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I beat you over the head with the RPG format. It's surprisingly sturdy, I bet it'll pop up again. I reclaim the mask. My mask!

Granted, but you age according to however much time you increase or decrease, so unless you're planning on getting really rich with stocks while you're alive this is basically useless seeing as you'll die by going forward too far or disappear by going back too far. I wish I was able to know when I was about to make a mistake.

Understood. Executes RPG format. I blast your blaster with my face. My mask!

I sigh and aim a random crossbow I found on the ground at your fibula, I fire, the arrow spins in the air as it hits with a sickening thud and cripples your left leg. I pry it from your hands and kick you in the face for good measure. Running away I can hear you scream, piercing the night sky. My mask!

Granted, your friends obsess over you and never leave you alone. I wish to be able to travel back and forth through time without causing any paradoxes or changes in time.

Olmak.

Purple hands. A staring eye Like glowing sand. I don't like rye.

Bright. The sun is really bright. I roll over and start to recollect my thoughts. I rub the back of my head. A hammer, I'd been hit with a hammer, of course it was a hammer. I stand up and dust my clothes off. I know what has to be done now. A short while later... "Then all of a sudden I got hit from behind and next thing I knew I was waking up on the ground." "And you say this attack was completely unprovoked?" the officer enquires while using his pen to flip through the police report I'd just filed. "Yeah, he just wanted my mask.." "Well, I've gotta be honest here Miss, we don't have all that much to g-" "I know where he is." "Where?" That night. It'd taken them a little while but they'd done it, they'd tracked him down and the mask was mine once again, It's cool metal was resting in my palms. A calm washed over me. Little had TimeLord known that that potato wasn't just a fine piece of ammo it also was a Potracker. A potato tracker, clever eh? Upon impact, it had bonded with his armor making it an easy task to find him. They were loading him into the back of the police cruiser now, he scowled at me, at least I thought he did it's always hard to tell with them. I let out a sigh of relief, running my fingers over the surface of the mask once more. "It's mine again.."

Granted, you kill someone and realize you like it. I wish for something good.

I stare down at the field below me, I spot him. TimeLord stands assuming he's triumphant, at his feet is his friend's cold, lifeless body. It's sickening. I reach over my shoulder to grab hold of my trusty Potato Gun. I aim its sight on TimeLord's temple, I breathe in, and as my breath leaves my lungs my finger pulls the trigger. It hits. TimeLord rubs his head. Maybe a Potato Gun wasn't the best idea. I reach to my hip pulling out my pistol and run down the hill screaming. "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH" I'm going too fast. I stumble head over heels and roll down the hill landing on my keister at the bottom. "Uh, Hi." His face is full of disbelief. I hit him in that wonderstruck face with the butt of my gun and run off clutching the mask against my chest. My mask! (Idk if this is what you meant by RPG style.)

I take the mask on principle. That'd be my mask now.

I seduce you and for the next few years build an incredibly strong bond with you only to break it off when you trust and love me most, suffice it to say you can't keep living afterwards. Got 'em!

I possess your body. My mask!

Granted, You understand the universe in its entirety you now know everything that is, was, and ever will be. Sadly you learn that all the people with tinfoil hats are right, the world is controlled by lizard people and aliens, this knowledge leads you to become a hermit on the caste of society until the day you die. I wish know everyone's deepest darkest secret should I ask them.

He stalks his prey, with but only a scent. He angers his prey, wit but only a scratch. Also, Not a lad.

Onua(Whispering): "If you two don't quit this childish bickering you're not gonna wake up tomorrow morning."

5/5 See you every day.

Despite being killed and then being sent to Nice, France I return from the dead and decapitate you. My mask!

Arthron.

Granted, however, only children find you funny and that's because your puns are basically rejects from Shrek. I wish for happy death day to flop in theatres.

White, He reminds me of a winter day, cold yet beautiful. intriguing but dangerous.

So, I used to make comics on here, I did it for about a year and then stopped (don't remember why) but during that time I came up with the name 'Tahukan' I didn't think I'd use it for anything else so I plastered it everywhere over the topic. I'm rapidly growing on YouTube right now however and if someone gets the hankering to stalk me I don't really want that specific page to be found so I'd like to know if the topic could be reopened so that I can remove my name and fix the grammar to be not as broken or if the topic could be deleted as a whole. I don't really care which one I just need to get it down sooner rather than later. Thanks. Edit: Phrasing Topic

I transform you into a pickled cucumber and throw you into the sewer. My mask!

I perform open Heartlight surgery on you with an ax. Got 'em!

5/5 I think I've seen you in every CoT post.