Post by 42zombies on Mar 17, 2010 19:54:16 GMT -5
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Full Name: PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS SENTANCE AGAIN
Nicknames: King Arkham, YOU READ THE SENTANCE AGAIN, DIDN'T YOU?
Age: WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT
Height: Tee
Weight: Aach
Gender: Emm
Race: YOU R DUM & RACIST
Alliance: Good
Home: The Kingdoms ofAGGGGGHHHHG&&&6ohgodpleasemakethecryingstop6^^!!%%% Madness
Franchise: Psycho-Ed (Might as well be Dimensional Clash by now.)
Physical Description: King Arkham appears most-often as a greyor-white-haired main of seemingly random age. He dresses in tatters, a king of the wastelands the asylums. His eyes shine with an insane fire and ****** goose-down pillows.
Weapons: PLEASE STOP READING THIS. IT IS NOT GOOD
Abilities/Powers: King Arkham's powers seem to be at their greatest in the Kingdom of Madness, where he has complete control over everything from the world's very chemical composition to its inhabitants. Outside the world, he seems to have power on par with a very powerful psychic.
Skills: I WILL OFFER YOU MONEY IF YOU STOP THIS READING. YOU WILL BE DISSATISFIED IF YOU CONTINUE.
Personality: --ubject, despite high levels of insanity, seems to posess some deeper understanding of the universe than at first suspected. Please refer to [[[Document SCP-1098-2]]] for further information on the subject's delusions.
History: I TOLD YOU YOU WOULD BE DISSATISFIED. THIS IS IT:
I am Arkham! To know my history is to know the history of hundreds of them! You have grown colder. You little shit, you're in it now. I can feel one of my toes falling off. Cold. Razor blade. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Wow. I can't think.
Stream of conciousness. Don't type normally. Please forgive me. I'll try to be brief. I am, simply put, a survivor from the cataclysm that struck the Wizard's home world. Was I? Maybe I imagined that. Maybe I imagined you? Maybe you imagined me? Maybe imagination imagined us?
No. No, that doesn't make sense. But I remember being from his world. I remember him. Or someone like him. Someone around the same height as him. From a distance.
My point is, I survived. Floated around endlessly. Well, obviously not; all things end. Except this thing. Or this. Mine didn't, though; I floated endlessly. Until it ended. Then I stumbled upon a blank slate. Or a slank blate. Either way. New universe, all mine. I considered the endless possibilities. The ones that actually were endless.
They were so endless they drove me insane. And possibly turned me into a man. Or a crab. Either way, they changed me. Now I'm King Arkham, lord of the Kingdom of Madness. Or crabs. I created my first subjects. The Hatters. They were sentient hats. Crazy, but fun. Soon, people started flocking to my world. Crazy people. Or crabs.
They were an exodus. Running from the Wizard and his clockwork ways. Tick-tock-tick. My ways were much more fun. When I found out the Wizard was an old acquiatance, I tried to talk to him. Or crabs.
Why? Or you. Or double-you. Maybe we're all a eye. I need tea.
He said no. I called him dumb and left. I came up with a plan. Wizard needs stopped. What? Hello? Where am I? What am I typing? fhajriurgfkdgmk nj;k;s msc,.vnfdsfm
Other: (Anything else you want to add about them, it’s optional)
Picture:
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Full Name: PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS SENTANCE AGAIN
Nicknames: King Arkham, YOU READ THE SENTANCE AGAIN, DIDN'T YOU?
Age: WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT
Height: Tee
Weight: Aach
Gender: Emm
Race: YOU R DUM & RACIST
Alliance: Good
Home: The Kingdoms ofAGGGGGHHHHG&&&6ohgodpleasemakethecryingstop6^^!!%%% Madness
Franchise: Psycho-Ed (Might as well be Dimensional Clash by now.)
Physical Description: King Arkham appears most-often as a greyor-white-haired main of seemingly random age. He dresses in tatters, a king of the wastelands the asylums. His eyes shine with an insane fire and ****** goose-down pillows.
Weapons: PLEASE STOP READING THIS. IT IS NOT GOOD
Abilities/Powers: King Arkham's powers seem to be at their greatest in the Kingdom of Madness, where he has complete control over everything from the world's very chemical composition to its inhabitants. Outside the world, he seems to have power on par with a very powerful psychic.
Skills: I WILL OFFER YOU MONEY IF YOU STOP THIS READING. YOU WILL BE DISSATISFIED IF YOU CONTINUE.
Personality: --ubject, despite high levels of insanity, seems to posess some deeper understanding of the universe than at first suspected. Please refer to [[[Document SCP-1098-2]]] for further information on the subject's delusions.
History: I TOLD YOU YOU WOULD BE DISSATISFIED. THIS IS IT:
I am Arkham! To know my history is to know the history of hundreds of them! You have grown colder. You little shit, you're in it now. I can feel one of my toes falling off. Cold. Razor blade. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Wow. I can't think.
Stream of conciousness. Don't type normally. Please forgive me. I'll try to be brief. I am, simply put, a survivor from the cataclysm that struck the Wizard's home world. Was I? Maybe I imagined that. Maybe I imagined you? Maybe you imagined me? Maybe imagination imagined us?
No. No, that doesn't make sense. But I remember being from his world. I remember him. Or someone like him. Someone around the same height as him. From a distance.
My point is, I survived. Floated around endlessly. Well, obviously not; all things end. Except this thing. Or this. Mine didn't, though; I floated endlessly. Until it ended. Then I stumbled upon a blank slate. Or a slank blate. Either way. New universe, all mine. I considered the endless possibilities. The ones that actually were endless.
They were so endless they drove me insane. And possibly turned me into a man. Or a crab. Either way, they changed me. Now I'm King Arkham, lord of the Kingdom of Madness. Or crabs. I created my first subjects. The Hatters. They were sentient hats. Crazy, but fun. Soon, people started flocking to my world. Crazy people. Or crabs.
They were an exodus. Running from the Wizard and his clockwork ways. Tick-tock-tick. My ways were much more fun. When I found out the Wizard was an old acquiatance, I tried to talk to him. Or crabs.
Why? Or you. Or double-you. Maybe we're all a eye. I need tea.
He said no. I called him dumb and left. I came up with a plan. Wizard needs stopped. What? Hello? Where am I? What am I typing? fhajriurgfkdgmk nj;k;s msc,.vnfdsfm
Other: (Anything else you want to add about them, it’s optional)
Picture:
Isn't this where w
Any relation to the asylum in Gotham City? ^^;
