Talk:Black Crayon Demon

Artistic Kid Demon Phylum Monster

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The hordes of demons that live in the depths of Hey Deze are preferable to the demons that live inside an artist's skull: the succubus of Inspiration, the archfiend of Desperation, the imp of Self-Doubt, and the incubus of Dad Says I Have to Stop Farting Around with Crayons and Mow the Lawn. Let the demonic visage of this creature serve to remind you that the true Hey Deze is other people! Or is it "*are* other people?" I was never sure about that one.

It pulls out a black crayon pitchfork and pitches it through your arm. Ugh! Eek! Oof! Ooh! Eek! Argh! Eek! Argh! Ooh!

It gores you with a black crayon horn, melding black wax with your red blood. Eek! Ugh! Oof! Argh! Ugh! Oof! Ouch! Oof! Eek!

It offers you pleasures beyond your mortal reckoning if you punch yourself in the face a few times. After you do so, it says it was just joking. Man, if you can't trust a magically-animated drawing of a demon, who CAN you trust? Oof! Argh! Ow! Eek! Eek! Ooh! Ouch! Argh!

It smacks you with a waxy wing, leaving a black smear across your soul. Oh, and your neck. Ouch! Eek! Argh! Ow! Argh! Ooh! Argh! Oof! Eek!

It gazes through your soul with its mismatched eyes. Then it kicks you in the shin. Eek! Oof! Argh! Eek! Ow! Ugh! Ooh! Oof!

It tries to smack you with a waxy wing, but you avoid the waxy smacksing.

It tries to gore you with a horn, but it wasn't drawn sharp enough, or sharply enough.

It tries to poke you with a pitchfork, but you tell it to fork off.

It tries to gaze through your soul, but your soul is pretty solidly opaque.--Andyzero 06:16, 2 June 2012 (CEST)