I understand, O Leader, but it does not make it any easier to see this poor soul's fate sealed

I nod I am saddened too, but it must be done.

Then so be it

I smile I have a special, extra gift for thee, if you so wish to recieveth it.

I very much wish to receive this gift

I nod I command thee to kneel and bow your head, raising your hands above your head, palms up and ready.

I do so

I place a divine longsword into your hands You have accepted the divine gift of the Crabsword. Weild it well.

casually spins sword, nearly decapitating anyone within range

whacks ghostie with my W A R H A M M E R

HEY

I look at Ghostie imperiously You nearly destroyed my divine visage. You are lucky you escaped with a tap.

crosses arms well, you were the one within range of my sword.

I scowl Slander.

throws sword at Gemma

I knock it out of the air and phase out of existance before phasing back in and knocking Ghostie's head off her shoulders Divine retribution. "ANd the Crab sayeth, whoever harms you shall recieve punishment sevenfold."

Ghost screeches of rage as I fall over, my head disappearing and reappearing back on my neck

scoffs and catches my sword someone woke up with an attitude.

I sigh You nearly eviscerated me and have the gall to say I have an attitude?

_{what’s going on}

i started a religion and a crusade

Omg xcan I have a sword to ade in the crucade?

I smile brightly Nothing as grand as First Commander Denny's sword, but you shall be gifted the Pincer.

I understand, O Leader, but it does not make it any easier to see this poor soul's fate sealed

I nod I am saddened too, but it must be done.

Then so be it

I smile I have a special, extra gift for thee, if you so wish to recieveth it.

I very much wish to receive this gift

I nod I command thee to kneel and bow your head, raising your hands above your head, palms up and ready.

I do so

I place a divine longsword into your hands You have accepted the divine gift of the Crabsword. Weild it well.

I stand solemnly I will

I laugh delightedly Now go forth. I shall be right behind you. Slaughter the Chickens. Slaughter the pitiful ranks of the Chanclas. Destroy the armies of the Cheesecake.

casually spins sword, nearly decapitating anyone within range

whacks ghostie with my W A R H A M M E R

HEY

I look at Ghostie imperiously You nearly destroyed my divine visage. You are lucky you escaped with a tap.

crosses arms well, you were the one within range of my sword.

I scowl Slander.

throws sword at Gemma

I knock it out of the air and phase out of existance before phasing back in and knocking Ghostie's head off her shoulders Divine retribution. "ANd the Crab sayeth, whoever harms you shall recieve punishment sevenfold."

Ghost screeches of rage as I fall over, my head disappearing and reappearing back on my neck

scoffs and catches my sword someone woke up with an attitude.

I sigh You nearly eviscerated me and have the gall to say I have an attitude?

Dude, chill out, it was an accident. sips coffee as if nothing happened

An accident that nearly ended with a divine being's death.

An accident that nearly ended with a divine being's death.

So? I don’t care. chill, yet annoying, ghostie grin

I glare I shall cleave you in twain and leave you begging for mercy you pitiful, wretched Heretic.

_{what’s going on}

i started a religion and a crusade

Omg xcan I have a sword to ade in the crucade?

I smile brightly Nothing as grand as First Commander Denny's sword, but you shall be gifted the Pincer.

Thank you mom

I nod Thou art welcome, my child.

An accident that nearly ended with a divine being's death.

So? I don’t care. chill, yet annoying, ghostie grin

next time it better not be an accident and it better work

Heretics, the both of you.

An accident that nearly ended with a divine being's death.

So? I don’t care. chill, yet annoying, ghostie grin

I glare I shall cleave you in twain and leave you begging for mercy you pitiful, wretched Heretic.

mock offense how dare you? continues sipping coffee

No, how dare thee? You nearly destroyed me, and have the nerve to calleth it an "accident?" You are a Heretic, Ghostie.

An accident that nearly ended with a divine being's death.

So? I don’t care. chill, yet annoying, ghostie grin

next time it better not be an accident and it better work

Heretics, the both of you.

The only heretic here is you.

Nay. Thou art the Heretic, for you deign to look down upon me and mine and sayeth to yourself, "They art lowly, wtetched creatures."

I raise my newly-begotten Crabsword In the name of the Empire

In the name of the Empire and our Glorious Elder Crab!

An accident that nearly ended with a divine being's death.

So? I don’t care. chill, yet annoying, ghostie grin

I glare I shall cleave you in twain and leave you begging for mercy you pitiful, wretched Heretic.

mock offense how dare you? continues sipping coffee

No, how dare thee? You nearly destroyed me, and have the nerve to calleth it an "accident?" You are a Heretic, Ghostie.

wheeze so now we’re speaking Ye Olde English? stabs the ground with my sword and leans against it casually

I glare Nay, it is the resurgence of Olde Crab.

I love how I leave for a few minutes and the subject has changed drastically every single time I get back

The subject hath remained the same: the debate of mine Empire and the validity of being called a Heretic.