armors whether holy or profane.] (WWMPP-WWMP-Wwmpp) as I approached the wagon, powerful waves of force tumult from my feet like miniature bombs every step I took. I peep into the wagon, look at super watch, and then look at my co-producers. “MAAWIN!” Man called me, blowing his cover. Just like that, Azarban was on to ‘em. He pulled his dangling treats up and clutched them in his arms, checking behind himself in curiosity. Groove and Demo were funding the super multiplex operation. The generated nukes are very wealthy angels. Scourge a monster or unplug the enemy, earn Hollowbots. [Hollow-term: Unplugged is when ghosts destroy a defense-belt or the bot occupied for extra defense by an opponent. Their blur projectiles and charms faint in lack of Hollowbotics; their sirens buzz in their earpieces and live sportscasts, they can’t be heard or hear other profile-belts.] Heck, we needed each other. [Hollow-term: The super multiplex is a paranormal device that appears to be a collection of black, eerie, lanterns. No super movies exist today, but their purpose is to give instant-evolution or angelic armor/organs. When a ghost possesses a lantern, they will find themselves in a movie theatre. A 4D movie will be put on and every time the actor gets life points so will the ghost who’s watching. This is the perfect secret operation because the exiles, who don’t know about 4D cinema, have been cheating since the opening of Axe. Development would be a lot harder without the help of Super Marlynn, a fragile man who transformed into an essence-cherub when he married an angel of Axe. An essence-cherub is an angel who can be in more than one place at a time.] ‘What the junk are you guys doin’?” I joked. We were in a state of peace. We had no worries. “Dude, this is the ‘Quake Fu’ Edit bot…!”
“Who Cares?”
“Oh my God, I know you did that on purpose…Same ol’ super Marlynn…I know you’re up to something.”
“Ha-What? Who? Hey, Edit, come here.” Bot Edit hops over and puts his arm around me, holding a Quake Fu melee bar. (“AA!”) (“MNGGG!”) (“WHI’-WIDOW DHH!”) Lengthy white dust clouds fire away like large cannons. (“WEETWWEEEET!”) “What happened to the camera? How many Hollowbots do we get for this? I love all your work by the way.”
“What’s Axe comin’ to? (“AAA!”) I spawn a Moonnaut…two seconds later he wants me to pay him.” Bot Edit laughs. “I just gave you life! Damn, you haven’t even done anything yet. All you did was pop out of a box and say get back to work. You get back to work.”
“HA-I am working…” Everyone cheered, “RE-CYCLE; RE-CYCLE; RE-CYCLE! (POOH; POOH; POOH)”
“WHAT DO WE WANT – (“RE-CYCLE”) (“CANN-NY!”) When do we want it? (“NOW!”) Bot Edit ran. So- here- this whole time, the twins and I were filming me…The sands in ‘Axe’ and the pillars of Lucky Hawk’s laboratory - all me… Fitted, Christ, Yuity, Joust - all Hollowbotics - very expensive and highly polished bots. First, we shot ‘Axe’ using my write armor and a few Marrowbots to help us film. Marrowbots can spawn many bots of their own. Be sure to let me know if you see anyone wasting Hollowbots, I’ll fire their asses in a heartbeat…I’m kidding… This was a secret operation, but sometimes things don’t always go as planned. We all growl, sensing demons outside my write armor. “ERRH-We’re surrounded; urrrhh-ya just had to film it here!” Groove looked like he was about to explode, his eyes lit up. We all ignited. No evil could get to us. Something was trying to drill into my write armor. Protective gear, heat sensors, and bionic eyes, the sons of Lucifer stood and waited outside my armor. They sensed Ultra Groove. Ultra Groove, suddenly, double clocks in his defense-belt! [Hollow-term: double-clocked is when ghosts get an adrenalin rush and move in fast-motion. Sometimes their defense belts - clones or bots they’re possessing - can slow them down a bit, depending on how dense the bots are. It is evident how dense an object is by how difficult it is to possess it…] I recycled my write armor, before they drilled us bankrupt due to damage costs. Hell is not made for men, it’s made for devils. Do you want to be a character? If so, what type of character do you want to be? The more you judge God’s belongings, the more fear of being judged by his belongings will come to life in you. We belong to God. Demo turned and looked into the 4D as if he was on the news or something. He flipped it off. These guys were at like -15,000° each, that’s a lot of cheating. “What the junk is that? I want it – GET THAT CAMERA, NOW!” yelled Verin, a very impatient exile or fallen angel. Ultra Groove lifted off summoning a floating dance floor every so often, so he could attack airborne. They weren’t using their darkness or their extremely powerful evil-arctic projectiles, trying to seize the camera and see what we were doing. We could hear the heat sensors going off in their bionic eyes. Their scientists kick ass, man. Verin galloped and fell flat on his face or snout beak, I don’t know- I can’t even look at these uglys…I was losing bots, so, I possessed Edit before they got to him. “ROCKET HOOKS!” (WHOP!-BOOM! -…-BOOM!) “Try what you will…ATOMIC UPPERCUTS!” Edit is a holy-thief [300°] so his angelic skin is explosive resistant. “RUN!” They took a few snapshots, then a dark bot grabbed the camera and Verin atrociously nuked us, leaving behind a brutal blizzard of darkness. All I could see was my angels, flaring and searching for me. Someone kicked me in the head and unplugged my defense-belt. “PHOAHG-Hello…Son of a- (the wind whistles against his swinging foot) OHHWHHH!” I took another kick to the abdomen, curled with aching ribs, and rolled over slowly. He was an illegitimate ninety, named Scold Crimson… The illegitimate nineties are a troop of human ghosts who are at 90 to 99 death points. It’s not easy to obtain this rank. Eternal frostbite comes with 100 death points and you don’t want to know how much EF hurts. “Welcome, welcome…Ha-so you’re the prosperous write armor, the great super Marlynn?”
