Death, death destruction and what appeared to a small blue robed and pixelated demon needed to die. This would be the third victim on the community to Richard's unspeakably hilarious evil. He couldn't be happier. Once again the man, I use that term in the loosest way possible, swept his arms through the air, the ends of his finger tips glowed a bright green coloring. Whatever odd magic he was using it burned a hole into space and time it seemed. Cutting the very fabric of the aforementioned substance. Through the portal a world that seemed almost like his own appeared, well aside from the fact it was full of puns, and terrible jokes. Ugh.

"Wonder if I just start slaughtering villagers if he'll come." Richard mused to himself.

"Fire nation..fire nation..I wonder how one gets there? Suppose I could ask someone for directions. I have to get to that world first." Richard mused idly to himself, or perhaps the skeleton he had draped over one shoulder. The skeleton was none other than Billy, his orphan skeleton he'd grown rather attached to.

Surely he could return in any event long before Cale or even Benny noticed his absence. Lively and as disruptive as that was. Well all he needed was a quick worldhop and he'd be there. You could feel the excitement almost baking off of the warlock, though his somewhat cartoony expressions were good signs of what he was feeling, his was oddly blank at the moment. He'd settled into a rather indifferent scowl. Time to get this show on the road.

Throwing both of his hands into the air above his head, a bright green glow surrounded both of his upraised fists. Slicing through the air suddenly, the green seemed to ooze across the sky, leaking into the air he touched. Finally it seemed to tear through the very sky, opening into another world right before his eyes.

((I'm not entirely sure I know what that world looks like..so I'm just going to kind of, play off your post a bit.))

Within the sands of the desert, amidst the dragons made of the same substance, an odd sight greeted the random passerby(Not that there were many.) A large wooden stage seemed to have been constructed, rather randomly and scattered before it were several bones of the human variety. A large red curtain shielded most onlookers from the view of whatever lay beyond. Likely it was going to be a fairly interesting display of musical theater. Occasionally Richard's head poked through the curtain to check on his surroundings.

So, Benny? Fenny? I forgot. The priestess. She followed me here apparently. I knew that if I kept them up long enough talking about ducks they'd eventual have to see what I was talking about. That or I could try prodding them my way with flaming hands. Well, Cale maybe. If he'd stop being so moody. That stare of his is creepy.

Maybe Fredg will offer entertainment.

The Flame-Chain-Chete! Killing was never made so easy! You just apply the chain, use the flame, and then..chete? Ok, so Billy and I are developing a chainsaw-flamethrowing-machete combination weapon. Well I am, Billy just sits there and stares, what good is he?

Think anyone would be interested in doing so? Huh, huh? Come on! I'll be giving these away as a promotional thing before maybe selling them!

So here I am, sitting with the corpse of my favorite orphan, with not a town or a village or even a drifter to murder! No guts to spread around, no children to pick off as they run from a burning building, not even an old man's cane to kick out from under him!

What am I supposed to do about this!? Anyone have any ideas? I've got a major case of the blah-boredoms. Why can't a random group of tourists wander by?

...Some one have an idea?

Well it's come to my attention that my idol, my hero, the only God I really liked, the one who gave me baby senses..is dead! Gone, dead. Kaput!

...Now that thats done with. I've decided to take up his job while he's away. Presumably permanently. I mean, who's going to stop me? Besides, I wouldn't mind calling myself a God, maybe I can get sacrifices. Really bloody sacrifices. Or I can make my worshippers wear funny hats. That'd show 'em.

Broken, injured, and bruised. You heard me, bruised! I don't even have any blood for which to be bruised with! Look at this, I'm full of green goo! What kind of stupidity is this!?

The Gods are too damned special for their own Godly...pants. Or whatever Gods wear, I bet it lights up like it was soaked in gasoline. Bastards. I can't even move hardly at all, my hands are flopping rather well onto the right letter square thingies though.

So it's my second or so day in Chicago, I can't remember. Time flies when you're slaughtering the masses. Ah, I don't think I've had this much fun since I disintegrated Cale! Or forced him to kill a man before his child. Ah human shields you've never failed me. But the real thing I've come to talk about was the fun I had just a bit ago.

One word, orphanage. Actually, two words...burning orphanage. You know what, that doesn't cover the wonder and glory that was my burning flaming accomplishment. You have no idea how much fun bursting through the doors of an orphanage and stealing an armful of babies is. I still have some left over, I plan on eating them later. The better part was when the entire building went up in flames and all of the little kiddies ran out screaming. They're really easy to pick off that way, like chickens! Kabawwk-aaahh-myf-lesh-is-burning! If I could I would do that every day...
I still haven't found that wuss of a horsie God either, I wonder if Ares cares how much time I spend here, I'm still moving South..with a few delays.

So, here I am in Chicago through the means of Ares, God of war and my newest idol. Not that I've had many idols over the year. Though one of them was Mr. Fireball. Ah, to remember the special times we've shared over the years. Really, I'm on the first day of my hunt for this other guy, Ka-something or other. Soon to be Ka-dead I guess. Not very clever, but who cares, I'm ecstatic!

Thus far everyone I've questioned about the guy haven't been very helpful. I guess it's hard to say anything when you're being frozen solid, disintegrated or burned to a pile of ash. Mostly I get a lot of screams, or sounds like, 'Pzzt' Unless theres a place called Pzzt, nearby. Maybe they're trying to point me in the right direction.

Whats really fun is killing the metal things with the rubber wheel-y things attached to them, they explode big time! Lots of little chunks fall over the place, it'd only be better if I could make blood rain from the sky, actually maybe I'll try that. Look, a glowing sign of a walking man. Die walking man, die! Now it's a hand..where did the man go, are you hiding him? Ah well, you'll melt just the same. Or explode! I love this place!

You haven't lived until you've set one of the smelly peasants that like sleeping on the ground around here. All of the ground is made of such hard stuff too, it's strange. For the love of all of my dark Gods, is that a nursery? I think I'm going to weep tears of joy!

Theme.
 Look what some one made in my honor. Some people out there are afraid of me and my wonderful destruction.

Why is it that everyone seems to laugh off my threats? This annoys me..

So, I went to this new place, Drama Drama Duck.  No ONE seems to share my tastes, which isn't that unusual. Fortunately most of them seem pretty flammable, of course if that fails I could always freeze them, though electricity is fun too. Leaves a crisp burning smell in the air! Ah, reminds me of that one magical summer...but thats another story.