ASHLEG'S HORDE

[Ashleg]

Fight me, anonymous! >:0

[Hickory]

* Anonymous dodges.

Impersonating me, are you? Tsk tsk. Shall we work together to destroy this horde?

OH MY GOODNESS.  I KNOW THAT'S YOU, GRODDIL.

GUYS, I FOUND A LOOPHOLE IN THE SYSTEM!!!  When I was looking at Recent Posts, it explicitly said that this post was made by Groddil, and it had the little ghost dude next to his name!

Also, Groddil's the only one who does the red-text action thing.

[Jukka the Sling]

Mm.

I got proof!

Spoiler

[close]

[Anonymous]

* Anonymous sighs with regret.

Falsehoods and accusations. I am not Groddil, for I am...

LIDDORG!!!

* Liddorg casts off bedsheet disguise.

MWAHAHAHAAAAa!

[Ashleg]

NNNNNOOOOOO!!

[Groddil]

* Liddorg Attacks Ashleg with a deflated squeaky hammer.

[Ashleg]

* Ashleg sends an army of whales to defeat Liddorg

[Groddil]

* Liddorg summons an army of whaling ships.

"Pitiful."

* Liddorg attacks Ashleg with bad-quality Redwall merchandise.

[Lady Ashenwyte]

Hello, Liddorg. It's Emperor Ashenwyte here.

[Groddil]

Hello, Emperor Ashenwyte. I presume you are here to suggest an alliance?

[Lady Ashenwyte]

Indeed. Where is the good Tsar? I must have missed him on my way here.

[Ashleg]

* Ashleg leaps out of a bush

Do you mean meeee?

[Groddil]

He means Tsar Vladimir Groddil, from War in 1700. Unfortunately, the Tsar is not here, neither is Shwitz. The Swiss stole my name, and that is unfortunate. He too must die. But first, another issue to address.

* Liddorg drowns Ashleg in iced coffee.

[Lady Ashenwyte]

*Takes over the shoppe* THIS IS THE EMPEROR'S SHOPPE NOW.

[Groddil]

* Liddorg explodes

* Groddil emerges from the chunks of Liddorg.

"DON'T...TOUCH...MY...SHOPPE!!!

* Groddil destroys Ashenwyte.