I use my artistic skills to give us all special anti-weeb weapons: I get a historically accurate sword, which is very effective against their clumsy ridiculously-oversized anime swords, @Senit gets a flamethrower to burn their body pillows, and @Ghid gets the ultimate weed-slaying weapon, his iconic baseball bat
I see @Ghid @Senit and @NOTAHFFAn arming up and wonder what they’re doing. I go over to talk to them.
“Good day @Rukah how are you?” I asked while burning some weebs that were getting to close.
“Excuse me mr. @senit but am I a weeb?” rukah asks while maintaining the swirling vortex of lewa swords around himself.
“If you’re not one of them, how did you get here? We’re surrounded, if you didn’t notice!” I say
“oh lol” I say.
Then I started hurling massive hurricanes of lewa blades at the weebs
I see @Rukah, verified weeb, attempting to ‘aid’ us, and I recall how he destroyed Cordax’s sweater.
With no remorse I kick him into the hordes below, wondering if the weebs will think his swords are anime collectibles.
Noo! NOOOooooO!! I am overrun by the weebs. I quickly create a tornado of lewa swords and fly away from the battle.
As @Rukah flies from the swarm, I can spot two redditors as they fall from the ceiling and pin him to the mob, being beaten repeatedly with gurren lagan collectibles and half-shredded body pillows of shrek.
@NOTaHFfan and I stand atop the pile of bodies, staring down the hordes that threaten us, kicking and slashing at all the uncivilized hands daring to touch the high emperor. Let them try.
Flying away from a battle is quite the challenge when it is rapidly engulfing this miserable earth…many a weeabo is pulverised in vain attempts to grab a “Katana” from the “Katana Tornado.”
Meanwhile:
On a remote Coral Atoll,
In a sub terrain facility,
A computer sounds a tone.
OOC: also uh, talk about heck of thing to miss while I was asleep, really wish I could dive in sooner!
I stand below continuing to let those who come to close burn.
I see all the death happening around me.
I know it all has to end.
"@Brickbot99 please I know you can do it, free us of this mess.“
I hope for a response.
Winger, Ghid’s loyal sixteenth scribe, writes everything down.
The epic battle reaches its peak! Soon we will find out if our heroes are able to save the world from the threat of the weeb empire!
And so…
I wake up and realise that everything that happened above was just my fever dream caused by drinking too much green tea last evening. “Man, what a weird dream I just had… I really need to find a better lifestyle.”-I say, getting prepared to face the new day.
To be continued…
Cordax, the Chaotic Neutral bard, burns it all.
Oh no, the weebs have trapped @NOTaHFfan in a “trapped in old life” delusion, go Onua saws, awaken him!!!
I unleash a mental attack at @NOTaHFfan in desperate need to help @Brickbot99 to awaken him.
In his dreams he sees me busting down his door. But to him it feels normal, like an everyday routine. As soon as I try to talk I get banned from the dream world.
“Noooooo, I thought that we established that everything that happened in this topic so far was just my fewer dream, don’t make me go through all of this again!”-says my subconsciousness, not wanting to go out of the illusion
Sensing the threat looming over the world, and the fate of @NOTaHFfan, I invoke my high emperorly power and shatter the world, letting the illusion bleed through and become reality.
As for the weebs, and he*ck itself, you don’t want to know where they ended up.
In this refreshed world devoid of weeb overpopulation, I stalk out of my ten story mansion home to get the mail while @NOTaHFfan attends to his partially destroyed door from @Senit smashing into and through it.
“Well, now this is a normal world” I said, “Are we finally free of the battlegrounds? Nonono… that shall not be”
Realising that a world of peace would end in the universe getting ended, I force Greg to canonise our ability to respawn.