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Mino the Anarchist

"Cause Kimmy you're a fiiiiirework~!" Mino hugged the mic tightly as he fought back tears and held out a hand towards Trumpeter, getting into the music as he performed another song that he hoped would convince the mighty demon to aid their cause. Of course the song he chose to sing was a more modern one, and Trumpeter's sweatdrop and shivering suggested that it wanted nothing to do with what it was seeing, but sometimes looks could be deceiving. Maybe those were shivers of joy and a cold sweat of love? Whatever. "A fiiiiiirework~!" Did he mention he'd gotten himself a Psycho Mask? He might dawn that soon...

Mino the Anarchist

"TASTY EYEBALLS, LET ME EAT THEM." Mino jumped on the hood of a car and gripped the passing citizen's face tightly between his finger tips, glaring straight into his eyes. His face was obscured by the Psycho Mask, but the burning crazy in behind it was coming through loud and clear to the individual, who began throwing money at him in an attempt to be left alone. "Buuury you with the rest!" Even Mino wasn't sure what he was yelling anymore. An intervention probably would have helped, but no one on his team was really the type to sit you down and have a therapy session, soooo...he was gonna have to work this one out on his own.

Mino the Anarchist

"End...quotes...death...gurggle." Mino fell to the cement, glancing up through blurry eyes at the light above them. Was this it for him? Were they going to let their dreams go unfulfilled, was he going to fail everyone who was relying on him to fix this world, which had fallen so far from the ripeness of the tree? Or...was he actually dying? Wait, no, that was right, this wasn't a death roll! Succckkeerrss! "I AM THE ONE WHO KNOCKS!" He jumped up, clubbing the demon nearest to him over the head as he did he. It was time for rooooooound two on this crazy train.

Mino the Anarchist

"You sat in my swing! NOW I'M GOING TO EAT YOU." A demon with some sort of intelligence that the others lacked was, indeed, sitting on a swing in the middle of a park, and Mino was claiming that swing in the name of humanity and the first human government in the wake of the overwhelming apocalypse that had struck. And he was the conductor! "Start the clock! I'm going to count every minute I get with you...muahahaha!" The demon felt a cold chill run down it's spine as the human closed in on it. It did not realize what sort of anarchy it was getting into...or that it might be about to be eaten. But yeah, that sh't was gonna suck.

Mino the Anarchist

"Ugh...I think I have a hangover. What happened earlier...and what's this mask?" Mino put a hand to his head as he tried to remember just what exactly had happened over the course of the last hour, or whatever length of time it might have been. He thought he remember rants about meat bicycles, and him doing something that crushed the faith all of his men had in him, but when he thought about it that didn't sound like him at all. It was probably a horrible nightmare, and when he looked around he realized that ohgawdthere'sdemonseverywhere. He realized he was laying amongst a pile of demon corpses, and some of them looked like their eyeballs were missing. That was just a coincidence...right? "Warrior? Kizu? Guys, where are these demon's eyeballs. Please don't tell me you're making a soup. Oh god..." He didn't even have to ask. He knew that with their personalities, they would do it at the mere suggestion...and now he had to stop them.

Mino the Anarchist

"If you think that I could be forgivveeeen, wish you would~" The music and the scene it was set to were a very strong example of dissonant serenity, as he danced around the defeated who lay with blood running down one side of them, and dirt covering the other side of their face which was pushed into the mud. He'd won, and now he was going to enjoy the spoils of their war with a bit of music and celebration, and the idea of slow roasting a demon to make it suffer for invading their world was definitely his idea of a good time that they'd always remember. And their friends would never forget, either. "Iiit's a long december, and there's reason to believe maybe this year will be better than the last~" Yes it would! It would be better, and totally not a murder of crows! And by crows he meant anyone who opposed Mino.

Mino the Anarchist

"How do you feel, that is the question~? But I forget, you don't expect an easy answer~" He was good at that. He liked to sing, and he liked to test at people's hearts and feelings, and making them accept that what they felt was the truth. That sometimes they weren't the pretty snowflake that they thought they were. And Stone Sour knew what was up. Wut. "No one ever tells you that forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside your heeead~"