“HAT!” I couldn’t see him because he was inside a Hollownaut and only the bots have darkness sensors. Hey, I haven’t evolved like that… No – you can call me Mr. meeky. I don't think it's the right thing to beat up the nineties - they need love. Now if he was a devil, he'd get a good beat down! “Oh, don’t worry, I will let you live for now- not until after I rob you, and then I will kill you again and again and again. (WHHPP!) (AUGHHHH!)” I was the wealthiest angel in Axe, but I was just hoping he didn’t know; it sounded like he knew, but I wasn’t sure. If only I could see this guy, I’d take him out. Hey, he caught me off guard. It was the first time I was vulnerable in years. I was surprised, but not worried. “Super Marlynn, (OHF!) I got ya kid, oh my God - You got your butt kicked with a Quake Fu bot - You suck!” Scold Crimson possessed a palm tree, also taking his defense belt with him. Yeah, technology is on another level in this place. “Screw that, dude, they’re still here!” Demo sensed my life point, charged grenades with holy light, and started throwing at the palm tree. The darkness died. He unplugged Scold Crimson and the living light morphed into holy chains, which restrained Scold Crimson. Demo’s defense increased, according to his halo, and his exterior became even sharper on the eyes. “What do we have here? You’re goin down, ay’st!” Groove intimidated him with the idea of eternal captivity, but he just wanted the kid to change. “Oh, you’re all scum…” goes Scold Crimson. “ Just stop letting the devil use you, kid.” Demo punched him in the face and a demon fell out of his body. “LOOK AT THAT,” Groove screamed and got in his face, he got like mouth to mouth with the guy spitting and yelling like one of those southern pastors, “YOU ASKED FO’ FRENCH FRIES (amen)… BUT… (Come on) YOU EATIN’ SH’’ BISCUITS! (Amen) N’’’’, I CAN PEE IN YO’ MOUTH IF I WANTED TO!”
“Ha-What? - the heck are you talkin’ about?” I asked redundantly double clocked in my ragged, yet, expensive Edit bot. “N’’’’, I CAN PUT MY BALLS ON YO’ FOREHEAD, ONLY GOD HIMSELF CAN SAVE YOU! GET YO’ SH’’ TOGETHER, AND TAKE YO’ WACK ASS TO SCHOOL N’’’’ FIND YOU A GOOD GIRL WIT SOME BIG TITTIES, B’’’’! How you gone come in my house? - AT 3:45! - ON Friday!” I know nukewondo, WATHAAA!” He suppressed the light, “Get outta here, man-” said Groove; he recharged the light. “PSYCH, B’’’’! NEVA GETTIN' OUT!” Groove concluded… Then, he rapped about his hairline for a few
seconds and Demo let him go. “Wow God sure is very welcoming, he didn't even get me my last prayer.” Said Scold Crimson. He threw a bunch of invisible flying mines into the air and ran away. Zybu and Tablet show up holy guns blazing into thin air. “Zybu, what the hell…They got the camera.”
“Azarban and Hud led us here, so, all is well?”
“No- Where’s pooh?” I asked scanning the open world. The Amolvians were gonna be pissed! “Man’s in my heart,” answered Demo. “Ok, who lost Pooh, and don’t say me.” Vogue - an Amolvian woman and Groove’s wife - appeared and put her finger in Groove’s face. While giggling she said, “Ha-You lost Pooh!”
“Girl, bye…How I lose him? (♪HHHP♪)” Groove snarled humbly with his angelic mouth, using his flamethrower to cover up the cold purple air he exhaled. “Everybody’s been following you guys’ profile-belts since you started filming ‘Axe’; that’s how they found you in the first place.”
“Awh- Why y’all ain’t say nothin’...?”
“Why would I? There’s nothing
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