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i am the conductor

of the choir of 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩.

understand this, trunks. until i watch the life leave your eyes... until every drop of blood is squeezed out of your body...

i refuse to die. i refuse to falter in my plans for a clean, and ultimately grateful multiverse.

you will never know another day of peace, for as long as i am around.
January 7, 2025 at 3:48 PM

you believe your world is truly at peace? that your universe ticks on without war? without discourse? or do you only consider the tiny bubble in which you and your pathetic friends inhabit 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍?

postulating your pride in striking me down, while turning a blind eye to the world.
January 7, 2025 at 3:48 PM

such moving words... dare i say, they move me to 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳.
your track record in regards to attempts on my life seem to have ended in resounding failure, trunks.
cleaving my body in two. summoning the lord of all to extinguish my existence. every blow i have taken from you.
January 7, 2025 at 3:48 PM


pah! hardly. in fact, i'm of the belief that i overestimate you mortals.
if anything, sicken me as it may to say it, the only trait of your kind that i might underestimate is your tenacity.

all the more reason that i must 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒚...

January 7, 2025 at 6:07 AM


then you will 𝒅𝒊𝒆 a fool's death; not unlike the rest of your pitiful merry band.

January 7, 2025 at 6:00 AM

h'oh? and what makes you believe you,
out of 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 in your measly resistance, can stop me?
i recall your last effort being significantly lackluster.
January 7, 2025 at 5:51 AM


. . . 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒔.

January 7, 2025 at 5:32 AM

and in a case of cosmic irony,

the very criminal who set forth my initiative stands before me. . .
January 7, 2025 at 5:32 AM


regardless. . . it'd be unwise to seek a fight with this Majin Buu in the state i'm currently in. so i shall bide my time before engaging in any form of pest control.

December 27, 2024 at 9:49 PM


so that's the malicious ki i was sensing. . .

how fitting that a mortal creation defies its creators.

they truly never learn, do they?

December 27, 2024 at 9:49 PM


how fitting it is that you are here... son goku.

December 27, 2024 at 4:06 PM


〝 far be it from me to question the will of the cosmos which i seek to cleanse. . . 〞posh tone laced with malice is uttered through pursed lips.

〝 but know this... there are debts that shall be paid. and they will be paid in 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 〞

December 27, 2024 at 2:35 PM

served as lighting to reveal the contours of this malcontent masquerader;

donning a mysterious earring to those who aren't aware; but to those who do know. . . it is the mark of a kaioshin.

gazing down upon the landscape which was devoured by flame, brows furrowed from the heat they exuded.

December 27, 2024 at 2:35 PM

relishing in the dying gasps of those in its radius, the maelstrom disperses; revealing the culprit behind the newfound scar it has bestowed upon an unsuspecting world.

a familiar face; yet, the malice which lay within its eyes betrayed such familiarity.

wildly burning blazes

December 27, 2024 at 2:35 PM

wicked maelstrom is made manifest, a sickly green storm cloud swelling toward the skies as the doppelganger descends upon the mortal realm once more.

from within the maelstrom protrudes a hand, imbued with chi that would disperse and lay waste to the bustling city beneath.

December 27, 2024 at 2:35 PM
𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅.
December 27, 2024 at 7:17 AM