"and when the breeze subsided, john was hovering above the battlefield as a fully realized heir of breath"
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John slumped back into his chair, drained by the amount of effort he put into writing this scene. It was a little strange imbuing his character, which was essentially a self insert, with godhood. As he contemplated the story's direction, his IM client alerted him to a new message.
TT: An inspiring piece of work, John. Clearly your best submission yet.
EB: oh hi rose! you don't think im godmoding or anything do you?
TT: Nonsense. We all agreed that you should go god tier.
EB: if you say so... by the way, what are you doing up this late?
TT: I could ask you the same question. In fact, I believe I will. Why are you up so late past your bedtime?
EB: first of all, i don't have a bedtime anymore and second, i couldn't sleep so i decided to work on the rp.
TT: Congratulations, John. In casting aside basic biological needs in favor of literary pursuits, you have become a a full fledged writer.
EB: bluh bluh! don't lecture me, you're up too.
TT: Very well. I withdraw any and all lectures I may have given upon this particular subject.
EB: did i just win an argument against rose lalonde? my whole world is turned upside down.
TT: Yes, black is white, up is down, and Strider was spotted at a pop concert.
EB: I think he really did go to one once "ironically"
EB: ugh, i didn't realize how tired i really was. i think i should go to bed soon.
TT: Oh, John?
EB: hmmm
TT: Could I come over tonight for a little while?
TT :She's at it again.
EB: oh man, i'm sorry. of course you can come over.
EB: i'll wait downstairs with the door unlocked, just come in.
TT: Thank you John. I honestly don't know what I would do without you.
tentacleTherapist[TT] ceased pestering ectoBiologist[EB]