finally a good image of how the shading of Jethryn’s face ought to look
that is the only selfMOC of the bunch I consistently praise of course Jethryn sits as close to him as possible
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gunk gunk gunk gunk gunk
ok so nekidax when
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ok so read book when
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i saw spanish that means gunk
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read BoD
no version of you is spanish in this
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Chapter 4
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“There was a bold rider, on a bold-blooded steed,”
“Had a face like the reaper, a heart full of misdeeds.”
“He was ruthless and cruel, scored a hun’ed score heads,”
“And the town of La Tumba would be better off dead.”
The silent figure observed his guide’s strange tune as they marched further into the wasteland.
“He was sickly and rotted, so he’d fight and he’d run,”
“Til’ there weren’t no more bullets in his six-shooter gun,”
“And the whole world was awatchin’ and awaitin’ in fear,”
“Prayin’ hard that the death of Diero’d be near.”
“Thas’s camp.” The guide stuck his cigar in the direction of an abandoned mine, spiraling down into the earth. “'im and 'is boys are ‘oled up in thad’ere mine huntin’ for some strange metal they done melted 'n poured right on their skin, says it gives’m immortalentry.”
“How do I know which of the hide-whippers is Diero?” The silent figure spoke, his face concealed by a combination of bandana and cloak drawn over his head, topped off with a curled-brim hat. The ruddy guide tapped on his cheekbone with the ashy end of his cigar. "Diero, he up’n poured the metal on 'is own face. "
Seven shots fired in quick succession, and the guide dropped to the ground. The silent figure barely flinched at the act, not looking up from the body until the still-hot ring of steel where the bullet exited was pressed against his temple. His eyes traveled to the hand that held it, which shimmered in what light shone through the sandy wind.
“Boss heard you’s acomin’.” The man with the gun replied, two others flanking him. “Git down there b’fore he come up’n git you.”
One of the men pushed the silent figure forwards, while another pulled the bandana up and over his eyes. He could feel his revolvers being pulled from their holsters and the path beneath his feet growing steep as he was lead deeper and deeper into the hole where this fiend, this ruthless monster dwelled. It was imperative to prevent thoughts of a shining knight entering the lair of a vile dragon from swaying the severity of this task.
After all, this man had come to die, and take the devil with him.
The blindfold was removed, much to the apparent horror of all of those present in the candle-lit room, with a rudimentary stone chair formed into one of the walls. On it, and surrounded by his loyal troop, his arms folded in stone-like indifference, was the skull-faced Diero, his nose having been hacked off years ago, and all visible skin on his head coated in the strange, silvery metal. He smiled cruelly at what mortified all his followers, his arms suddenly moving faster than the eye could follow, firing two bullets from his revolvers which both bounced ineffectively off their target, shooting in opposite directions across the room.
Their target, the silent man, grinned a sickening grin, which enhanced his rounded cheekbones and impossibly sunken cheeks, his glowing eyes sunken in ghastly hollows, and two additional eyes sunken into the side of his skull and jaw, strange veins traveling under his skin from the latter of the extra pair into some unseen opening to the inside of his skull. He had no nose, and his teeth, which were yellowed and coarse, bore the smoky circles of impact from the two projectiles, and he licked the marks off them with a chuckle.
“Alright,” Diero reclined, holstering his revolvers. “Ten seconds you’ve earned.”
In response, the stranger reached into his mouth and pulled something out - a cube of some kind of material with a metallic appearance. Walking to the white-hot forge where this mysterious metal was being smelted, he dropped the object in, and turned to meet a bullet from the smoking barrel of Diero’s gun. It entered his mouth, and the silent figure sputtered and gasped, falling backwards and clawing the air in a futile attempt to apparently dislodge the bullet from his windpipe before silently choking out.
“They’re sending the special ones.” Diero hissed, looming over the unmoving messenger. “Triple the heat; the sooner our bodies are merged, the sooner we will be invincible.”
The two escorts dragged the limp body of the silent figure out of that domain and well into the desert, to a silent and gloomy plain where dozens of graves rested. Some had already been dug in anticipation of occupants to fill them, and into one of these the stranger was about to be dumped, when-
The ear-splitting roar was only slightly preceded by an impossibly mighty flash, which shown clear through the bodies of the two men. Knocked off their feet by the resulting shockwave, they looked back in the utmost horror at the flaming cloud which rose up out of the desert. The view was interrupted by a sharp kick to the jaw for one and a kick straight through the neck of the other, the former hardly having time to find his gun before the stranger lifted him into the air.
“Who… are you?” He gasped, his throat clutched in the ivory grip of this loner.
The stranger smiled insidiously. “McGick, friend.” His jaw unhinged, the poor man getting a good look at the bullet smashed between his jaws and pressed into his molar before the world went dark.
From then on, Diero and his mad gang were never heard of again. The only thing ever found at the blast site, where the skin crawled with pain from the sizzling air, was a silver arrowhead the fiend had worn around his neck, and which was now embedded in the center of the crater as if to mark the spot the gang had fallen. It was taken by the stranger, and worn as a trophy, until much time later he was asked to take a very distant journey.
