The most random thread ever!!!

[Søren]

I am calling you human. You who's skin is squishy, and you who cannot  stand against me. For I am no punk. My name is Armus, the personification of evil.

[Rainshadow]

I am calling you human. You who's skin is squishy, and you who cannot  stand against me. For I am no punk. My name is Armus, the personification of evil.

  First off, it's "whose", not "who's".  Second, I am most certainly NOT human!  I'm the Lady of Time, who hails from Mars and travels in the most fantastic ship you will ever see.  I have a dragon butler and an insane older brother who spends his days locked up in a cupboard, baking muffins, gardening, and playing chess.  And there's one more thing you need to know, Mr. Punkmus of Eviltown: this forum is protected!
  *Feels very epic for including a little bit of a Doctor Who quote in my super lame speech*

[Rusvul]

It is indeed protected. Should you not vacate immediately and cease your nonsense, I will open fire.

[Søren]

Your threats are meaningless. I cannot die. I live out my days, here, with the pathetic creature you claim to differ from. Protected from Armus? There is no protection against me, for the personification of evil has no barrier, no constraints, no limits.

[Rusvul]

Ah, but you do. Pure evil cannot stand against pure good, and pure good will not falter when confronted with pure evil. The inverse is also true. You can never take me, and I can never harm you.

[The Skarzs]

There Is No Such Thing As Pure Evil, Because Existence Is A Good; Thus, Since You Exist, You Cannot Be Pure Evil.

[Lady Ashenwyte]

Your grammar errors are your downfall.

[The Skarzs]

There Are No Errors There.

[Søren]

Ah, but you do. Pure evil cannot stand against pure good, and pure good will not falter when confronted with pure evil. The inverse is also true. You can never take me, and I can never harm you.

Pure good? I was left here by a race of Titans who thought that by being rid of me they would lose their own destructive quilitys, peeled me off like a skin. A skin of evil. They left me, standing me here on this loathsome planet to die. But I never did. Evil itself can't die that easily. There is no good in my existence, no peace, no joy. Rage is what I know of, and what I am.

[Rusvul]

(Is that an intentional reference, or an accidental one?

[Søren]

(Reference to what?)

[Jetthebinturong]

This is amusing *Teleports Armus into the fiery pits of Das'Kodor*

[Lady Amber]

*Watches*

[Wylder Treejumper]

Whatever. Then you van live forever in agony. 

[Søren]

Pity that you are so short-sighted in thinking that teleporting me anywhere will make you rid of me. Nothing can do that, nothing ever will.