They stopped there to get some money. Casual swiped a monster's sword, put it in the monster's belly, and drew from his holster a dense hollowbotic gun double clocking his d-belt. The monsters growled as Casual fired. Zybu says, "Easy, cub..." to get his attention and tell him to follow as he ran off...That night, Inn was under investigation for illegal chemicals. The exiles shared a profit of Inn's sums. It was a haunted house and exquisite hotel resort. The dream manipulating demons are very weak and easy to bind. One kid just said 'Jesus'. They roared some of the people awake; they went inside the rooms to double check, harps playing in all the rooms... Most of the doors were locked, so Zybu roared them down! The last room he ran into, a teenage girl slept with green gas traveling in and out her nostrils when she breathed. "HRROARH!" her eyes open a tad, then close tight. He lifted her head and shook her, "No,-no-no, baby, wake up! Come on..." he tries, she never responds. A lullaby mosquito sings and lands on the girl's nose...It ate some of her d-belt/armor...Then, it sang to Zybu, flying close, full of green gas... "Brilliant...The mosquitoes make it legal..."♫ Bot Casual charges onto the set, hops into the room, and dives on Bot Zybu with brute force! “CUT...."
"Hell naa, keep rollin'!" Bot Zybu beat the hell out of Casual...He binds the exile and celebrates. You haven’t seen the last of your fears, face the music, face reality. “Gawndihowl Morph-”
(The ‘Horrible the Warlock: Dark and Proud’ narrator audio plays) ♫One of the super Hat’s many treasures was a training base for Warlocks. The base was full of warlocks from the top floor to the bottom all working day and night on the same techniques and spells. The grand warlock told reporters, “It may be boring to do the same exercises, but when we hit, we’ll hit the hardest.” One day a sorcerer named ring, who was wealthy in illegal hollowbotics, casted a spell on all the warlocks in the base who knew the grand warlock’s spells. The way he did it was interesting – he fired his magic ring at the grand warlock and an evil clone warlock appeared. The evil clone dashed throughout the building smacking them with magic as they defended themselves! They all turned into concrete gnomes, all except one named Horrible. Horrible didn’t listen to anything the grand cherub told him, except the stories he told of the Amolvian wands. He even drew a map of the location of all the wands. He didn’t look much like the other warlocks, so they let him do what he wanted. He had the pointy ears and the pointy hat, but his eyes had no pupils, they were just white and his eyebrows were very thick; his body was more muscular and he was a bit taller. “Super Hat, Ring is wreaking havoc on the warlocks. Should we go in?”
“No, I wanna see what this one’s gonna do. He’s got it…” Tablet followed Horrible and the Generated Nukes watched along, cheering for the klutzy warlock. Horrible sticks his head out the small door of the base. The direction he looked, he saw no one. “Oh, what is this?” Horrible jumped and fell down. Then, he got up and ran out with the grand cherub’s wand, aiming it at Ring. “I’LL USE THIS, GET BACK!” Horrible shrieked, shaking in his trainer’s boots. “Nice shoes.”
“Oh, you think so? I thought they were nice. I just had to borrow ‘em.” Hat covers his face with his hands and laughs. “So, Horrible, is it? It seems you’ve earned yourself some follows, hmm? I like a good challenge, so here’s what I’m gonna do,” tapping a staff made of light that extended from the jewel in his ring, strong energy rocking Horrible with each knock. “I’ll give you a shot, kid, I’d kill you now, but my life is so boring.” Horrible fired and missed, the lance stopped underneath him, between his legs, and threw him like 80 feet into the air. “The only way to beat me is to cast a spell on me that I don’t know. Here’s my number, when you’re ready for a real gauntlet, call me.” Horrible bumped his head really hard face first. He shook his head and said, “You and what army?”
“AHAAHAA! – Ha-I’m so sorry-ha-ha-ha-ha…” Hyper Cape cried in one of Hat’s arenas, constructing his own arena, also following Horrible as he watched over his laborers.
“I’ll call you, now, star sixty nine bitch! OW!” said Horrible, with a headache that can get you exempt from mid-terms! “Oh, another thing, don’t bring the same instrument. You don’t want to end up a donkey like your trainer.”
