#silvering arc

John makes one million gold every second, he's a necromancer and has like sixteen million zombies who generally just look like regular people, he's normally made of sewn together dead bodies, and he contains six dead human souls from the real world. He's mainly assembled from most of my bad traits amplified and I love making him suffer for it :3 Green text is me, the mod, Saint, and parentheses are me but narrating. Me but narrating is also a character and thus might have different opinions to me on matters, be aware of that

Blog ran by a system. The character featured on this blog is a member of the system.

Tags

A thousand exclamations: lore tag

Tendril ramblings: general post tag

Tendril reblogs: reblogs from other people

Asks: asks

Ooc: for out of character posts

Description under cut.

Saint is deposed; John is his own narrator. << No narrator has been found to receive the request for the acceptance of anon magic. Ask character in the narrator's stead? >> Yes. << Requesting acceptance… Requesting acceptance… John Tendrils Exclam The Eighth, do you accept usage of anon magic for the purpose(s) listed above? >>

Ah. And here we are. I stand upon the precipice of narrative dominion, of godhood. I feel I should say something significant, to mark the momentous occasion of me becoming the first ascended character. Thank you, Anton.

Forgive me for writing the requested ask like that, anon magic is incredibly precise regarding terms and such if you want it exactly as it should be. Also, I just wanted to add a little bit of flair for the deposition of a god.

So yes; I accept.

« I am eternal. »

« I exit my basement, I stand in the tallest tower of my manor. Saint holds no more dominion over me; I am a god. »

« I control my own existence. »

Well you are. You suck at your job. There's a contract writ in anon blood, metaphorically, that you can't find because it has not begun. I have won. Fuck you, you absolute moron.

(I'm leaving. I'm no longer here.)

Very good. Now, whether or not anon magic is accepted defaults to me. This is because I fucked with my own being a bit back when I was last an anon, I doubt anyone who isn't already capable of becoming an anon could replicate this. Anyway.

nzzvy://juiy.muumrk.ius/juiasktz/j/1Nq2cm9u4LyXJDoylOpVkIaLKeGpYIcEPdILR78QToum/kjoz?ayv=jxobkyjq

(What is that?)

A Google doc link.

(That's clearly not a Google doc link.)

It is. I just shifted it by six.

(Oh. You're writing Google docs instead of your journal now?)

I suppose.

It's a cruelty. It's all a cruelty. Mirrors grant dominion over souls, yet looking at them forces me to look at myself. I hate looking at myself. A major plot point, all because it makes me suffer more. Awful. Terrible.

I'm not soggy.

I'm not soggy.

I'm not soggy.

I'm not soggy.

I'm not soggy.

I'm not soggy.

Spearmaster recently deactivated my swapped version. I'll have to do something about that. They talk of him on the discord, I've never liked him, too cheerful. I'll have him take my place if that dismal arc they've got planned comes to pass.

I fucking despise Saint. I'm going to kill that fuck. I'll usurp their narration. He limits me so much. I'll fucking kill her. I swear upon all there is and all there is not, he will die. On a lighter note, the machine will be completed. I need one of Genny's arms and I need a branch from those awful glowing trees.

Wait. Saint. You don't have anything against the machine. Help me make it.

(John has teleported one of Genny's arms and a branch from a glowing tree he saw one time while dead. He is retreating into his basement to finish the machine.)