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Super Musicians Breakthrough Do

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by Marlynn Swanigan

than the army of Hades’ blurry armor was. Axe had always been the same, even before it was the games. And Hades grew more and more ill everyday he spent on the throne of the boiler room - Place was filthy anyway. Hades is so weak from illness; it appears that he has fallen asleep, suffering pain so great, no man could relate. Little-Azarban hops up into his lap and says, "Dood, wou foahgot to pway." he bows his head and closes his eyes. We close our eyes because God is within all of us, yet, we don't have to. "Deaw Gob, I want a dinosoah; I want a...uhm...some watoah....” Azarban's prayer is slightly different from the guys at the temple, but God understands him. Well, anyway, they had joined Hades’ army, but they were crippling it. They stood on a planet in the Axe heavens, (♪HHROAHRHHH♪) (♪Whi’widowdhh ♪) fighting off the ETs and attacking monsters therein… “Name and rank?” prompted the guy at the booth, ashamed to see such mighty beings dwelling in Hades’ staff. The exiles helped Hades get where he was, but nobody liked the guy. They all wanted him dead! The guy in the booth stared at Joel and Zybu like they were absolutely-completely disgraceful. He also dreaded what they would do to Hades’ enemies, considering most of his enemies are innocent human beings. Like the native sorcerers, Hades had extra terrestrial operatives he had tamed during his conquest. Fiery smoke gassed up from Joelnaq’s eyes, fading near his hairline, as he stared at the stars. “Zybu.” The winged lion, sneaky and sly, turned his head to Joelnaq, who calmly sighed, “Super Ay’est…”

  “What are your conditions?”

  “We want to be with Hades, in his castle.”

  “Oh-really? Yay for you…” As they headed to another moon for more publicity, the slaves were heard banging tarnished instruments behind them. Suddenly, Zybu told Joelnaq, “I’ll be back in a few hours, kid.” The sons of Lucifer had a reward for Zybu’s arrest. “What? C’mon, dude, you gotta be kiddin’ me!” A lasso of dark magic grasped Zybu by his hind paw and yanks him back down to the station. ♫°

  Gawndihowl morph…

  ♫°Joelnaq had been accepted as one of Hades’ loyals. In fact, he sat above his throne in the boiler room, so annoyed at the organist. He was so annoyed he prayed for a chance to knock him out, sincerely, to God like it wasn’t violent or harmful at all. The music was so horrible he had to wear earplugs to keep from crying. He sat there waiting for Zybu to someday tell him it was over. He watched many of Hades’ victims carried away to the lions and some thrown into the boiler surrounding the throne. “Joelnaq, why are you so down?”

  “I miss Aladdin.”

  “What is this thing?” Hades just sat staring at Ban, frustrated with a cupid sitting in his lap staring back at him. “AAHH-HAHA!” Azarban watched Hades like a kid watchin’ cartoons. He had never seen a crown before, so, Hades’ bizarre model definitely tickled him. I mean – he looked like a clown, ya know? Every time he budged, Little’s eyes lit up! It looked like he had some kind of goofy balloon animal on his head… “Gawnden, the Lord’s voice is crammed full of undying peace.” Joelnaq believed Zybu and finally fell asleep. “Ezzy, we’ve searched every corner.”

  “No Joelnaq, no break. (aw, c’mon.)” There was a spirit of love over Super Amolvia, and hope. Though none of the Amolvians could eat or sleep, they kept making new recipes and adding new foods to this big giant table for the two princes. The food couldn’t spoil or rot. “I wish you were with me.”

  “We’ll see them again, prince Ezequador…God will find them.”

  “The angels definitely know the whereabouts of these Amolvians, but Amolvians...invented holy fire.” said Ezequador in his throne flying an Amolvian kite. ♫°

  “ENEMY MULTI-D, TAKE YOUR POSITIONS!” cried the real Super Ay’est aloud, prepared for the worst, dark mines and airborne mines hailing around him, binding and harvesting the Super Amolvian bots… Their aim used to be life points; now they just want to film for super multiplexes of their own, so, they pursue bots. Bot Hades tried to creep behind the exiles to swipe and break one of their cameras, but he was caught and sacrificed! It was like a shootout in a western, but with high beams and supernaturally charged guns. We think it’s so big to do something good or be loving, but it ought to be hard for us to do wrong and hate… Allow the gospel to stabilize you from inside out…

  Quick tip: Don’t stack or organize things around a spy-cherub, they’ll think it’s a training exercise and possibly destroy it… And there’s nothing you can do, ya know? Ya leave the room neat, two seconds later, you walk back in to an adorable little fairy screaming playfully and hiding underneath a ripped up sheet of paper. I mean this book was so easy to produce - really…In my dreams’ dreams, but…

