09-08-2018, 05:20 PM
EDWARD NYGMA
WHAT AM I?
"Life could be a dream, Life could be a dream," He preferred old songs and concert pieces. Maybe singing under his breath help give him the impression he was human.
He picked a house that had been about 3/4 the size of his former one room apartment. He knew that his smaller, gangly form was suited for tree travel, that’s why the hands were naturally curled. He’d strung ropes across the home, and currently hung from one as he imagined how he’d set up the room.
A weightless entity joined his side. Looks more like an enclosure to me than house. He growled, delivering a quick, snippy “shut up.”
He moved across the rope, blurred vision clocking in on the corner.
"If I could take you up in paradise up above, sh-boom,”
I’ll put a bucket of water there for a sink. I’ll need to reserve one of these walls for reasearch. Try to figure out the reasoning behind this.
There’s nothing to figure out Ed! You’re an animal now! You eat, sleep, and shit!
"If you would tell me I'm the only one that you love. Life could be a dream, sweetheart,”
What was Strange’s motivation? To see if the animal brain would take over the human consciousness? The gibbons instincts were strong and Ed’s need of order and cleanliness, clean killing, needed to over come that. His feet hanging from the rope, he felt the gibbons fangs again, test biting his arm and hands.
He’d already witnessed a fight and didn’t think he would stack up well. He needed a weapon.
You could choke them. You have hands and they don’t. His other self wrapped their hands around their neck, fake fell to the floor- Ed shook his head, Mrs. Kringles body briefly replacing the other gibbon.
"Edward, please...”
He released an uncharacteristic howl and threw the closest object- a toothbrush, at the apparition. It skipped over his target, hitting the wall next to the door as he heard a knock.
"Maybe now’s a good time to tell them you’re crazy?”
He picked a house that had been about 3/4 the size of his former one room apartment. He knew that his smaller, gangly form was suited for tree travel, that’s why the hands were naturally curled. He’d strung ropes across the home, and currently hung from one as he imagined how he’d set up the room.
A weightless entity joined his side. Looks more like an enclosure to me than house. He growled, delivering a quick, snippy “shut up.”
He moved across the rope, blurred vision clocking in on the corner.
"If I could take you up in paradise up above, sh-boom,”
I’ll put a bucket of water there for a sink. I’ll need to reserve one of these walls for reasearch. Try to figure out the reasoning behind this.
There’s nothing to figure out Ed! You’re an animal now! You eat, sleep, and shit!
"If you would tell me I'm the only one that you love. Life could be a dream, sweetheart,”
What was Strange’s motivation? To see if the animal brain would take over the human consciousness? The gibbons instincts were strong and Ed’s need of order and cleanliness, clean killing, needed to over come that. His feet hanging from the rope, he felt the gibbons fangs again, test biting his arm and hands.
He’d already witnessed a fight and didn’t think he would stack up well. He needed a weapon.
You could choke them. You have hands and they don’t. His other self wrapped their hands around their neck, fake fell to the floor- Ed shook his head, Mrs. Kringles body briefly replacing the other gibbon.
"Edward, please...”
He released an uncharacteristic howl and threw the closest object- a toothbrush, at the apparition. It skipped over his target, hitting the wall next to the door as he heard a knock.
"Maybe now’s a good time to tell them you’re crazy?”
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The only time I ever see her
Is when she's behind me in the mirror
Is when she's behind me in the mirror
Owlie / Resident Apex Legends Fanatic / owlie#5369