Voice testing, prolly homeless forever

[just_jack]

Mundane, mundane.

What an odd name, mundane. There is nothing mundane about my children, my creations. From the highest anteater to the lowest cockroach all of creation sings with life, the burning chorus of my praises, listen!

Zoom! Zoom!

What precious music. And you not-so-mundane along with ALL not-so-mundanes join the symphony of the universe. Do not be afraid, for it is written in the holy word of me that those who speaketh my tongues are never silenced. Sing! Sing! SING! And may the glory of the lord be upon thee!

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[tinfoil_angel]

You're god?

[He's willing to believe it.]

[just_jack]

[Nope, just a paranoid schizophrenic Gurney.]

Alpha and omega, first and last, the god of love. Away on a manger I was born Jesus Christ. In this life I was born in the English countryside and rose as Christ again!

Do you see now, my son?

[tinfoil_angel]

[Even if he wasn't it was a good way to let some things out to a guy who believed he was.]

Then I have more than a few complaints on something you gave me.

[just_jack]

Speak your mind, speak your soul. Speak for several million years and I will be there to listen to your plights, your woes. For everything you touch is blessed to me~

[tinfoil_angel]

[This may be a poor idea, to put his aggression onto a nutter but this was a perfect way to talk things out.]

You...Okay first I'll admit you gave me some amazing powers. Hell it might be approaching your own I don't know how far I can take it. But the problem is, you made the U.K government corrupt enough to turn their guns on us because we didn't want to be their weapons. You let a bunch of kids get scared into causing the bloody apocalypse!

[just_jack]

[Not only is Jack clueless, but Jack is making mental leaps to fit this into his world view.]

Alas, I cannot think of everything, my child. I understand your sorrow. And through the wind and the trees I shall speak to Mr. Churchill and amend all wrongdoing.

[tinfoil_angel]

((OOC: As a suggestion and just something to play around with, what if Karl removed his insanity for a short period of time?))

[Karl scoffed.]

So much for being infallible and all-knowing. Churchill is long dead and it is far too late.

[just_jack]

((OOC: Feel free to, but the last time someone cured him, it ended up making him homicidal.))

Nothing is too late--time, space are merely encompassed within the confines of my mind.

[tinfoil_angel]

Sod it, I'm fixin' your head for a little bit.

[With that there would be a purple glow from behind the goggles. It wasn't painful, he was just pushing aside the delusions. However he did his best to keep the infinite capacity for love that was at least a good trait for humans to have.]

Jack, are you alright? Maybe I should of done that so suddenly.

[just_jack]

[Jack scrambles to the floor, gasping. Was he really...sane? Cured? Granted, it wasn't as bad as the time with the self-proclaimed Yahweh, but it was powerful, nonetheless.]

I'll be fine...I'll require a minute...

[tinfoil_angel]

Alright, if there's anything I can do I'll help. I don't sense anything hostility from you so I could also try something my mundane and I have contemplated as a possibility.

Making people like myself, though with the odd nature of this place it would only last as long as this conversation much like your sanity.