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The Battle of the Powers

Started by Delthion, July 18, 2016, 02:36:45 AM

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Delthion

July 18, 2016, 02:36:45 AM
Welcome faithful members, this is the topic that has long since fallen. The Wars of the Mods are burned into the memory of those that partook in it. It was a grievous time, a time when members were split between the Redwall that they all held dear, or a time of tyranny under James Gryphon. This was a time of Dumpster Juice and DDBs a time of terrible slaughter, and now it returns! ;D

All faithful Members rally to me!
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Groddil

#1
July 18, 2016, 03:21:38 AM
* Groddil draws his SPAM-gun.

"The United Confederacy of Groddils, all 991,345,737814,195,512,086 of us, will stand by your cause if our 3 demands are met.

Firstly, during our time in your army, you will provide SPAM, Chocolate, and Cola as meals for the Groddils.

Secondly, Groddil #1 is to be appointed second-in-command of the army.

Thirdly, you will publicly denounce Faiyloe's claim to Queendom as being the ridiculous drivel it is.

If these demands are met, consider the Groddils on your side.

Gonff the Mousethief

#2
July 18, 2016, 03:26:41 AM
Me and my Humble Hobbits stand ready at thine aid, Sir Delthion! May our Po-Ta-Toes be stuck in the faces of our enemies!
I want the world of Tolkien,
The message of Lewis;
The adventure of Jacques,
And the heart of Milne.
But I want the originality of me.


Lady Ashenwyte

#3
July 18, 2016, 03:41:51 AM
Dumpster juice.
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

Delthion

#4
July 18, 2016, 03:49:47 AM
Yes Groddil all of these demands will be met! Thank you for your support!

Death to the Mods! *Eats Rain and Leatho for starters.* ;D
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Lady Ashenwyte

#5
July 18, 2016, 03:52:11 AM
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

Groddil

#6
July 18, 2016, 04:18:02 AM
No, no, no. Before you eat Rain, I have some well-needed revenge...

RAIN'S SISTER!!!

* Groddil chops Rain's sister into mincemeat, feeds the mincemeat to his dog, waits until his dog "expunges" the "mincemeat", feeds the "mincemeat" to Gordon Ramsay, then chops Gordon Ramsay into more mincemeat, before seasoning it with a little bit of quality curse words, roasting it in the oven, then shoving it down Delthion's throat along with three poached eggs and a stick of deep-fried butter.

Lady Ashenwyte

#7
July 18, 2016, 04:20:32 AM
Would you like some Dumpster Juice with that?

Also, don't you dare touch Gordon Ramsay.
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

Delthion

#8
July 18, 2016, 04:26:51 AM
*Hurls Black hole at Ashe.*
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Lady Ashenwyte

#9
July 18, 2016, 04:32:31 AM
*Destroys the black hole with Dumpster Juice*
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

Groddil

#10
July 18, 2016, 04:39:45 AM
* Groddil forces Ashenwyte to drink Dumpster juice.

* Lord Ashenwyte catches some pretty bad diseases from the Dumpster juice.

"Oh dear. According to my Medi-Scanner 20,000 (Available solely from Groddil's Ye Olde Magick Shoppe), you only have three minutes to live. Enjoy them."

Lady Ashenwyte

#11
July 18, 2016, 05:24:38 AM
My anti-PPing shield is enabled. Nothing happens.

*Sips Dumpster Juice*
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

Hickory

#12
July 18, 2016, 03:42:36 PM
Fools. You are Miniscule compared to the might of baby turtle.


I'm sorry guys. I really am.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Eulaliaaa!

#13
July 18, 2016, 04:15:35 PM
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!

My machete shall keep us all safe from this... this... this monster!... Everybody run away!
Just pretend there is something interesting and unique written here... I have nothing to say.

Lady Ashenwyte

#14
July 18, 2016, 04:17:07 PM
*Sips Dumpster Juice*

No... It cannot be!
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.
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