The Grand Tweet II: Finished

Newly empowered, Brad senses an approaching spirit.
"NO GHOSTS" he yells, dissipating Conway's mount.

Dracula's coat begins to tear.

Through one of the holes, a breeze picks up.

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Spoileri don't know why i keep doing these spoilers; you know the deal

"NO LET ME SING YOUR PRAISES

BOB LOVES TREES
BOB LOVES TREES
TRYING TO STOP THE DRACULINITY"

"draculinity isn't a word"

"i am POSTMODERN"

"Okay fuck subtlety the universe is ending." Baskerville unleased all 99 clones. "Just swarm 'em or something! Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez!"

Dracula called upon his blade, Swagbane, and struck Willow. The girl fell next to a tear in spacetime. Quoth her dad, "Shit just got real."

"If you want my love you'll have to earn it!"

"FUSE WITH US!"

Then they punched clones at Dracula.

"Alright fuck it, this calls for something ballsy."
Conway dived right into the hole in the universe, and technically didn't exist for a bit.

The torn fabric apparently counted as a cell phone signal. Text to will Smith: "hi dad, in battl 2 deth, wont b home 4 dinnr xoxo <3"

"..thanksalot nowsaveus..."
WHAM!
A struck clone was thrown into Loquacious and knocked him out the window.
"Damn! So close!"

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SpoilerI AM TIMES NOW

and then, in his folly distraction
with
bob

he sees his willow
struck down
and runs to her

holds her
in his spindly arms

i love you

The wind knew the flair of the dramatic, and began sluicing into every crevice.

A vast wave of jerks crashed into the room! "Fuckin' CHHHARGE I guess." Super Dracs was washed away with broken glass and hipster shades.

For a moment, Conway was everything.
And then, he was nothing again.
And then he was Conway, but holding a harpoon made of negative space.

The hole in space and time flowed; a seething maelstrom bled into the air around its edge.

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SpoilerOKAY FIVE MINUTES LEFT OF THIS ROUND, SORRY AGEN I'M GOING TO HAVE TO ELIM YOU FOR INACTIVITY.

LETS START THIS ROUND TOWARDS A CONCLUSION.

Bob got out of Brad wielding his Pensword, MIGHTY.

"I challenge you Nega-Harpoon Wilder."

"HIYAAAA"

"Uh... Fo sho. Thanks, I guess." This homie creeped her out so bad, like for real. And then some trippin' foo' wind slammed the door shut.

"Can glass even kill a vampire?"
Wading through a sea of shattered limbs, Brad set off in pursuit.

During the chaos, Percy was bitten!

Loquacious was shocked! If the nega-harpoon and the pensword collided, surely it would mean disaster!
He had to act now.
"Dropth ewep..."

Meanwhile Baskerville Prime just hung around with some ghosts, drinking ghost coke zero. "Man I love having my clones do everything for me."

The wind slowed, and died.

The maddening air was bad. A disaster was exactly what he needed to make it on. He collided the negaharpoon with the pensword!

The..


The wind...

“Woah that was cool, now do that again but somewhere else.”

And then they were some kind alien hive… IN SPACE!

Oh good it worked.