Caliborn is not only violent and goading and obnoxious, he's also genuinely uncomfortable to some people. He's a creep, simply put.

SO! The point of this post is to give people an opt-out should they desire one for any reason whatsoever. If you want me to steer clear of certain topics (his opinion on women, his weird thing for cutesy romance, etc) I can do that, or alternately I can also just not tag you at all. It is up to you!

Also, standard disclaimers apply. Caliborn's opinions are not mine and he's basically dumb as fuck about everything ever.

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[ And here's Caliborn today, addressing the network with a video post. It is pointed at him in true myspace fashion. Those angles flatter EVERYONE, ok, even if you're an angry green skull monster.

He really doesn't look pleased though, and his vaguely British androgynous whiny voice reflects that as well. ]

Everyone's making annoying icky gross posts. All sentimental and shit. Like. Who cares man. No one does. Fuck your emotional shit.

Let's talk about something cool instead.

I had an idea. A GREAT idea. And. It starts like. "Do you want to play a game". Yeah?? You do? Great. You don't? Fuck your shit. We're doing this my way. We're playing a game. Whether you like it or not.

The twist, though. That's the fun part. For me. And also for you. Which makes it an especially shitty twist. Because. Only the bad guy-- ME-- is supposed to benefit?? Wow. Who saw that dilemma coming. I sure didn't!

I am so fucking bored here. There's only so much crappy self-insert fanfic you can read. In a single day. Or week. Or lifetime. So. We're going to play a game of your choosing. Teach me some cool games. All of you preferably. And we're going to play that shit. Spin that record babe? You dig.

Bring your board game of choice. Or cards. Or something that doesn't suck. But tryyyy not to bring something obvious. Like. Connect Four. Or fucking Snakes and Ladders. ESPECIALLY not chess. Checkers would be alright though.

[ Totally derailed himself tho. He'd honestly be fine with any game, he just wants to try NEW whacky and weird shit from other worlds. ]

Bring that to me in the DINING ROOM!


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[ And this asshole will be found at one of the big ass tables in the dining hall for most of today. He's probably eating something disgusting and entirely raw, or maybe chowing down on sugary delights. Either way, he's waiting around for someone to show up.

Even if you're here for entirely unrelated reasons, he'll probably wave you down. Provided you're alone, anyways. ]

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So basically. I'm in jail.

[ Caliborn lets a long silence pan out, intending it to hammer in the sheer injustice of it all. He is also obviously walking around, the dull sound of his metal leg against the floor ringing clearly. ]

All of my preparation. All of my work and devotion. And most of all. My self attained freedom. Is sooo totally gone now. Because some slippery bitch picked me up. Like. "Hey, Cal! You've been kind of evil. So come to prison." I mean, duh? Evil is my bag. But this Admiral Shitface did it when I was in critical fucking mission mode. It's like. No wonder he's not showing his face. He should be ashamed. For ruining my glorious self-suicide godhood ascension scenario.

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[ And then, not too long after the post goes up, Caliborn will be found wandering the deck. He's come up with the intention of ignoring people who don't talk to him, but it's likely that his short attention span will be scooped up by some interesting looking passerby.

Before that, though... he's definitely up to no good, either by attempting to fuck up the rose gardens in some creative way when he thinks no one is looking or staring vacantly overboard where he's thrown a wooden chair.

Space is pretty hypnotic. ]