“Well I don’t know much about killing who birds, but I’d be up to killing two birds.” The Glitchmaster snarkily remarked.
He spasms, as if holding back something he wanted to say really badly, “Yes, two birds.” He said.
“You seem to be a busy guy.” He began, “perhaps I can help relieve that burden in some way; maybe be a soldier in your fight?”
“Those users seem like they’re trouble; why not give them a proper welcome to the place?” He asked.
“How about you do run an errand for me?” The Glitchmaster said. “There is an RP on this wesite, called “death race”. I need you to retrieve a very powerful artifact from there…” he whispered the artifact’s description in Zablex’s ear. "But be cautioned- you’ll have to take a few detours to get there.
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“Please,” He said, “I think I can handle a few detours.” He said, his eyes glow a yellow color, like coals made of gold.
He brings out one hand, “It’ll give me a chance to play around with my new tricks.” The claws glint wickedly, as if they were eager to sink into some poor data cluster and end them, “As long as I get to pick off a couple users and cause some mayhem, I’ll be more than happy.”
BlackBelt looked at the topics and saw another one he made: it was him messing around with some art programs and posting the results on there.
Brock turned towards him. Pixels began to fly around, and the small brick morphed into a form that was taller and thicker. Several armaments were attached to various hard points, all seemingly made of Legos. “You are safe here.”
The form washed away in a wave of pixels, and Brock stood in his original form.
“Whoever wishes may come with me.” And with that, the small brick entered the Lego Creations domain.
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“Then go.” The Glitchmaster said, waving zablex off.
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Without a word, the figure went his way to do this errand.
BlackBelt reached out to the topic he made: he had some fond memories of there. He wondered what it looked like in here. It was in the Artwork area, maybe it was a gallery?
The topic had a warm feel, as if it felt comfortable with BlackBelt’s presence.
Brock stood behind. “Each topic has their respective owners, and will gravitate towards them. Wave it away, if you want it to leave.”
“I made this one.” BlackBelt said as he reached to open it. He wanted to feel that comfort more, like a lighthouse in a stormy sea guiding him to safer harbors.
“Open?” He asked the topic.
The topic spread out and enveloped the group. The replies floated on circles around the main attraction…
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There were a few images: a few that looked like arcane circles, some of his self MOC and one weapon. The comments were good humored and mostly positive. Even one that said the background was nauseating. They weren’t wrong about that.
“Maybe I should add some stuff to here after I get out.” He said as he looked at each image.
Man, 2017 feels like ages ago. he thought.
Brock watched the topic fly around, then shrink back into a panel.
BlackBelt tried to look at the weapon image, it was an old drawing he made on the Paint.net drawing program of something he drew back in high school: a Keyblade that he designed himself.
He smiles proudly, enjoying the comfort of the memories.
Was it egotistical to look at your own work like that? Maybe; but, it was nice to see it like this.
“Is there a way to save this to view later when I want to?” He asked.
OOC: Hello? Anyone here?
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Vladin was loolimg at the images just flying around randomly. He liked them, nut quickly got bored of them, mainly because he saw them before.
He turned around and looked at the group. His eyes wuickly eiden when he realised something.
“Guys? Where is Bernard?”
It seemed that Mr.Monopoly had also entered Creative Content, but had instead gone to Lego Creations.
“Y-y-y-y-es…” He said
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“Wait, Monopoly is gone too!” Vladin said, realising that Bernard was not the only one missing.
BlackBelt tries to bookmark the page after looking at the Keyblade picture; its numerous spikes could prove useful as a weapon.
He looked around and couldn’t see hide nor hair of Mr. Monopoly.
The keyblade solidified and floated into Blackbelt’s hand.
Brock turned to Vladin. “He chose the Lego Creations domain.”
As Monopoly walked, he would see various mocs walking out and about.
