text, @TARANTO, day after the saloon fire

[heavyhitter]

hey guys guess what: blankets!!! me and TF to the fucking rescue, we rustled up like 40 of these bad boys
super cozy, some nice patterns. one of them has a robot wolf on it
it was also all entirely legal

they're ALMOST free, all you gotta do is tell me a story then come get one (i'm by those spiky ass fat plants that bleed if you knock them over)

also since i have 40 and there's more than 40 of us, i guess also pick someone to get cozy with

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[heavyhitter]

collect em publish em and make millions

[selfimage]

I'm glad I asked. I was ready to file for multiversal copyright.

[heavyhitter]

don't worry you can gimme a story anyway then get in on the lawsuit later on, there's room for everyone

[selfimage]

Not that I'm entirely in need of a blanket.
God, and all.

But nothing is really free, is it?

[heavyhitter]

oh shit that's true, you're too fancy for earthly needs like that

but counterpoint: i have a blanket that looks like the maker was trying to perfectly capture a disco party

[selfimage]

[ there's a long silence. ]

You did this on purpose. :'(

[heavyhitter]

:)

so what story is it gonna be today

[selfimage]

[ there's a sigh in the text. ]

And what kind of story would you like to hear?

[ you have options, Ramir. ]

[heavyhitter]

something exciting, preferably violent, explosions are a plus

[selfimage]

Bear with me. [ he generally doesn't pick text as his best medium of storytelling, but here it goes. ]
So, the place I come from, the Realm Eternal, home of the gods, blah blah blah blah-
It's been around for a long time, long enough to accumulate its share of enemies. My father, who's quite appropriately titled the god of war, used to march through the hallways reeking of blood and while announcing out his victories.
He had his pride, and he never took threats from the outside lightly. One of his more charming points.
One of many unnamed worlds came to test him. Do understand when I mean MANY, that there are those left forgotten, even to the divine archives. This arrogant, spiteful world fell upon Asgard, and Odin went to meet the challenge.
There was a terrible battle, one that they say lasted decades, the wail of a billions falling in aguish of their folly.
Who knows? It was forgotten, after all, as were they.

Yet, instead of going gentle into that goodnight, those lost focused their hatred. While they left these realms for death, they combined themselves into a being of pure malice turned flesh.
The hatred of a billion, billion, billion beings, concentrated into some twisted demon.

Odin locked the beast beneath Asgard to be forgotten.
And these beings? Who they were? Well, not even Mangog remembers now, all he has his own hatred.

[heavyhitter]

wait hang on so there's like
a big frankenstein rage zombie locked under there?

[selfimage]

So it seems.
One with anger to spare.

[heavyhitter]

have you ever seen it

[selfimage]

Once or twice. Enough to know the story is true.

[heavyhitter]

wait so it just ends there? it doesn't break out and wreak havoc or anything?

[selfimage]

Of course it does.
But that sounds like an EXTRA blanket story.

[heavyhitter]

whaaaat are you kidding that was hardly a story in the first place, just the set up for one

[selfimage]

My father's exploits in the war of a billion, billion, billion beings wasn't enough?
I'm wounded.

[heavyhitter]

i mean maybe if you went into one of those fights for me
you know, the bloody blow by blow
jeez it's like you're new to this

[selfimage]

Generally if someone wants specifics, they specify.
And the one who plays it right gets 2 blankets.

So

[heavyhitter]

pretty sure i said exciting, that means not the textbook overview

[selfimage]

Sound effects.
2 blankets.

[heavyhitter]

two blankets IF you can make it good

[selfimage]

As if a story about a giant demonic manifestation of negativity with a tail couldn't be good.

[heavyhitter]

yeah i think i'll be the judge of that, considering the way you skimped before i'm ready for anything