User:Derpenstien
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About
Dr. Durr Derpenstien, PHD, ready to perform corrective surgery.
Curing sickness, fighting strife, with a syringe and a knife.
Member of Equestrian Knights, capable in daring fights.
Never worry, never fear, Thadeus Durr Derpenstien is here!
The crazy, whacky, all around bonkers Knight of Equestria! That'd be me! Go by Thadeus, Thade, Derpy, Derp, Durr, Doctor, Doc, Dr. D., Etc... (Not really Etc... Who would be refereed to as that? That's just silly.) I can be serious at some times... Key word "some".
Knights of Equestria
One of the very many bronies in Spiral Knights, I'm part of the Knights of Equestria, the first of many brony guilds on Spiral Knights. All of us are avid pony fans. Some of us more then others (like me!). Look us up if you're interested... No guarantee you'll get in though: We are full to capacity a LOT.
Traveler's Log
The Gloaming Wildwoods
"It hasn't even been ten minutes since I've entered this strange forest, and already the sun is gone. It wasn't long after noon that I first descended in the elevator to this odd place. I could clearly see it on my way down... But now..." *howls heard in the background* "There it is again! Since I came here, all I've heard is that haunting howl, and that shadowy beast I keep catching glimpses of must be it's source... Perhaps IT is the reason the recon team never made it back..." *growling and barking in background* "More of these annoying Wolvers..." *squelching sound, quickly followed by yelps* "This thicket is filled with these creatures... Full of them! Every time I turn around-" *growls, followed by scuffle in background, sound of recorder hitting ground* "GAAAHH! Sweet Celestia- UUURGH! *yelp, followed by squelching and crunching noise* *huff huff* "Well..." *sounds of patting on armour* "At least they're only thick headed metaphorically speaking... But they make such a mess..." *howls heard again* "In any case, I should be close now... A confrontation is coming, I can FEEL it..."
Royal Jelly Palace
"My studies in the Jelly kind have brought me to this rather... Odd place. A castle of sorts, run down and broken, it's swarming with the gelatinous breeds. This trek will no doubt aid in my research... But that is not the only reason I came. More recon teams have gone missing, and much larger ones then in the case of that brutish Snarbolax... A rather odd creature... Steeling itself in darkness to defend itself, only the purity of a chiming bell could break that trance..." *squishing noises heard, followed by more violent squishing noises* "Uck... All over my bones... I just had them bleached... In any case, I came prepared this time. I was able to take on the Snarbolax alone, only because he managed to defeat three knights, and severely wounding a fourth... Twenty knights in total have gone missing down here, never to return, so I requested the aid of three other knights. They all radiate strength, as do their weapons..." *explosion heard in background, followed by a loud woop* "Though they aren't all as... 'Refined' as I am... Though... I can only imagine what form of Jelly could be responsible for all this... Though these plentiful purple one's may give me the answer... Nevertheless, Valkryie assures me that we are drawing near to our destination. I only hope we are up to the task of facing whatever it is that lurks inside this castle... Or, rather, slinks... Slurps? How do you describe a Jelly's movement? No matter... I'm positive we'll pull through... I have heard good things about these three..."
Ironclaw Munitions Factory
"This place stirs up a hurricane of emotions in me. I'm terrified at what awaits me further down... The dreaded Roarmulus Twins. From what the few surviving knights say, they're behemoth sized turrets, possibly capable of destroying all of Haven... All of these machines bent on the destruction of me and my fellow knight, Zettalux. The sheer number of explosives we've had to set off to get through is bone chilling. Who knows how much more they have stored elsewhere... But, I am also at ease, and ecstatic. The constant hum and clanks of gears and switches makes me feel liek I'm in my old workshop again, and the wealth of knowledge that can be obtained from all this technology is making this near suicidal trip worthwhile... Though coming unprepared was a major blunder for me, and my friend. Zettalux says he doesn't have the energy to move on, and I only have enough for myself. He said that I should be fine, should I continue. I'm glad he has faith in my abilities... This coming from one of the Celestian Guards is... Rather invigorating. Though I hope this will be enough... The laser grid humming in front of this elevator is telling me I'm very close..."
Fire Storm Citadel
"I never should have come here, but part of me wanted to come. My non-medical studies have always dealt with three things: The gelatinous breeds of Jelly, the mechanics of Constructs, and the supernatural forces in the Undead. I'm here for the latter reasons... Though I don't think I'll have much research time as I thought, though. The entire place is scorching; the ground, the walls, even the monsters themselves are lit with flames. And they all seem to be working against us... Traps are everywhere; step on a switch, and in a matter of seconds you're surrounded by flaming skeletons, or giant Trojans are swinging their blades in your direction, in an effort to turn you into another smouldering smear on the floor... I truly see now why the Celestian Guard dress the way they do... This heat is intense... Luckily for me, my armour has a cooling unit attached, but it's working overtime down here... I'm afraid I may have to replace it... But that's the least of my worries. Unity tells me that I'm in good hands, and Valkryie trusts this other knight with us... He's not with the Guards, but I'm sure he could be. I feel as if I'm a burden on these knights... They have much better equipment, and I'm not doing much, other than blasting a few skellies here and there... Not that those lumbering piles of bones come near me much... My armour DOES work as a sort of camouflage to them. They say they have been down here plenty of times. I believe them... I'm sure the undead never truly stay... Well... "Dead". The phantoms in the graveyards prove this to an extent... I've come to the conclusion their intangible forms make it easier to "reconstruct" themselves... And this "Lord Vanaduke" seems to be the ruler of this kingdom... If it can so be called. All around, this used to be kingdom burns with a malevolent flame. All of it is destroyed. I should read up on it when I return to the surface... That is, IF I return..."
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