Re: The Grand Battle [Round 3! Killville!]
09-19-2009, 07:52 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by dexexe1234.
"I GOT YOU SICKOS NO- huh?" Lutherion stood in the white cube field, the festering behemoth is desummoned, and he is all alone. "What the? Huh?!!" He looked around with a very puzzling grimase on face. Everything around was just white.
Lutherion looked over himself: The wightmaw arm have deactivated again, but all the damage from before is still there. "I, where, what?!" Lutherion stopped freaking out after a little while and began to think: "Ok, im all alone in a big cubey area... or am i? i have the most perfect idea!"
Lutherion lashed around with his wightmaw, dropping splinters around him, he then just said: "shadow mimics, rise for your god lutherion!" Around him, 4 clones of himself pop up. "Go out, and find someone! Anyone!" The mimics nodded, spread the skeletal flesh wings that Lutherion still have, and flew out in four different directions.
"Hmmm... What to do to kill time... I know!" The three splinters still laying on the floor, turned to his boney chair, a news-paper, and the fridge from the second area! Or, atleast domething that looks like that fridge. He sits down, grabs a soda, and opens the news paper.
"THIS is the life! Aaahhh!"
"I GOT YOU SICKOS NO- huh?" Lutherion stood in the white cube field, the festering behemoth is desummoned, and he is all alone. "What the? Huh?!!" He looked around with a very puzzling grimase on face. Everything around was just white.
Lutherion looked over himself: The wightmaw arm have deactivated again, but all the damage from before is still there. "I, where, what?!" Lutherion stopped freaking out after a little while and began to think: "Ok, im all alone in a big cubey area... or am i? i have the most perfect idea!"
Lutherion lashed around with his wightmaw, dropping splinters around him, he then just said: "shadow mimics, rise for your god lutherion!" Around him, 4 clones of himself pop up. "Go out, and find someone! Anyone!" The mimics nodded, spread the skeletal flesh wings that Lutherion still have, and flew out in four different directions.
"Hmmm... What to do to kill time... I know!" The three splinters still laying on the floor, turned to his boney chair, a news-paper, and the fridge from the second area! Or, atleast domething that looks like that fridge. He sits down, grabs a soda, and opens the news paper.
"THIS is the life! Aaahhh!"