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Incise_297 has a minion!
''Master'' the Sock Puppet of Rage
''Master'' the Sock Puppet of Rage
Incise_297
Legacy Name: Incise_297
The Spectrum Darkonite
Owner: Syl
Age: 14 years, 7 months, 3 weeks
Born: September 11th, 2009
Adopted: 14 years, 7 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)
Adopted: September 11th, 2009 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 2
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 6
- Books Read: 7
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
((Trying to make a pet profile here... don't mind me... xD))
"Scalpel!" First incision. Slow, careful. Breaking skin was easy, almost too easy, like scissors on paper. But if this was scissors and paper, than he was a goddamn collage artist. This was his medium, as it were, and he loved it. That first bubble of blood from the newly sliced skin, the glazed stare of the sedated patient... he was playing god. If he wanted the operation to end in death, that was his choice, now. So... much... power! "Watch carefully, see what I do?" His interns were watching him, this time, so he had to be an angel of mercy. Just for one night, one night. Tomorrow, he could be the angel of death. Helping hands peeled back the skin of the intentionally inflicted wound, and he descended upon a wall of bone, like a vulture with tiny, silver, medical-instrument claws. This was his world. Deep within the human brain, where blood and tissue obscured the view and essential pieces of life had to be broken to be fixed. He smiled uncontrollably as a small whirring sound serenaded his ears. "Drill!"
Lobotomy Video
"Scalpel!" First incision. Slow, careful. Breaking skin was easy, almost too easy, like scissors on paper. But if this was scissors and paper, than he was a goddamn collage artist. This was his medium, as it were, and he loved it. That first bubble of blood from the newly sliced skin, the glazed stare of the sedated patient... he was playing god. If he wanted the operation to end in death, that was his choice, now. So... much... power! "Watch carefully, see what I do?" His interns were watching him, this time, so he had to be an angel of mercy. Just for one night, one night. Tomorrow, he could be the angel of death. Helping hands peeled back the skin of the intentionally inflicted wound, and he descended upon a wall of bone, like a vulture with tiny, silver, medical-instrument claws. This was his world. Deep within the human brain, where blood and tissue obscured the view and essential pieces of life had to be broken to be fixed. He smiled uncontrollably as a small whirring sound serenaded his ears. "Drill!"
Lobotomy Video
Pet Treasure
Pickled Whole Brain
Skitters Favorite Needle
Scalpel of Doom
Blood Bag Candy
None Too Clean Scalpel