Where would you live in Arcanum

*comes back from the dead*
Well, for your information I did take an overdose. Now leave me dead and alone.
*dies*

"give me attention! Waaah!"

 

A cadaver asking for attention is LESS likely to get it from me than a real person.

*Disintegrates Wolfsbane*

....Whoops.

*laughs*

 

Thank's god someone desintegrated him!
Really hate dead talkers!

 

Now he's going to be a talking dust bunny, which is at least slightly less powerful than a talking vorpal one.

 

Hey! Wassat yer sayin'? Choo gotta say 'bout bunnies?!

*this bunny growls*

 

You heard me. Dust bunnies aren't as powerful as vorpal ones.

 

But why would he be a bunny? I can be a vorpal one,* do I get to fight him?

*This is my other job, actually.

 

He'ld only qualify under certain technicalities involved in the disintegration spell.

EDIT: And yes, of course you get to.

 

*brings my atoms back in place again*
Jeez, I thought I was going to die!
*sucks the soul out of Quincy, and burns his corpse*

Ahh, that felt good. Now, where were we?

 

So you got one of my souls...I don't care I've got 500 more. You got enough mana for that punk because I'll-

Sonofagun! Tickling Feather Attack!

*Transforms into Killer Ice-Otter and burrows into the flow.*

 

*dodges the feather and burns it too*
Jeez, I didn't expect that. A... feather...
*disintegrates the otter and feels happy about myself*

 

*wonders when exactly all this emote shit started*

 

*Wonder the same, but doesn't really care since it's quite fun*
And here's for you, Blinky!
*Throws Blinky steel claws to better protect himself*

 

Bears don't need steel claws - they're already juggernauts (I think I spelled that wrong), and Wolfie - when are you going to realize that you can't kill Ice-Otters by conventional means? Think outside the "Disintegrate Trumps All" box.

 

NoThereIsNoBox *Disentegrate*

(Wow, I've just set myself up to say something corny... ooo how bout' "There is only a Box... of Fox!!)

 

*spontaneously combusts because of the sheer stupidity of some of the HOL members*

 

*uses steel claws to roast marshmellows on Vyenna's combusting ashes without burning my paws anymore*

 

There is nothing outside that box, dear Quincy. Anything and everything can be fixed with a simple disintegrate.
And, uh, Blinky... That's not why you got those steel claws, but you may, er, use them as you like. Yes.
Good boy.
*pets the bear and watches the remains of Vyenna now being used as a firepit for marshmellows.

I wanna have some, too!
*brings out my own pair of steel claws and picks out a package of them marshies*

 

Ooooo, how about we play a game called "NO!"