UPRC'S PROFILE

author=LockeZ
I really hate, hate, hate gambling minigames. I cannot describe the depth of my hatred.

At some point I'm sure I had a logical justification for why I hate them. Something about save points, I think it was. Irrelevant now. At this point I no longer need a reason; any justification is overshadowed by my dark obsession. I no longer need logic, coherence, or anything even remotely approaching civility. I feel nothing but impartial, mindless rage. You cannot justify this card game to me; it will be your downfall regardless. My quest for vengeance against those who insert this filth into their games is boundless and insatiable. My soul broils at the thought.

If I encounter one more virtual casino in an RPG, if I load your game and reach this NPC, I will kill myself. Then when my tainted spirit reaches its fiery destination in the afterlife, I will topple the master of that dark place and take it over as my own domain. From my black throne, I will lash together a machine of blood and bone, and fueled by my hatred for your awful minigame this fear engine will bore a hole between this world and that one. When the tear begins to open, you will hear the sound of children screaming - as though from a great distance. A smoking orb of nothing will grow above your bed, and from it will emerge a thousand starving crows. As I slip through the widening maw in my new form, you will catch only a glimpse of my radiance before you are incinerated. Then, as tears of bubbling pitch stream down my face, my dark work will begin. I will open one of my six mouths, and I will sing the song that ends the Earth.