“HEY, I’m the only donkey around here…I mean, not that I’m complaining.” Gong vanished. (♪Message Received♪) [Super Tablet: “Horrible, the wands are in New Amolvia.”] Horrible squeezed the grand warlock’s wand, put it in his pocket, and ran off to avenge his friends. His chakra bursts huge bugs and creepy critters out of his shoes and hands. He may not have been accepted as the hero he always dreamed of being by the outside world, but his family looked up to him for comfort. The warlocks loved him for who he was. As he ran, he realized that and cried, “TO AMOLVIA!” (♪Message Received♪) [Super Tablet: “Agent 00NO, You’re goin’ the wrong way, turn around!”] He stops and looks back. He called his window and went to navigation software; it said New Amolvia’s portal was behind him.♫
LEVEL 18 (Insane Deprivation)
Highlights:
Super Replay: (♪“IT AIN’T OVER ‘TIL THE FAT LADY SINGS! BEAUTIFUL SCOURGE RATES THIS MONTH!”♪)
♫New Amolvia was an abandoned wasteland, buried in sand. The old huts were filled with sand to their roofs. Horrible was terrible at attacking, so he just ran from the monsters, he had to avoid the furious steel brutes. He tried to fire his wand, but kept shooting single gummy bears from it. The sun, the stars, and the moon were gone, and hungry steel dragons sniffed around digging around with their claws in the darkness. Horrible hit his head on a torch post. “OWWAH! (♪Message Received♪) HEY, IS ANYBODY HERE? I NEED A FLASHLIGHT OVER HERE! WHOO-HOOO! I-GOT-A-NOTHER MESSAGE (♪SNAP!♪); I’M FA-MOUS! (♪CLAP!♪) OH-YEAH! WHO-IS-IT?” [Super Tablet: “00NO, you have to use stealth, quiet down, there are dragons among you!”] A dragon leapt at Horrible and he fired a single gummy bear from his wand. Suddenly, Horrible tripped and was swallowed up by the dragon….The dragon exploded and Horrible stood fierce holding the dark Amolvian razor wand. It looked like a spiky saw made of shiny stainless steel; the wand was bigger than he was, so he had to hold it with two hands. He was covered in goo and he kept tasting it to see if it would get better, it didn’t. He puked and some of his followers’ stomachs turned. His announcer says, “Tryin’ to discover a new sauce, I guess.” He didn’t trip anymore, the wand gave him confidence. It was like it fit him perfectly, he double clocked and kept onward. His chakra changed to Bots that appeared, ran with him, and assisted him when needed! ♫ Bot Horrible starts firing at intruders, assisted by his chakra. “I NEED BACKUP!”
“DAMN IT! I didn’t even get to the gauntlet!” I whined. “THIS IS MORE LIKE IT, SUPER MARLYNN. DARKNESS!” yells an exile, possessing my Mega Ring bot. “OK, it’s like that? Y’all keep filming these cheating ass cowards.”
LEVEL 19
Solo Objective: Bind the officers
Multiplayer Objective: Race – Be the first to lead the team to victory for an extra trophy
Dark Objective: Take the life points and move on
Highlights:
Super Replay: (♪“JESUS CHRIST WHAT A COMBO!”♪)
“The Holy-Gawnden-”:
“Meanwhile, the Dark Gawnden-”: +
Did you know? If you put a live fly in the freezer, a ghost will possess it when you take it out and fly off in it's body. “Gawndihowl morph….”
(The ‘Demolition’ narrator audio plays) ♫The heavyweight Ultra Cape's arena was finally completed. The first day, everybody stood underneath it - it was in the clouds above Super Groove World - they registered and chose teams; they geared up with demolition capes for airborne combat and explosive resistance. If you swing the cape, whatever you're locked onto, it will leave your back to attack by manipulating the weather! The guitar strings on Cape's chest played and comforted the people. In the arena, Little-Azarban's newfound organ was widely taken advantage of in the final touch ups. The clouds double clocked and contained microscopic worlds for the ghosts to dwell in wh
en they possessed them. The demolition cape was mandatory. The rules were simple - demolish the other team's base... Hat was giving practical jokes to the humans with charms and frolicking with the explosives. Cape turned and chakra erupted from his armor. "Ok, Hat, that's enough - AY! GET BACK HERE!" Somebody tried to fly off too early. "Bzzz!" The rocket mosquitoes, in full body suits, hopped into these tiny aircrafts and, one-by-one, they flew into the clouds like pilots... They don't drink blood, even though the bots have it, they drink clones! The dark Gawnden were preparing way to cheat, as usual... Cape was chewing gum, walking around like a football coach; he could see through the exiles' walls... "THAT'S ALRIGHT, I GOT SOME MELEE BARS FOR YO' ASS!" He had that sports man swagger goin'... "BOAA, WHAT YOU WANT?"
"I WANNA BE ON YO' TEAM..."
"C'MON!" Cape directed a young boy to were his team was standing with his hand, as Hat was still throwing explosives at everyone, snickering, and possessing things to hide. Tiny fireworks shot out of his costume as if they were possessing him, going off, small but highly detailed. "I NEED FO' MO’ PEOPLE," Cape answered the crowd while they begged him to pick them and
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