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Magnus Amour-Propre walked through the terminal; all the serfs there knew him. He was an iron-fisted fresh to the fight man! A wrenching, gritty, cruel, vicious old solider; grim was his mantle and his heart full of fire. He feared no man. His leather coat was lined with Kevlar7, and he wore a slinged blaster at his side. There was only one thing in the world he feared; his mommy. She disapproved of him cosplaying in public and if she found out about this sortie, she’d spank his butt.
@whknott
It's been a year since #JohnMastodon was last seen in this realm. He's been fighting against the forces of darkness (you know which ones). His is a just and noble cause, and he's winning, even if no one seem to notice. Most of his enemies become allies after their defeat. The Spirit of Hate, right behind him, tried to kill John, but now he's his most loyal bodyguard and friend. He's here to aid him in getting the best discounts in his favorite leather clothing store… #WritingPrompt
@whknott Walking through the Arkham County mall, Blackwood was burning for revenge. The holiday shoppers, oh, those servants of the system, those lackeys... they didn't know, they didn't FEEL it. Only he knew the Khurgarak. That otherworldly being, so hallowed, so infinitely wise. They tricked it, captured it, hang it above their mall as a decoration. An elder god! As a trinket! But he was to going to release it, now, just in time for Christmas. Those imbeciles would soon get what they deserve.
"Dickens had an agenda. I'm an accurate amalgamation of all the ways you crazy people and your crazy ancestors have observed Christmas."
"Are the other two like you?"
"I'm soloing tonight. We're going on a whirlwind tour of Christmas through the ages so you realize just how good you have it watching tykes get $50 Santa pics in the Mall Food Court."
"But..."
"Buckle up, kiddo. First stop: Ancient Rome." #MicroFiction
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