courts; 41 amusement parks, and 23 arcades! And the nukes were special to all, because they could not be devolved into demons, and they were the officers of Axe. His super-celled skin and angelic gear emitted tiny fireworks as his halo. The halo from his gear was bionic. He was the chief of the Generated Nukes, but his guards ranked higher than he did, because they weren’t as wealthy and they were hungrier for moons. He invented bionic double clocking to give speed to his espionage bots, but it was very expensive. That day, he was going to visit Lilyville to see his sister, Lily. In Lilyville, you can only use close combat and grapples with Lily’s glove, the Lily pad. It may sound like a frail device, but this thing swallows its victims whole with holy light and nukes them like a microwave. You have to have at least 50 life points or 50 death points to visit Lilyville. He equipped a Lily pad and increased his scourge rate. “I WILL GET MY REVENGE, SUPER HAT! WOOF!” howled a little white puppy dog who sounded like a boy. His name was Captain Snow; he was so adorable, but, on the inside, he was aggressive and dark unlike any other friendly dog. Tiny sparklers softly popped out of Groove’s armor and flew all over the place, being they were thrown by his signature spin. “HAHA – still got it.” as the hollow-thieves battled with him. He left behind a trail of torn hollownauts and aching steel bogeymen, redundantly executing his signature spin after every successful hit, he hurled his halo from his gear to scare away the stampede of hostiles from the secret entrance to Lily’s quarters. His halo fired holographic instances of his statistics. He was very nimble and intelligent. He possessed a nearby tree to confuse the monsters. Then he went into charm mode, so, the dark Gawnden could no longer follow his surround belt or their eyes would burn off! Then he got a call from his mentor Ezequador. “Yo…” he answered. “Hey, come see me as soon as possible. I have an emergency mission.” Orders Ezequador. “No problem, look, something’s wrong with Lily. She didn’t come out today, I’ll be there after I finish checkin’ on her.”
“Alright, Gawnden, I’ll be in the white room.”
“Cool, I’ll be right there in a few minutes.” As you know, surround belts can’t possess things with us, but Groove’s surround belt was one of his charm projectiles, so, the cameras and speakers went wherever he wanted. Lily was following him, so, she sat, waiting for him to stop in front of her, but he kept adding goofy dances to his signature spin… One of his songs faded in and blew her away. She couldn’t stop laughing because his signature spin – a hovering 3 sliding spins right, 3 sliding spins left, and yanking off his hat – was extended with redundant pop-locks, fist pumping, and floor humping. He summoned water on his skin, where it looked like he was sweating hard; he flung some of it off his forehead with his hand and pretended to pass out. Lily and her friends laughed because he wouldn’t just stop. She abandoned the microbotical replica of herself and instantly revealed to him what was bothering her. She was mutating into some type of athletic ninja babe. She sighed and began to sniffle. “What’s happening to me?” Her friends rubbed her head to comfort her. Groove’s baby sister – the most innocent and sweetest person he ever knew – would never be the same again. He forced himself to stop crying by looking into her new eyes to persuade her that things would be fine. He kissed her goodbye and summoned a clone of himself to guard her doorway. She cried harder in Groove’s rear camera. The camera turned to see it was being left behind, jumped up, and took off to catch up with Groove. Dark villains and super heroes were lined up all the way to the outside of the castle to visit the white room. Most of the time, the villains were making ridiculous offers to Joelnaq and Ezequador to trade players. “Now, you KNOW you cheat too much!” Ezequador disapproved an illegitimate ninety named Captain Fat ass titties, sent by a demon to sign Little-Azarban with high hopes. Little was always being suspended so he thought they had a chance. “We want to trade Wrath for Little Azarban…”
“You guys are breakin’ my heart… How stupid is that? “
“I really don’t like your attitude.”
“Don’t say another word to me, the answer’s no! You just came all the way down here from your base to get on my nerves- again.”
“Well, he’s not being treated fairly because you guys never let him do sh’’. You guys are the ones who are cheating us.”
“You used to be a child molester! That’s crazy!”
