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I really wish that could have gone differently and been something other than me running around in circles trying to get someone else to show up, but. I was chortling the entire time IRL so hey, I'm good with it.
Cute-Kelli by @Sessizlik.
I love this emote.
DID ANYONE ELSE NOTICE THE PART WHERE HE KICKED ALL THE ASS WITHOUT SHOES ON? And Areka says it can't be done. Hmph.
He also plays Ragnar, which is basically the same name as Rashar. Who acts similar and also does not wear shoes. Basically, the Warcraft movie was written about my character.
I feel like I should get some of dat money.
All in all, good fun movie. Worth 8 bucks.
I hate to do this but, if you could find it in your hearts, and if you're on Facebook, if you could click on the link below and comment on the post with 'The Soul Convicts', I would love you forever!
https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=1114499695274299&substory_index=0&id=123340734390205
How it was made:
Holding the fullplate in three hands, Iosyne lifts the fourth up to Her mouth. Her lips part, the distance between them elongating to unnatural proportions, before expelling a mass of black liquid onto Her palm - the liquid squirms with a life of its own, pulsing eagerly as it is held. The Malevolent Goddess lovingly places the substance onto the suit of armour; in a frenzy, the black liquid stretches over the entirety of the steel suit, consuming it whole. Within seconds nothing remains except a single black disc, quivering slightly.
Remove Armor:
You place your hand upon your chest, willing the retraction of your protective shell. Obligingly, the exoskeleton softens, crawling away from your body to concentrate in a mass around your palm. Soon there is naught left but a single, quivering scale of chitin in your hand.
Wear Armor:
The scale erupts into a pulsing frenzy as you press it to your chest, black liquid oozing from it at every angle. The substance quickly envelops the entirety of your upper body from neck to waist before hardening, embracing your body in its protective grasp.
Look Armor:
Formed from layers of glistening scales, this suit of armour snakes around the body like a second skin, affording its wearer an unparalleled level of intimacy. Each chitinous plate shifts with the host's movements, molding itself to accommodate the wearer's intentions. The shoulder plating hosts a descending row of wicked spikes, curving away from the host and towering slightly over its
neighbour in a treacherous trail leading down to the elbows.
Pretty sweet armour, tho.
THIS GUY! That's right! I'm going to Australia!!
I is excited.