The Writer

Hello everyone, I'm a writer as you know, so I'd like to share my characters and stuff with you all!

Just know that I am a minor, so no weird stuff! Well I can't really tell that to myself lol.

"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU MONSTER!" The yell was heard, but never answered. The monster killed the robloxian with the firebrand, burning them alive into ash. It looked down at the pile of ash, gripping the sword ever so tighter. "Hey CoolJay!" Another voice? It was CoolJay's friend, Mr.Doe. his corruption spread ever faster as he walked to CoolJay, having a big smile on his face. "How ya doing buddy? Doing ok with that sword you got there? Seems it's gotten stronger!" He chuckled, his corrupted arm, used to be large spike, now it's just a simple normal corrupted hand. CoolJay's eyes wandered off somewhere else, he was bothered by that statement, why did people call him a monster? Isn't this all just some game? A game of tag with extra rules? He snapped out of the trance, looking over to the now gone Mr.Doe, ugh seems like he went to go and kill once more. CoolJay thought for one moment, should he go tag more people? Killing them? Looking at the timer it read...

Ten minutes remaining, get as many kills as you can!

One step and CoolJay began to make his rounds to kill. One kill after another, he kept getting that same damn statement. "YOUR A MONSTER!" The more said about him, the more aggravated he got. "Haha Monster! Yeah right... I'm just some red devil imp! Not a huge monster!" CoolJay lied to himself, the round coming to a quick and smooth end. Given the rankings, CoolJay was lower than usual. Only about forty-five kills... Not enough.

CoolJay, happy to get home, closed his eyes, not even saying hi back to Mr.Doe, just going to get some sleep. Maybe that would help his overthinking, but that was another lie.

Holding his fathers hand, they traveled along the path. CoolJay was happy, playfully smiling with glee, 007n7 was cautious, holding CoolJay's hand tightly.

"Where are we going dad? It better be that pizza place again! It was so fun to blow it up!" A gleeful statement in CoolJay's eyes.

"We're going somewhere that doesn't involve your kind... We can definitely blow up that pizza place again...! All for you my sweet child..!"

The Pizza place... Burnt to ash. CoolJay and his cult gang went outta of there way to kill the manager to, putting his head on a pike.

"The truth... Let me find out the truth Spectator.. Why the hell am I LIKE THIS!?" The Spectator looked behind to see the one and only CoolJay at their office. "A very hard question to answer CoolJay... I think you'd have to ask your father." "SHUT UP! YOU DON'T GET TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT MY FATHER-" A grab, a crunch, then a throw out the door... CoolJay's arm was snapped in half, twisted in ways that he even looked scared when looking at it.

The hug of a father in the next round, the 1st place winner is... Cooljay.

"W-... Why are you doing this!? Trying to kill us in the realm!? Your a monster-" "Shhh, you don't have to repeat that part a billion of times Haha!

"Truth is..."

"It's just a Demons nature."

"My nature."

A slice of his sword and that altered robloxians head slid clean off their neck, a small smile formed upon CoolJay's face, then a full blown crazed smile. One that can still haunt altered robloxians to this very day.

This is my first time with Tumblr, so I need some advice on how to use it correctly, especially for role-playing, gotta learn that to.

If anyone has any tips to give me about tumbler, please say something, I'm begging so I'm not uncultured (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

||"What? Don't like the view I made you? Maybe you should turn that frown upside-down." *Souli... The cults so called 'God'. Alticarde felt a deep pain in his chest, tossing the cigarette box off the balcony. Jowers was gone... His cultists were gone... What the hell else was he going to do? Alticarde looked over to Souli with a look of no emotion, he seemed like he had gone through too much again* "I'm not going to talk about it Souli... Don't you fucking understand a person's feelings? My wife is dead..." "So? What does that have to do with anything? In fact! That makes things even better!" *Alticarde was surprised and not surprised at the same time... He fucking knew Souli was going to say something, he just KNEW...*||

||"What's wrong Alti? What's with the long face?" *Souli teleported right behind Alticarde, hand right on his shoulder, with just one touch... A weird feeling tackled Alticarde. What was this feeling? What did Souli do this time?* "Get off me... *Now*" *Souli just smirked, letting go. Teleporting to the doorway once more*||

||"You may be wondering on why I do this to you Alti... It's simple, I always hated you. For having such a great *life*, while I grasp for scraps, you go ahead and actually get a job, do things you want to do." *Alticarde was not expecting this, he had a terrible life, what the HELL WAS SOULI EVER TALKING ABOUT-* "Just... *Shut up* already..."||

||*SLASH*||

||*Alticarde's throat was almost cut open by one of Souli's voidstars, he held his throat with his hand. Struggling to breath* "Oh don't worry Alti! You'll *heal*. Survive for me, and I'll give you something you'll truly *adore*."||

||*Alticarde kept trying to breath, holding his throat. The beating sunrise, how ironic... He looked up at the sun, his wound slowly beginning to heal and reform, he grabbed a scarf. Forever holding it to him closely...*||

||*That was his wife's scarf... A memento... A memory to hold on for as much time he could bear* "I'm sorry... I'm sorry I couldn't help you... Souli will bring you back I'm sure of it..."||

||*Souli never brought Jowers back from the dead. Alticarde continues to hold this scarf to this very day, his scarf and hers. He shall hold them close, but those cracks in his skin might form soon... Those white cracks, who knows how long he'll make it for. He sealed his resolve and continued to move on in life, wearing a robe to hide any weakness, to hide anything that would make him look WEAK*||

||*After all... It's foolish to disappoint your god*||

*BOOM*

*A large explosion could be heard in the battlefield, Bashers squad sat silent, terrified of what's to come*

"What do we do Vash...? They're surrounding us with bombs and soldiers... I'm scared man...!" *Vash.. Or well Basher was the leader of this squad, but his squad member was right, what were they going to do in this situation?*

"VASH WATCH OUT-"

*BANG*

||*A loud yell could be heard, Vash layed on the ground... Bleeding out from the explosion. At the edges of the battlefield, he saw his mother. When he tried to get up, another shot could be heard... He was shot in the leg, he looked behind him*||

||*No... No no no no No! Vash said in his mind... His squad was dead. Many dismembered from the explosion, poor boy seeing his only true friends... Massacred like lamb. He looked forward, seeing his mother in the smoke from the explosions, he kept walking, and walking, and walking... And walking until...*||

*Bang*

*Basher woke up in a cold sweat, "ah... It was that dream again", he said in his mind. He sat up from his bed, looking around in his lab chamber... The two Necrobloxicans still sitting there... Calling to him like his mother...*||

"Go back to sleep *experiment*." *The scientist said... And with a shock, Vash fell unconscious yet again* "We now start the process of adding these Necrobloxicans... And then we add the vapor module. This project is bound to be one of my finest works..."

*Alarms... Bloodshed, a machete stained in blood, his mother calling. With each step those Necrobloxicans glow... And the vapor grows ever bigger. Vash is gone... Only Basher stands now.*