But with the promise it wouldn’t be long.
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Yooooo…
I always love Book of _____ art.
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Nah this isn’t really anyone in particular
Nah that’s GoodGuy2006. And you’re BadGuy2006 for not reading the bloody book
I had this lingering feeling that I had forgotten to include someone really important-
Uhh I mean yeah, you totally guessed that right, it was my big brain intention all along
You forgot to mention the army of Ghid Dreamer statists copied and pasted in the background, Good Guy trying to steal the 
from the table, Jetty being mad at Diero for spilling the coffee that the deadsperado was so unhappy about, and the notepad and an extra coffee cup in the foreground indicating that we see this scene unfold from Ghid’s POV
You see, the things you call “christmas decorations” are “new year decorations” for me. I keep forgetting that the rest of the world has different traditions when it comes to celebrating New Year. Oh, and I never fact-check
I dunno what you’re talking about 
Wacky theory time!
Hear me out:
What if the world from the “Production Break” chapter is the same world that we briefly saw in Tott’s vision from chapter 12!?
IT’S ALL CONNECTED
Two in a row!?
Can’t really theorise now because the battery on my tablet is about to die just like Walter White in the picture above. All theories will possibly be tomorrow 
So, you can have this for now:
This isn’t GoodGuy.
I know that this is a nice theory and you want to know what’s my source.
Well…
My source is that I made it the heck up
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Those are details, not etails 
no the rest of the world does it too I’m just better than them
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Chapter 5
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Twas a fine Halloween eve. Melissa Burgerwoman was just done enjoying a fine whopper from BK, the invisible location. She decided to have a nice walk on the beach and take a swim, but due to having a whopper previously, (it was quite delicious, by the way) she drowned.
When Melissa Burgerwoman woke up in limbo, the sky was pink, just like the inside of McDonalds chicken nuggies. On the ground she saw a fat man. He stood up and saw that there was a human with a burger head! Being the limbo man that he was, he thought it was perfectly fine to take a big juicy bite. Unfortunately, he took too big of a bite (sort of like icarus flying too close to the sun) and he died of death. Melissa Burgerwoman’s cranium was deteriorating at an alarming rate, so she called in her trusty steeds: French Fry, French Die, and Italian Fry. Melissa quite dislikes the French, so she sent the first two home, leaving only Italian Fry. On Italian Fry, Melissa Burgerwoman tried to escape to sicily, but it was kicked into the Mediterranean by Italy, so 
. The End.
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Ok. I’ve read quite a bit of this. And it makes no sense. Im so confused…
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Naturally, Ghid’s writing is so big brain that most mere mortals can’t even comprehend it
Uhhh I don’t know what got me there… what I really meant to say is this is the fourth book in the series, what else did you expect?
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does anything I write?
The Bo_____ universe has become incessantly convoluted at this point, and the revelations brought up in Armaghiddon will hopefully have the effect of narrowing a lot of the nonsense down to get us back where we really want to be: violent skirmishes between conflicting parties and boards members getting maimed or dying in extremely detailed ways.
and ghid eating people.
maybe.
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Well, if you read all books in order (Book of Ramblings, Book of Logic, Book of Dreams, Book of Tears) and didn’t start with the fourth one, you would realise that they do indeed have a plot and it does make some sense
I definitely don’t say this just to trick more people into reading these, no no no
That’s what I’ve been waiting for! That’s what it’s all about!
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notahffan where is your dunking on the last two chapters i wanna write the next one
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Chapter XIII:
“Who’s That Guy?”
The speaker was a lanky, red creature with large, metallic wings. Her companion, a guy wearing what appeared to be Halo armor over a desert camouflage military outfit ignored the question, instead firing a pistol at the orange sphere. The bullet had absolutely no effect, passing straight through and splattering molten steel on the side of a nearby dumpster.
“Well, it was worth a shot,” tan guy said. Suddenly, a bony fist was clutching his throat, crushing with all of its significant strength.
“Who the — are you?!”
“Names Diero. And you’re one of those dratted Ghid clones!”
Suddenly, his assailant was ripped off of him, and pinned against a wall. A copy of tan guy was holding the deadsperado by the back of his spine, which effectively prevented him from moving.
“Don’t you think about hurting me,” the clone said. “I’d have you surrounded in an instant.”
As he spoke, he saw several other people standing around. Multiple civilians, fleeing the burning tower, police troopers holding various dangerous weapons, a crew of strangers leaving the remains of an antiquated pirate ship, and a short guy in a purple sweater brandishing a knife.
“Nice place, cowboy. You might even think it was a reception for all of us.”
Diero laughed.
“Kid, you don’t know how right you are… even though you just did the stupidest thing—“
He fell to the ground as the clone vanished, to be replaced by an army of tan armored warriors.
“I said, don’t move!!”
The voice came from all around him, as the hundreds of clones spoke in unison.
As he stared, there was a rumble. The remains of the tower were shifting, breaking…
“It’s coming down!! Run!!”
My @Cordax style post.
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who the heck are these wacky OCs
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