OOC: Apologies if my character was too aggresssive. It's simply that he did not hear of any accounting for the psychotic Slig Dek was chasing after yesterday (Molt) and heard strange noises from the R&R, where bigwigs and employees would likely be resting. As such, he thought that a madSlig might be in there brutalizing the big boss and innocent people, so he rushed in Rambo style.
IC:
Arrack floated in a nameless, watery world between consciousness and sleep. It resembled his inner psyche, his deepest memories and thoughts, but it was cold, foreboding, inferior, poor, with the stench of horror and death permeating the smallest thing. He reached to the roof of the world, causing a muscle to twitch, which in turn se off a reaction causing his whole arm to lift for but a brief second, then fall again. The whole world then grew silent, with only him as the source of its sounds. None of the watery eerinees, not even the disturbing backdrop. Silence.
Then it hit him. It hit him and stung him, as if he was on fire. A sudden flash. Falling feathers. A strange black object hitting a wall. They played like screeching Scrabs, and it felt as though they repeated, though he only saw them once. Then another hit. This time, it was an unusual scream, a piercing one of absolute agony. Then, a final vision played. A strange sob, that seemed to come from another dimension.
The visions ceased, but the strange sounds still played. Arrack screeched, a giant armoured creature then flashing, then making itself substantial. He then whirled towards the golden top of the world, and passed through like a ghost.
In the real Oddworld, Arrack furiously moved his head, trying to remove a strange tube near it, and screamed like a horrible beast, viciously eying an Intern near a monitor.
He yelled;
"Paramite Muffin Mind Control! I KNEW IT! You and your fellow conspiracities, mindless love drone, shall all meet your just ends! And by my hand, I shall render this lab of evil apart! Death to the Transexual-Agnostic Homosexual Vykker Confederacy of so called Good! Death to you and your shoeless Glukkon nudist buddies!"
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