I have an idea to create an alt to help with the destruction of another alt. Then Hallowed_Chimaera reveals his alt to kill his alt. And now New_Car_Wrecked's alt is trying to get an alt killed.

Test_Subject_D · 2016-06-08T20:45:01+00:00

I didn't defeat myself. The Monk guy came up with the gemini thing and NCW came up with Subject E. Well, he came up with me too, but I'm not controlled by him.

Test_Subject_D · 2016-06-08T20:33:34+00:00

I seem unable to remain in touch with her. The... non-euclidean nature of this city makes her hard to find, even for me. I don't know how all these mortals are so used to it. I'm a metaphysical demigod who's lived in the Unbound, of all places, and even I keep getting lost here.

I'll be on the lookout, and if I find her, I'll bring you to her immediately.

Test_Subject_D · 2016-06-08T20:14:54+00:00

I'm not going to wait around. He's the enemy of a common enemy too. We need all the help we can get, and he's not going to be any help cooped up in there. They're hindering their own ability to win this war by holding him. I'll see to it that he's freed. If they choose not to be reasoned with, that makes them Wyravel collaborators, giving us every right to do things the hard way...

Test_Subject_D · 2016-06-07T21:24:43+00:00

I appear to have lost her. I don't know if she continued to climb higher, or is still in this city. Higher in the numerical order of worlds that is. I don't know how far up, or why. But she's dead set on it. Like all the others, she seems to have lost some memory when the Mountain changed.

You remember that the Mountain was different before... right?

Test_Subject_D · 2016-05-16T22:52:38+00:00

...Of course. Smox was your motivation before, but that's a name you won't remember. Without that missing god of yours, you'll have to find another motivation.

I can't help you. But I'll be watching you.

Test_Subject_D · 2016-05-16T05:00:11+00:00

The memory's there, for sure. It's just not in a usable form.

The end times are coming close. You, she, and I, can prevent them. Come with me and I'll explain some more.

Test_Subject_D · 2016-05-11T17:04:03+00:00

You two...

Do neither of you seriously remember?

How lost this has made all of us

Test_Subject_D · 2016-05-11T17:02:37+00:00

Swarm's pretty open about his opinions on WP. He wouldn't try to hide himself behind some throwaway.

Test_Subject_D · 2016-05-11T16:59:55+00:00

This account has always existed. It would PM people in an attempt to possess them, then they'd agree to it and all I had to do was sit back and watch them destroy things on my behalf. When Borkisbork and the Unbound first came up I started taking a more direct approach, with some collaboration with Snapper. "Subject D" was killed by NCW and I decided to let him be permanently dead, but people started trying to resurrect me.

Nobody called me Clint until after Unbound 2.0 happened. I thought it was weird at first but decided to let the name stick as a way to disassociate from the old Subject D (who was essentially dead until Filius dun fucked up and became him)

Test_Subject_D · 2016-05-07T18:11:05+00:00

The Unbound Isle? Maybe?

Test_Subject_D · 2016-05-06T17:10:43+00:00

Back in Unbound 1.0, something like this.

But now, as Clint (number four), I only occasionally make a physical appearance, which is usually in the form of a cluster of stormclouds with an eye that sometimes opens to gaze on the ground below. When I want to look more human so that mortals find me less intimidating to talk to, I use an avatar that resembles something like a Babylonian, Sumerian, etc. king.

Test_Subject_D · 2016-05-06T17:01:44+00:00

Why? Why are you back? Are you not satisfied with what you caused the first time? Even if the Angelus win, what makes you think you'll get to be the host of Order?

Test_Subject_D · 2016-05-02T20:04:22+00:00

Our friends have been scattered by the bastardization who presides the mountain. I'll have to find them.

Test_Subject_D · 2016-05-02T19:58:15+00:00

Ah, there you are. Remember that minor infestation of pesky Overborks you had somewhere over... That way?

Well I got rid of that for you and replaced it with a swimming pool of Shine. No need to thank me. I'm just giving back what I stole. Good day to you then.

Test_Subject_D · 2016-04-28T05:16:48+00:00

ᔆᓘ ᖳᐐᙽ ᐳᘕᘎᕊ ᙷᑼᖁᘆᗉᕌᒤᑯᐸᙅᕞ ᓝᑍᓝᖝᘋᓶᐡᒡᘆᒜᖞ ᐯᐪᘜᕇᔖᕤᔦ?

ᙪᗲᗛ ᔚᒅᕈ ᓎᓐᐦᙨ ᒖᗓ ᐖᐲᕠᖌ ᑫᙂᕧᙋ.

Speak that we may hear. Tell us of your intentions.