“We’ll throw in a free ‘FREE SATAN’ T-shirt…”
“Get the hell out of my white room, before I melee bar you myself!” The eerie captain shoved people out of his way like he wasn’t lying and he was being treated unfairly… God was sitting on the plank in Joelnaq and Zybu’s old spot above Ezequador. Spy-cherubs played on his lap, some formerly synthetic or bots whom had evolved into angels. If a bot looks at holy skin, it will become human. Captain Fat ass titties turned around, pointed at Ezequador, and approached him saying, “Hey, gimme a BREAK, man, I don’t have any experience,” then he pointed to God, “And YOU need to get off your fat ass!” God was overflowing with power, he was wearing a jersey holding a flag, and his voice was full of undying peace. He laughed at the captains tattoo- THE HUMAN TITTY, (AAA!) the eternal air in his lungs blew the cupids so hard they screamed and held on to his robe to stay with him. God is modest, so, he doesn’t like people to know when he’s helping them. Suddenly, life began to deplete from the captain every time he sought to lie. Another ninety named Grad Shaky; a young black guy cuts in line and starts singing, “Baby-ooh-ughh, cut…pull my arm n’’’’…” Every time he starts singing, he cramps up really bad in his upper body for no reason. His arms start to contract like his bones are shrinking. Super Groove hails in, whirling and dancing. When he sees the nineties, he locked on to them. “LUCE HAS NO COMPASSION?” He changes his groove projectiles to these spiky darts attached to ordinary ropes. Every time he break-danced the darts shot at the nineties. He double clocked and all the villains got out however they could. He twisted, accelerating his smooth sliding spin across the floor, until finally yanking off his cap releasing firework halo. A former ninety named Tablet – a young Caucasian Goth guy - who had just converted was there, and he didn’t understand the spy cherubs behavior. “Why are they snooping around behind God, as if they can rob him?”
“Behold thy grace, O false prophet, don’t just say it, do it…Bring them to justice…Behold, that is how I made them; that is how they play. They cannot get into trouble; I know what they like and that they are trying to steal the comfort from thy heart to leave me by running away with it.” God’s compassion filled Tablet. “Why do I get so mad? Where does all my anger come from?”
“That’s how strong God made you; boy that ain’t you; why would you imprison your mind? That’s the sons of Lucifer, their affect and pressure is already arranged by the things they did. Get mad, nobody cares…”
“Better be thankful for the life you got… You talk about yourself like you're a chic who's about to dump you…”
“Amen…Somebody would be happy with what you got… the body and the mind too. Let people make their own mistakes and learn on their own you can't control all people, just you…”
“Some people ain’t got no clothes to keep warm, people freezin’… those who know God would defend you and lighten your burdens… Aches are in the flesh, not the spirit – the loins, heart, head and belly… See, God still loves you no matter how much pain you’re in… The spirit is God’s business. This is God’s battle, not Tablet’s!” The Amolvians encouraged Tablet as he wept. Then, Christ appeared, stepped toward Tablet with one foot, and slid the other to him. He tapped Tablet on the shoulder with his staff. Tablet turned and saw refuge in Christ and hugged him.
Two Banden members sit in the white room and bicker by the calm waters. "I’m apposed to WULE MEW WOAHMAAWA - he's my God!"
"MOW HE ISN'T! HE'S MY GOD!" They start wrestling. "AAA!" Ezequador broke them up saying, "HEY! HEY! What in the world are you doing?"
"HE DID IT!" they both blame one another, pointing to the other and looking at Ezequador. "We're family,
stick together."
"It was him!"
"MOW IT WASN'T! YOU-" they start scrappin' again. "AAAA!"
"GUYS - you can't afford old New Amolvia, how many Hollowbots do you have? And stop pointing fingers like I don't already know whose fault it is...I don't care who started it."
"He did!"
"WYOAHW!"
“Super Groove, we have discovered a new organ in Little-Azarban. Since you are training him to age, you must Gawndihowl and put on this cloak to infiltrate Ban’s secret operation to steal a cheesecake from the grand cherub. Using the unidentified organ, he can build worlds inside things he possesses and he can nuke new organs into someone instantly! We need you to possess the items listed and see if there’s any funny business going on inside them.”
“Gawndihowl morph.” A cloaked mini-man possesses an artifact that Ban regularly possesses and heads down a long white hallway inside, his little shoes spitting halo like mini fireworks triggered by his steps. The architecture was splendid; the place had chandeliers and everything! He suppresses his halo with tiny bionics. He held his little head down and stepped into a gathering of thumb-sized rebels. There was a stage, and
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