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Subject 046

Ring around a roses... Tinkle, tinkle, tinkle little star... I WILL DEVOUR YOUR SOUL! Yay let's go camping!

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Rulke, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Dressed in a torn straight jacket Subject 046 is considered dangerous.

Long matted blond hair.

Hollow cyan eyes.

Has severe personality disorder.

Personality

Humans are delicious.

Equipment

Straitjacket

History

Unknown.

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Subject 046's Story

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Walking around wonderland I happen to find to a place called gambits, a gambit it would be to enter. Enter I will. A tavern of sorts--- Hey diddle the cat and fiddle, the cow--- inside the abode we go. The day stinks of reality, dark creeping reality. I shall enter this strange new world. One step in, one step out. What strange world this brave earth is.

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Appears the Hatter is already here. With Alice in tow... It's a small world after all. Walk into place and act normal. Flesh and hunger drives. Bring me the head of your worse enemies. I shall speak now, "Hey guys when the camping trip?"

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They act like they've never seen an actor. I shall preform many great illusion and lead them all in a daze. Welcome them to heaven or drag them to Hell. Nom de plumes and more. I am feared and forever shall be. I shall try speaking again, perhaps they didn't hear. How could they ignore a master artisan of the gab, "Flesh of the divine ripped fresh from bodies, I shall dance on corpses and enjoy it!."

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I give a coy look, camping, how could no one know what that is, "Why the great outdoors of the insanity in our minds. We shall embrace the living, then dance on freshly dug graves!"

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I could surely attract many great dames to witness amazing feats with my amazing feet. I think I shall move in further and admire the beauties and imagine their bodies draining into my gaping maw. I shall enjoy it and shall dance on the graves while people dance and enjoy the grandeur that is I, "Mad is only a state of mind Mr Army Man. Can you take me home, I miss my Mummy I left her in the Oven and think it's time to eat!"

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Time to make my opening act, I move quickly in the tavern and come to one of the dames and with a suave grin on my face I say, "Mary had a little lamb--- YOU SHALL BE CRUSHED --- his fleece was white as snow --- blood dripped from the wound and I watched in glee."

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Guns are such petty devices. How quickly people go to use them. Time to show them my little game. Leaping up on the table I rip my hands free from my straitjacket and giggle, my beautiful talons finally free. Thousands of wonderful drugs and injections given to me. They will see how wonderful they were. Grabbing a bystander I slice their throat, "Excuse me Minster your blood is dripping on me!"

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Bodies fall like little leaves, fallen leaves on the ground, a little slice a gutteral shriek and the person says no more. I shall now preform more, I hunger for beauties and the dames to fill their unfilled graves. I shall dance on rotten corpses until world ends, "Why Mr Soldier I'm an actor --- Mummy told me to not cut Daddy's head off. Mummy cooking now!"

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Weird wording, why I studied in universities of Life. I am educated. Many little blood drops dance around me provactively, I must have more, "Those who learn in school of life, need not --- there once was a tree called bob --- so there!"

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Lauching myself towards the small girl I grab her by the grab and begin to tug, "You know an arm can only take so much force before --- hickory dickory dock, the mouse screamed up the clock -- understand?"

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Why what a dumb question, besides she's only a weak morsel. Wait what in the name of. --- Mummy please come back. This little kid is more, "Mummy the big bully hurt me! Please come out the oven. I want ya Mummy."

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Time to go, time to see the mad hatter. But what is this, what refine beauty, and no danger of them keeling over in loss of blood. I shall go and see her. Walking over to the Goddess, I lowered myself one knee with hand over my heart and spoke words Casanova would keel over at, "You are truly the Mary of all Mary's, can I help you run up the clock?"

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A lone figure entered the bar, his left nub cauterized and his other arm clenched in pain. Last time he had been here, his arm had been ripped off, he had only wanted to see the Mad Hatter, a giant cookie monster, destroyed his arm, his lovely and cute arm. A sleeve dangling, loosely, that once contained an arm. He had wanted so much, to understand, but for now, he was back. Would he lose his other arm, only the giant catipillar knew.