Board Thread:Off-Topic/@comment-24108228-20150404090346/@comment-24108228-20150423224129

''I haven't posted in a while. However, I have figured out how to explain dark magik without killing myself. As a bonus, it makes it look like the entire series of events was planned, which would make me look smart if I hadn't just admitted that I came up with it long after making the second post.'' Bah.

Banana Banana was absent mindedly following his floating fish around, having spent the last few days creating various life-forms with wings. All of which fish (because Banana wasn't good enough at magic to make anything better), and all of which requiring their own bubble, which negated the point of the wings, but nonetheless Banana was getting better at it and soon he would be able to try and make a flying lynx, which he was looking forwards to.

However, today the classes were on, and so Banana was unable to try anything out, as the node was in use by a large group of small children, who were all making themself sardines, and so he decided he had nothing better to do than follow a flying salmon around the island. As he passed windmills and large plots of farmland, Banana noticed a figure in his periphiral vision. A small, cloaked figure, wearing a black hood and emitting a dark purple glow. Banana recognised it instantly, it was one of nomadic assasins, trained in the ways of dark magik. Usually however, they stuck to uninhabited islands. What was he doing here?

Banana didn't have time to contemplate that however, as the assasin quickly leapt out of the shadows and out into the open, summoning a large pulse of dark energies, that particular type being telekinetic, to blast away any people or objects in the near vicinity. The quickly expanding ring of purple flame was quick to knock Banana off his feet, only just holding onto his staff as the blast sent him flying.

As the dark magician regained his posture (dark magik is extremely draining), Banana quickly reached into his bag to throw five air runes into the air, which he quickly broke with a bolt of air energy from left hand, smashing them all simultainiously and giving his staff a substantial amount of air energy, which he used hastily to pull debris around him into a rudimentary wall. Little did Banana know, while he was trying to work out what was happening behind his rickety wooden barricade, the dark magician had regaind enough strength to do another attack, this time pulling the energy into a glowing purple ball, before launching it at high velocity at Banana's wall, exploding the entire thing into a cloud of sawdust.

The dark magician smiled a cold, soulless smile, and quickly pulled together another cloud of energy, this one being more of a thick fog than ball (the magician was short on energy by this point), which he fired again at Banana. And this would have been the end of Banana, if the salmon had not chosen that exact moment to make a break for it and get caught by the cloud, which was quick to wrap around the poor fish and corrupt it's very existance, for that spell was a strong one, intended to wreck the mind of a strong magician, not confuse a fish. As of such, the last thing the dark magician saw before he passed out was the fish slowly morphing into a humanoid figure, with long sharp teeth that didn't fit in the mouth, and large, blood red eyes, along with claws the size of daggers. And a familiar purple glow.

Salmon #39,256 Name: Salmon #39,256 Age: 42 Salmon Years Gender: Salmon Other: Is a salmon.

Salmon #39,256 (or just "Salmon" for short, there were few enough living salmon out of water for that name to be specific enough) had lived a fairly good life. It had managed to stay away from fishers (well, most of the time), and even once it had been caught, it had been able to get it's own magical bubble, which certainly helped when finding edible food on land. However, this good luck had come to an end, when it had been caught in the blast of a particular dark magician, with a particular corruption spell that was far too powerful to be used on a salmon. Nonetheless, it had recieved the blow, and was now undergoing the somewhat disorientating process of dark matter mutation, where the corruption spell used on the victim was powerful enough to change not only the target mentally, but also physically.

After that had finished, the salmon found itself a large, humanoid figure, with long teeth that didn't fit in it's mouth and claws that were as long and sharp as daggers. The magician had by this point passed out, and was being apprehended with caution by a group of life magicians, however this was of little concern to the salmon, as contrary to popular belief, corruption spells of any form will not make the target bend to the will of the caster. It then looked up, having regained orientation, and was staring upon the group of magicians who had finally been able to come to Banana's aid with a look of pure hatred. In fact, it looked upon everything with pure hatred, because it hated everything, which was a fairly reasonable mindset considering how it was under the influence of dark magik. The Wizards in front of it were now preparing an attack, but the salmon monster was having none of that. Letting out an unearthly shriek, the creature felt its very core turning into what it saw as raw power, which it happily channeled and enshrouded itself in, causing it to levitate a foot above the ground, encased in a personal purple cloud of dark magik.

By this point, the salmon monster was looking more like a pure unrefined nightmare than anything else, and so the wizards instinctively cast whatever spell they had been preparing. Other than the one to the far left, who had created a flock of small birds for reasons beyond anyone's understanding (probably to raise morale), all 5 of them had cast a powerful spell, which knocked the salmon creature out of the air, it's vile red body hitting the ground and creating quite the mess of the ground. However, the dark magik cloud was not affected, as Dark magik is seperate to the other four types, and neither can interact with each other directly. The salmon monster, taking this to his advantage, shot the cloud forwards in a jet of purple mist, narrowly missing two of the magicians and instead hitting a cliff face, which merely absorbed the blow (the magic would need to be millions of times stronger to corrupt the earth itself), and so, without it's cloud of dark energy keeping it alive, the creature hit the floor once more, dead, and slowly began to resume it's normal form, having removed all the dark energy from it's body.

After a couple hours, life at the island returned to normal again.

''And that concludes the three magic types! :D''