CobaltFlare

IT'S GIYGAS

PFFFT. I'm Neutral Chaotic. I serve no one but myself.

We joined into a single consciousness. However, I am more powerful, will wise, and I overpowered and consumed him.

Best case, you end up in a vegetable state. Worst case is too horrific for your virgin ears.

So, back on topic, I started playing Eversion. That thing is really bucking creepy. D:

Your avi made me smile.

Stop taking CF and contact your doctor immediately if you have a crazy, fangirl obsession of him for more than 4 hours.

Because I'm so awesome, I need to be taken in moderation.

Probably.

So, I finally got around to playing Eversion. >_>

>_>

Cobalt shrugs, an indifferent look on his face. "I've known her for maybe three or four more minutes than you have. But, judging by how Dunes was acting, I'd have to say she probably is." He yawns and sits down, the exhaustion catching up to him. He was teleported, knocked out, tied up, had to run away from nutcase cultists, fell through a brick floor, and he was sure it was only maybe an hour past noon. "Well, I don't think we'd be able to stop her. Might as well stop for now." He says, looking at Insight. "We've got 20 minutes, minimum, before she comes back, right? We might as well get some rest or something."

I lol'd so hard.

Cobalt snickers at the 'message' in the scroll. "You know." He says to Pathfinder and Insight "Even though they were threatening us, you have to admit that was funny." Looking at the two of them he asks "Did they even say what their demands were? It's a bit hard if we don't know what we need to do. Or, you know, refuse to do and run into danger." He turns to to dark passage and looks over his shoulder towards the other ponies with him "Are we still going down the hallway? I'm sort of worried about Dunes, but he can take care of himself just fine. After all, even I managed to get away from them. I think we should rest a bit, I haven't eaten since Dunes and I left for here. What do you guys think?" He asks, stretching his wings and letting out a small yawn. He was pretty beat up. His wings were getting better, but he still had bruises and stuff from when he was getting away from the cultists. Of course, he didn't have his supplies anymore, and he didn't really want to impose on Pathfinder and Insight...

With the sword made from the TWO diamonds I gave you!? >:I

WHY Y'ALL TALKIN' SO FANCY LIKE I DON'T WANT NO FANCY KNOW-IT-ALLS ON MAH LAND *suspenders*

INDEED GOOD SIR *monocle*

The melons have aphids. >

TOUCH BOB AND YOU LOSE A HOOF

OH PLEASE I'M BURNING THE REEDS YOU LEFT IN MY POOL, BTW

I WIN. >_>

YEAH IT IS *dance*