is, best as you can remember, Discord was the only one of your trio who ever actually DID anything worthy of an eternity of torture.