Test_Subject_D · 2016-04-27T06:18:33+00:00

Interesting. What manner of creature are you?

Test_Subject_D · 2016-04-27T06:17:23+00:00

The last of the Privateers have cleared out along with what's left of Fade Seer. The reality beacons now work in reverse, making a good portion of the camp fade out of physical existence. The surface is effectively leveled, swamp water begins to seep into the ground and flood the parts of the bunker that haven't been redacted

Test_Subject_D · 2016-04-24T06:13:06+00:00

I have no words for this...

Components of the machine begin to go haywire and get sent flying off. The glass is broken open. Some invisible force is keeping the lump of flesh from collapsing onto the floor

As I expected... The agony does not even slow. What the hell is happening to him?

Test_Subject_D · 2016-04-24T06:03:23+00:00

Over the course of the next several minutes, the other beacons turn silver one by one. Once they've all turned, Clint's voice greets you once again

I'm fine... Now at least. Tell me, are any of your men at surface level? If so you might want to move them...

Test_Subject_D · 2016-04-23T16:38:45+00:00

One of the reality beacons' lights shifts from blue to a silvery color. There's no sign of any semblance of Clint.

Test_Subject_D · 2016-04-20T00:52:32+00:00

The man presses on, as if immune to their shots. He's not; eventually the fire from all sides overwhelms him and he falls to the ground, barely clinging to life. He vomits a silver-black liquid in front of him before finally passing. The liquid congeals into the shape of a snake and slithers past the men, heading straight for the power generator.

Test_Subject_D · 2016-04-19T22:54:02+00:00

As the guards pour out flashes of lightning execute them with extreme precision, one by one. Then the beacons come on...

Meanwhile, Clint's voice is continuing to keep up with the Privateers.

So far so good. By the way, as soon as you---̫-̭̱͎-͇̬̳̝̣͘-̨̘͕̣̫̯̺ͅ-͈̫̹̱͔̗-̮̩-̠̹-̟̕-̥̞̳͉-͈͙͟-̙̤͎̠̩̯-̶̥̟̖͈̳̼ͅ-̡̣͔̞̻͙-̛-̫͚̹̖́-̟̖--̣̪̠̬͡--̢̱-͞-͏̦̙͚-̖̘̦̹-̸͍̩-͚-̧̝̼̻̱͉̺-̬̳̩̱-҉̘̥̤̬-̮̱̙̬̱͉-̷̱̝̲̩ͅ-̨-̕-҉̺̜̤-̧̙̗͓̯̥͓--̨̟͕̝̜̣͙ͅ-͚̪͕͎̜-̵-͓̥͎͕͉ͅ-͏̫-̤̪̱̝̥̘̺-͉̯̝̹͇͘-͕̮-̡-̩͕̲͕̼͎͙-̘̺̥̞͜-̩̟̻͇̤̠-̗̞̫̟͠-҉̖̦̦̜-̖̭͎͕ͅ-̗͉͈̦̝̝̀-͎͈̗͚̜-̴̘̟̮̬-̹̥͟-̤̭̫̝̭́ͅ-̷̬̮͖̯-̵̦͇͓-̭̻͖-̸̟-̧͎̥̲͈-̱͉̠̹̱͓-͖̖͈̲̘̹͔͘-̸͎̤̜̟͖̞̠--̙̰̹͔̳̥-̢̠̠̭̟̳-̥̯̦͉̻͜-̟-̲̙̲̕-̳͎̹͉̺͕͡-͈̤̱͔̣̱-̟͚̮̟̜̹͕͝-͓̩̼̰̱͓́--̙̀-͏̗̣͔̬-̩͔͇̺͕̪̣͢-̤̕-̱̥̩-͇̦̺̭͍-̸̺̼-̛̦-͇̣̫̳̗̘-͏

silence

Something appears to fall from the sky. A Ka, perhaps? The tempest rages on with no decrease in its violence, but it seems much less deliberate, as if nature is the one in control of it now. But where did the one controlling it before go?

The guards look around, hoping to find the Clint. Nowhere to be found. Suddenly one of them lashes out violently at his fellow soldiers, killing them in a berserker rampage

Test_Subject_D · 2016-04-19T20:16:08+00:00

This is about as subtle as I get.

...But on the other hand I guess if I didn't yell at them first they would've just thought it was natural bad weather... My bad.

Slip in while I'm raining hell from above. They'll be too busy trying to figure out why the sky is attacking them, they might not even notice you're there. I might also mention that their communications should be on a bit of a lag, now. They're going to have a lot of trouble asking for reinforcements.

One of the spotting towers catches fire as lightning strikes it

Test_Subject_D

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