The Grand Tweet II: Finished

"Ay! Back off of my homeboy Lohkwee!" Willow and her homienculi started a bacterium gang war in record time.

"THE BEAST OF THIS WORLD IS UNDER MY CONTROL."
Conway rode in on a Bacteriophage.

Brad shook blood off his head. Bob's death had been extremely tragic.
"This sucks"
He went to go find that wizard again.

Loquacious sighed with relief as the paramecium was pulled off him. But then he saw an amoeba with a wizard's hat.
"Gasp! A micromancer!"

Willow and her crew passed by a KFC-enzyme, using the EP to grow boombox gills. Way to prioritise, gurrrl.

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YEEHAW

wild west pastiche;
surrealist-influenced cowboy,
makes his way towards "tree" in distance,

WAR HAS BEGUN.

Conway rode onwards with his bacteriophage, as it devoured all bacteria on the way.

He called it Clyde.

The micromancer laughed, and saw Baskerville and his clones floating there.
He prepared a spell to make even more Baskerville clones!

Brad's poor eyesight leaves him to believe that the amoeba is the mage who helped him earlier.
He doesn't even notice the poet approaching.

Loquacious saw what the micromancer was preparing to do and started chanting a nullifier spell.
"Uwont geta weiwithat..."

With the rapid evolution in pace, and the way Willow behaved at parties, Whip My Hair went viral. Literally.

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LANKIE WHERE ARE YOU

"I WILL CUT/YOUR HEART AND YOUR GUT"

(poet fails to realize trees have neither
heart
nor
gut)

FISTPUNCH

predictable broken hand

A fellow rider! Perhaps, an ally? No... a bacteria! The enemy!

"Poet! We are destined for battle!"

The force of the poet's punch carried through the water, rippling past Loquacious and the micromancer. Both spells went wrong as a result.

"Ow! Now hey!"
Brad attempts to return the favour, but remembers he doesn't have fists.
He rains blossoms down on his foe.

How romantic.

"Fuck this shit," Baskerville declared as he joined with his glass copies.

Crystallized and transcended

Into a virus.

Willow and her homeboys interrupted the quarrelers, girl swag style. "Ay! No hustle in the hood. Get along, y'all."

The micromancer's spell combined with Loquacious' and spread throughout the water.
Everyone was rapidly cloned.
Baskerville was upset.

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YAY PHARMS TO THE RESCUE

a. poet turns
to previously mostly ignored undead

"OUR FATES ARE INTERTWINED/WE ARE TWO OF A KIND"

CHARGE

rippling:everywhere

Baskerville was indeed upset.

He decided to infect Willow's hair.

Turning her mane into

A fetching shade of pink.

Conway and Clyde charged in return! A thrilling battle! Neither giving in!
"Quite impressive! None before have survived Clyde's wrath!"

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YEAH ITS TIME FOR FIGHTS

catalyst:fighting:jumping:
this:
;can you hear
the consumption
of
phage

(no matter,
b/c a. has
landed
on the foe's
mount
prepared to fight)

Loquacious turned to face himself, himself, and himself.
"We'll need a powerful spell to stop this," he said.
"Agreed," the rest replied.

Brad roots for Conway, maybe he can put the uppity poet in his place.
Brad 2 does not, because he is jealous about not being the original.

The squad of Willows surrounded the poet. "Didn't I just tell you not to start trouble?" Holding the hoodcred high, they started a flashmop.