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AT LAST!
THE PERFECT SCHEME TO MAKE THAT PINT-SIZED PLUMBER RUE THE DAY HE'D EVER BEEN DE-AGED!
Uh... Lord Bowser?
Silence, Troopa! You are going to follow these plans to the letter! Mario will be at my mercy by the end of tomorrow!
Lord Bowser, sir... the age virus ended some time ago.
... What?
You've been scheming behind closed doors for ( Read more... )
THE PERFECT SCHEME TO MAKE THAT PINT-SIZED PLUMBER RUE THE DAY HE'D EVER BEEN DE-AGED!
Uh... Lord Bowser?
Silence, Troopa! You are going to follow these plans to the letter! Mario will be at my mercy by the end of tomorrow!
Lord Bowser, sir... the age virus ended some time ago.
... What?
You've been scheming behind closed doors for ( Read more... )
The defective action figure thinks she can hit a nerve.
Let me correct you on a couple of simple elements.
One. My army is the best armed force in the digital world at this moment because ONE of my soldiers was able to steal the entire output of the Foundry Factory and ensure that no other force will ever again be able to so much as approach it, let along arm themselves with its spoils.
Two. I come from a video game world where the player is only able to beat me with the copius use of extra lives. For every time I've been beaten, I have watched Mario hundreds of times be devoured, burned alive, electrocuted, crushed into paste, and in the rare instance that he makes it to me, rended limb from limb by my own claws. The "Child's picture book" is because we're from a family friendly game. He could die in a shower of rainbows and sunshine, but he would still die. Extra lives are a boon for the player, NOT for him.
Three. Your cosmic horrors come from the same place as mine do. And I'll remind you, I have on several occasions beaten those horrors into oblivion and emerged on top. Just like I have HERE. Your attempts at intimidation are better suited to your pathetic sister, or those equally pathetic tamers that you seem to think you can prove yourself a monster by picking on.
So, now, you can either apologise, or you can come and try your hand at proving me wrong... Or I can cut to the chase, make one phone call to one of my numerous allies that will see you shot down, stripped for parts for my resident mad scientist Dr. Eggmon to research and discard as he finishes with them, and your frame melted down and recast as a bed pan which I will take great pleasure in placing in my castle's hospital with specific orders that it ONLY be used in the instances that a troopa has lost complete bowel control.
Do I make myself clear, CONSTRUCT?
(OOC: ... XD; IC Statements do not reflect OOC wishes. Hooo, didn't expect to need a disclaimer there...)
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Go ahead, I'd love to shoot them down instead. Then after that, I'll turn you into a crater -- from space.
Let me tell you a little about my kind. Before we were known as HSATs, we were originally going to be called the Strongest Warrior System. We are the ultimate warriors in the sky, land, sea, or space. So go ahead Bowser, send your toy soldiers after me, since you don't have the testicles to come after me yourself, dried up kappa.
Oh, by the way. I never lost a singe life on any of the Mario games that wasn't force upon me due to some ridiculous "hopeless fight" scenario or the like. In fact, I had to hack some of the games just to see a decent challenge from them.
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Silence at once! I will not have you threatening one of our senior allies!
You are on thin ice, understand?
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Last I knew, the only threat I made was one of retaliation if he dared to attack me.
Other then that. Fine. I'll back off.
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Mocking them usually gets interpreted as a threat.
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And there are just a few of the individuals on my speed dial.
Tick tock, little construct. Tick tock.
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