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I suppose I will field some questions in the morning.

Leave them here, if you so please.

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I suppose I'm back here to answer your questions. Perhaps engage you in conversation, if you're lucky.

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((Hello friends I am here))

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Your character has just discovered my character's journal/diary.

Leave a  ☱ in my askbox for an entry that’s about you.

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"Indeed. Maintaining a blank physique is always necessary during a game of chess. Although, for me, that isn't too much of a problem." He began fiddling with his revolver again. "On the battlefield it wasn't so much keep quiet and be tactically competent, but it was really just following orders. Neither side had the wit to send spies or anything of the sort, and the kings and queens were too busy slaughtering to care." Doctor Sratch stood. "We'll, I'm afraid I must be gone. But here's something to remember me by." Doctor Scratch hands Natasha a ball from his revolver. It appears to be a ball that is rapidly changing between the colours and numbers of all the balls found on a snooker table. "Don't use this unless the situation is dire. It works in any gun." Scratch then abruptly popped out of existence.

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"Oh, there's nothing there now. That universe quite literally ended some time ago. The two moons of Prospit and Derse were destroyed, as was the battlefield. There was nothing left to rule, and no one left to rule it. The archagent fled, as did the children, into the void." Scratch moved one of his pieces, opening a gap in his line that would take several moves to navigate. "I imagine that the Prospitians and the Dersites would've chose new rulers and began their conflict anew. Maybe light would've won. Perhaps."

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((I think my Internet is getting shut off soon, I may not be able to reply to RPs while its out))

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Doctor Scratch contemplates his next move. "The prize at the end of the war was unknown to either side. They didn't know what they were dying for. When the archagent stole the ring, he wanted dominance. What he got was the chance to snatch victory away from a group of children. The ultimate reward, snatched from their fingertips. And they'd just killed the black king and shattered his ring. Which isn't easy by any sort of standard." Doctor Scratch moves another piece, placing one of his opponent's pieces in a trap, but leaving one of his own vulnerable. "But there were much bigger things to deal with than the archagent. The children soon discovered that." The Doctor holsters his revolver.

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"Oh, it is. Strategic and yet an art form. The boundaries between the realm of logic and the realm of art are blurred. The war was huge. The king and queen of each colour had special rings, you see. When worn, they turned them into... towering monstrosities. And then it all ended. The black king was slaughtered and his ring stolen by a rogue archagent." Doctor Scratch begins loading the balls back into his revolver. "Jack Noir, his name is. Powerful beyond the realm of probability, all due to the ring." Scratch moves a piece on the board. "Your move. I must say you're quite good at this."

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Doctor Scratch popped into existence inside the base. He knew where he was, he knew everything. He knew, for example, that there was a man standing in the shadows behind him. He turned to face the figure. "Good evening. I am Doctor Scratch."

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Classify my character depending on what you have read about them so far, and why:

Good:

Chaotic Good

Neutral Good

Lawful Good

Neutral:

Chaotic Neutral

True Neutral

Lawful Neutral

Evil:

Chaotic Evil

Neutral Evil

Lawful Evil

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"Chess is an interesting game. Still... so many memories. The battlefield stretched across an entire planet, black vs. white. The kings and queens were nigh on terrifying when they had their rings on. If I could indeed feel fear." Doctor Scratch moved another piece, and began examining the balls for his revolver. "Your move."

“Good evening, lad.” She does not takes her eye off the chessboard and moves the first piece. Seems she’s playing by herself. “What brings you here?”

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"Well, it gets boring, being omniscient and omnipotent. In that you know everything that will happen, even if you insert yourself into the most random situations. Chess is the one thing that I somehow can't see through." While talking, Doctor Scratch moves one of the pieces on the board. "I do hope you don't mind if I intrude." He takes out a revolver and unloads it, emptying six peculiar balls from the chambers. "Chess takes me back to the battlefield... Prospit... Derse... And a war that light was always destined to lose."

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“Good evening, lad.” She does not takes her eye off the chessboard and moves the first piece. Seems she’s playing by herself. “What brings you here?”

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Doctor Scratch, very slowly and deliberately, drew his revolver and pointed it at the scientist. "You've overlooked three critical facts. One: I have this Portal device. I'm able to put a portal here, there, anywhere where there's a whitewashed wall." He gestured around the corridor. "As you can see, there's plenty of space for me to use. Two: I already know how this plays out. I'm going to walk out of this facility with this portal gun, and that's that. And three: This revolver is loaded with a snooker ball. A cycling snooker ball. What does that mean? It means that a shot from this revolver could have one of 12 disastrous effects on you, from slowing time down so much that it'll take you the rest of your natural life to get outside, to blowing. You. Apart. Now. Let me pass. Or I will fire."

A strange man stands in your doorway, dressed in a black suit with a pink shirt showing. Curiously, he has what appears to be a large black cue ball for a head. “I am Doctor Scratch. It’s a nice evening. Isn’t it… Caroline?”

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Doctor Scratch kept walking. "Oh, but I am. I will have your portal device." Reaching a locked door, he crouched near the keypad and entered the code. The door opened with a hiss. Scratch made his way to the Aperture Science Dual Portal Device, which was resting on it's recharging stand. Taking it, he made his way to the door. "Thank you. You've no idea how much I needed this. I'll be making my way out. Don't bother showing me. I already know where the door is." Turning, he said to Caroline "Oh, and I'll be back a few more times for a few more... trivial bits of technology."

A strange man stands in your doorway, dressed in a black suit with a pink shirt showing. Curiously, he has what appears to be a large black cue ball for a head. “I am Doctor Scratch. It’s a nice evening. Isn’t it… Caroline?”

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"Oh yes, absolutely anywhere. A series of bases spread across the American Midwest, any particular portion of the Gobi desert, all of the different atmospheric layers of Jupiter. But I didn't come here to show off." Standing straight now, he spoke in an altogether more serious tone. "I need a few very specific pieces of technology. You have them. I'll just go grab them, and be out of your hair." With that, Scratch walked out of the office and down the hallway.

A strange man stands in your doorway, dressed in a black suit with a pink shirt showing. Curiously, he has what appears to be a large black cue ball for a head. “I am Doctor Scratch. It’s a nice evening. Isn’t it… Caroline?”