#All hail Daveplate

[lucarioisinthevoid]

The man looked at the person, very confused. "... boi? Dog? The Big H?" Slowly he shook his head. "Mad Magic Man?" He snorted at the thought. "You are mistaken. Mustard Man the Mad Magic Mannerly Murderer was my brother. Though, due to our tragic backstory, we have been separated onto different blogs." Henry? "... let me have my jokes. Especially if you started then. I am reclaiming your mockery." MUSTARD MAN IS NO MOCKERY. GIVE HIM THE RESPECT HE DESERVES. "Understood. Fine by me." Instantly dismissing the discussion that was boiling up, he turned back to the Anon. "I like birds. Which I assume is what you mean, as there is no such thing as birbs. I have to admit that my choice for the main band was a little... odd. I merely picked some common animals. If I would have had the chance to create a few more spin-off restaurant with more specific themes... there would have been more birds. They are such versatile creatures, in all shapes and colors." The man loved watching birds during... all times of his life. They were hard to catch- No, almost impossible to, if you didn't know what you were doing. But that didn't stop him from trying. And eventually he succeeded. They were so small, the birds of his hometown. Small and light. Little balls of feathers and fragility. Shuddering in their cages, but still singing. Snapping out of his memories, he shrugged. "I prefer snakes and other kinds of reptiles of course. But I heard snakes too are fond of birds." And their eggs. Which is hilarious. Ever seen a snake eating an egg? "Maybe if I would have made it longer, there would have been a giant theme park. I see no issue having a little added sections for birds exclusively. Some more... appealing birds than a chicken, that is for sure. So many birds of paradise practically offer themselves as dancers and rockstars." A giant park, taking it all, every kind of park there is, every feature would have been there. A city, at least in size. And perhaps a little in function. A tumor. Feeding off the people more and more. Not usually in the park. Not often in the park. But in the places around, with different names, build at different times. Ah yes, a city made out of glitter and lights. It would have been so beautiful.

[dayshift-at-jules]

All hail Daveplate, our lord and savior has arrived

He's always been here. Watching.

[lucarioisinthevoid]

I'm very glad I got to name Herny. :)))

Since there's clearly some favouritism going on I would like to hand this to the obviously better Henry, Herny.

PS: I love your stuff I really need to draw more for you! (Submitted by @dayshift-at-jules​ I AM SCREAMING, I SWEAR TO GOD IT’S MY LORD AND SAVIOR YOU DID IT I OWE YOU MY LIFE) (8/10) “Oh so YOU are the fiend who wanted to reduce my whole DEEP, HEARTWRENCHING RELATIONSHIP to Henry to mere HORNINESS. Aha.” He inspected Jules a bit skeptical, but it melted away as soon as he got showered in compliments. “FINALLY! Someone who can ACKNOWLEGDE my amazingness. I suppose I judged you a little too soon. I absolutely deserve this gift and the recognition. Excited he opened the box with the biggest :D on his face, an expression that didn’t fade when the Daveplate emerged from out of the box. “What the everloving fuck are you and what are you doing in my gift :D?” “Why hello there, o l d s p  o  r   t. ‘tis I! Daveplate! I am GOD.” Henry was staring from the side, partially mortified, partially praying that this horrifying William-creature would eat the other Henry. It would be such a mercy. “God? Of what?” Already bored Herny considered to throw him away. What a shitty gift. Who would want GOD? “I am D A V E P L A T E . I AM EVERYTHIN’. THE WORLD IS MADE IN MY IMAGE, A PLATE FLYING THROUGH SPACE. ALL THE STARS ARE SPITBALLS I BUT OUT THERE IN MY BOREDOM. PEOPLE HAVE WORSHIPPED ME UNDER MANY NAMES AND SINCE THE DAWN OF TIME. I AM WHAT DECIDED SCOTT’S FATE, AS I DECIDE EVERY HUMAN’S FATE. YOU HAVE BEEN CHOSEN. FOLLOW ME TO THE HEAVENLY PLANE OF PLATES, WHERE THERE IS NOTHING BUT JOY AND PLATES AROUND. NO HUMAN BEFORE YOU HAS HAD ENTRY AND YOU WILL BE FACED WITH PLEASURES BEYOND YOUR SENSES.” “That sounds pretty boring!” Happily Herny responded. “I only worship Henrys, so… no thanks.” And with that he pushed him back into the box and put it down. From inside inhumane screeches and noises sounded, around every extreme of the range of human frequencies. Herny turned to Jules, pouting. “Your gift sucks! I wanted a Henryplate! Not a Daveplate!” The box started to hover and distort reality, light flashing from out and around the aura of the object- Nobody acknowledged it. Really, they didn’t have the time to give a shit. Nudging the artist, the insane pink guy smiled. “But you DID give me a good idea… let’s make a Henry cult! BECAUSE HENRY IS LOVE, HENRY IS LIFE.” I hate that I had to write that. “WE SHALL ALL DEDICATE OUR EXISTENCE TO THE WORSHIP OF ALL THAT IS HENRY! HENRY IS THE BEGINNING, HENRY IS THE END AND HENRY WILL BRING-“ Henry pepper sprayed him, without ever showing any sort of emotion. While the guy laid on the ground, screaming his throat out for NO other reason than being dramatic, Henry turned to Jules. “… IF you draw more, then for the LOVE of god, draw something that is not making me want to go insane by just looking at it. What fever took over your mind to create this, what the fuck IS this thing and why did you feed it your creative power, I cannot believe you have done this-“ The box simply popped out of existence. Daveplate is too good for this sinful earth. Also, nobody offered him kebabs or attention, so he needs to sulk. All hail Daveplate. AND YES PLEASE. I WANT TO SEE MORE OF YOUR STUFF IN GENERAL AND YOU HECKING KNOW THAT. YOU SET FREE DAVEPLATE. WHEN WILL MUSTARD MAN BE UNLEASHED? WHEN?! GIVE US MORE CREATION, JOIN THE CLUB OF CURSED HENRY, YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO-