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“(As I picked up my scythe, I could feel my powers growing ever stronger.) Necroh” (16 conversations)
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Jun 18, 2023 at 5:36 PM EDT
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(As I picked up my scythe, I could feel my powers growing ever stronger.) Necrohemoth: "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! Now...it's time to kill!" (Nothing could stand in my way now - but one of the creatures seemed...odd. It was tall, green, and quadrupedal.) Necrohemoth: "Huh. This is odd." (Despite this world being blocky as hell, I decided to continue my killing spree. Then, I heard something. It was a voice...but it sounded distorted.) Enderwoman: "Uh..." (I completely ignored her and continued on my rampage.) Enderwoman: "...huh?" (I continued on my killing spree, killing thousands more of those strange-looking green mobs.) Necrohemoth: "NOTHING can stop me now!!!" (Just then, I heard the Enderwoman's voice again.) Enderwoman: "C-Can you-" Necrohemoth: "You again?! Stop giving me that look!" (I completely snapped, and lashed out at her. I let out my loudest scream of anger ever, and slashed my scythe like a madman - slicing mountains in half, chopped trees with just one slash, and even killed any green creature nearby.) Enderwoman: "Whoa! W-W-What are you doing?!" (As I destroyed all the strange-looking creatures that got too close, one of my scythe's slashes hit the Enderwoman, scarring one of her magenta eyes. Another slash cut the bottom-most part of her long brown hair. But seeing her crying, it replaced my anger with surprise.)
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Necrohemoth: "I...I didn't mean to do that. I'm sorry." Enderwoman: "Why...why are you doing this? Why are you killing all these creatures?" Necrohemoth: "I...I don't know. I just...feel compelled to do it. Like it's in my nature or something." Enderwoman: "That's not true. You have a choice. You don't have to give in to your darker urges." Necrohemoth: "But...I've always been this way. It's all I know." Enderwoman: "You can change. It's never too late. You just have to want it." (I looked down at my scythe, realizing for the first time the destruction it had caused.) Necrohemoth: "This...this isn't who I want to be." Enderwoman: "Then don't be. You have the power to change." (I dropped my scythe, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.) Necrohemoth: "I...I want to try. Will you help me?" Enderwoman: "Of course. Everyone deserves a chance to change." (And so, with the help of the Enderwoman, I began to explore the world in a new light. We worked to help those in need, protect the innocent, and spread peace. And slowly but surely, I realized that my true power wasn't in destruction - it was in the ability to create, to inspire, and to love.)