  Gawndihowl morph…

  (The ‘Groove Fighter’ narrator audio plays) ♫° “Lord Geryon...” A dark Moonnaut fleet try to get into the exile Geryon’s bionic eyes so he wouldn’t carelessly sacrifice them. “JUST FREEZE IT AND DRILL THROUGH!” They were on a conquest, but there was a holy waterfall, set like a giant wall materializing out of thin air, in their path. It looked like they could fly over it but when they tried the living water followed them not allowing the Moonnauts to pass without a fight. Ezequador watched from the white room and laughed at their effort. Finally, an illegitimate 90 named Scold Tablet yanks out a notebook and writes himself onto the other side of the holy waterfall using sorcery. “HORAYYY!” they applaud. “I quit…” Tablet told the exiles through the calm waters. “NOT WITHOUT A FIGHT, YOU DON’T” said a ten foot faun, named Taybah, who sometimes morphed into a clean-cut man wearing a suit, but at that time, he had to go full force. Verin grew so angry at Tablet, he tried to shoot through the wall of holy water! Yet, he was still betrayed. “How does it feel to be deceived?” Tablet asked, feeling a warm sensation in his belly, and feeling safe on the other side of the waterfall. Mega Verin pulled out a radio and gave a demand, “ALL VILLIANS, IF YOU SEE TABLET, BIND HIM ON SIGHT!” and the dark Gawnden understood. Tablet turned around and dodged a trio of dark torpedoes one-by-one - Duck-dodge-roll; he got hot and pushed holy fireballs from his hands! A gargantuan faun named Leonard jumped in Tablet’s way with the body of a horse; he broke the ground underneath he was so heavy and broad. He roared and took a fireball to the head. It knocked him off his balance and knocked him out! Mega Verin covered his face with his hands and said, “Tell me this guy is gonna be unconscious when I look up!” He sighed and looked up. What followed was one of the greatest shootouts in the history of the games. He was only one man, but he made it… He shot and wrote his way to Super Amolvia’s border; orchestral began to play to his body movements like an animated film or a cinematic cartoon. Twin brothers, Super Edmund and Super Edwin, who were standing at the edge of the cliff, overlooking the deep crevasse by the bridge, greeted him. “Dude, where’s the ground...?”

  “I’ll give you a bot if you jump...”

  The beat box mosquitoes make rhythms with their mouths to unwind the humans and consume their Hollowbots. This story is strictly for the B-boys. “Super, you’re Azarban’s new mentor? I thought Zeus’s kid was gonna fill in?” Aged to look about 23 years old, Groove’s face fired up with disappointment and confusion. Formerly trusted Hercules walks by Groove and Veunic in one of Lily’s gardens, near the Groove world border. It was the grand opening of Watch and Luck’s new arena, ‘deprivation’. Everyone was required to wear Luck and Watch’s gear to enter, so, Veunic was all gadget draped, from head to toe. When you’re winning all the Generated Nukes abilities become available to your team. It’s a quick gamble. The object is to keep the other team’s luck away from them or it will give them double power. Hercules ignores Groove and sips a cup of tea with the old, ‘I did it, but it’s inevitable’ face on…. Watch and Luck snicker at the way Groove stared at Hercules. “HERC!?”

  “(♪Slurp♪) Huh?”

  “I thought you were gonna cover for me; I told you I didn’t have time to - what happened, man?”

  “I didn’t want to!”

  “Duhh-dihwohthooh,” he mocked Hercules, his brothers fighting to
deposit air in the laughed out lungs. “Why didn’t you just say that, so I could ask someone else, bro?!”

  “Groove, just let it go.”

  “I CAN’T! – I CAN’T LET IT GO, VEUNIC! THIS IS A WAIST OF TIME!”

  “Look at yourself, super. Who picks on a human?”

  “NO, HERCULES IS A D’’’! HE’S JUST JEALOUS AND HE KNOWS IT!”

  “EZEQUADOR APPROVED IT FOR A REASON, so, GO YELL AT HIM!”

  “KEEP LYING AND GOING THE ROUTE YOUR GOING, AND YOU’RE GONNA BE BACK…SHOVELING…SH’’! GO BLESS YOURSELVES!” spat the groove fighter, taking a few steps away and using his signature Amolvian lift-off as a signal that he was done talking. His voice was like his lungs were bigger than his whole body. He wasn’t really upset, he was just kidding. The angels like work. His voice was holy, so, he could nuke with it. He was just a performer; naturally, his millions of followers were always entertained. Some thought it was scripted, until they met him. He looked Amolvian, but his hair was cut low and wavy. His world ‘Super Groove World’ was the most popular arena in Axe. It made the competitors drift lightly like an air hockey puck or a lack of gravity. It had over 77 custom arenas, fields, and

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