So you don't have to join that stupid group [quote] L3G1T 8Bit stepped onto the scene, his footsteps ringing like thunder, cloaked in darkness. Shadows hissed and recoiled from blogging about her shit as the member loomed closer. Knifes sprang from hidden sheathes as he began to walk faster, proceeding towards the shitposter with ominous purpose. Shadows writhed in discomfort, unable to move as tendrils of darkness rose up to restrain her, arms pinned tightly to her sides. 8Bit loomed above, a pixelated nightmare, the essence of death dripping from his soul. The knives came down: once, twice, thrice. Savage holes were torn in the helpless shitposter’s body as demonic souls screamed out of her mouth. Blood began to squirt in ridiculously gory amounts in streams that resembled the emptying of bilges. 8Bit’s garb began to turn from midnight black to a brilliant, crimson red. He turned and walked from the macabre display, the three dark knifes left implanted in the corpse. Crows began to flock to the body and pick its remains as it slumped to the floor beside the desecrated corpse of the former boyfriend. The red fog cleared and a new day was born, the sun rising oh so brilliantly over the sticky, crimson sands of the war zone. The nuclear fallout was enough to keep JOHN CENA at bay for the day as the weary heroes rested from their battle. Many users had been lost to the unnatural darkness, and would be honored that day. IchEsseKinder’s profile picture stood at the foot of a lonely grave on a hilltop overlooking #Destiny, the remains of Rogue Predalien shoveled beneath a mound of dirt stained with the tears of his comrades. Tyger’s heroic struggle ended that night as he died from his wound inflicted by the horns of the demons. He was buried ten feet under to the bitter crunch of dirt being shoveled atop his broken corpse. Zizou’s noble mane, stained and matted red with blood, was laid to rest along Tyger, the two noble cats lain together at rest. Dozens of burials were carried out that day, from dawn till dusk, on the hillside overlooking the battlefield. As each slain comrade was lowered into their resting places, the brave Floodians vowed new vengeance upon their evil enemy, who lay in wait, submerged beneath the boiling mass of death and locked threads, his two red, glowing eyes watching and waiting for a new time to strike. For every tear shed, a gleam appeared in an eye, vowing to take back what was rightfully theirs. A vision of a pristine, healthy forum glowed in each of the heroes’ minds and they picked themselves up with renewed vigor, saying their nightly vows to Achronos before swearing death on those who had brought their comrades to an untimely end. And as they laid their weary heads to rest, they dreamed of the new dawn, and the challenges to come. End of part 5[/quote]