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Fires 12,000 Megatonne Nuclear Warhead into your Diemension. Blows off your left arm.

I grow a new one. Besides, I can invalidate your attack before it ever happened because "Diemension" ain't a word and you didn't have inter-dimensional 12,000 Megatonne Nuclear Warhead.
'tis all in the detail..

We have a party cause were bored.

All hail Darkvoidof40k !!!

black templar wrote:All hail Darkvoidof40k !!!

Amen.

BIC:

Darkvoidof40k grants his minion, black templar, the power of a demi-God, also gifting to him his own portion of the universe to rule over.

Fauntleroy hated being cloned. He disliked the uncertainty present in not knowing whether your atoms were going to stick back together in something that resembeled what you were before. Still, it had worked this time, so he could give praise to the Scrazznissiah (a perculiar blend on Scrazz-themed and traditional technotheological beliefs). Teleporting himself back to the bridge of the My Little Pony, Fauntleroy paced to the front of the craft, only pausing to shoot a panicking underling in the head with his beloved Ripper pistol 'Ellie'. To restore order, of course.
Looking out from the deck of his spacecraft, the Warmonger saw the battle raging between the noble cultists and the dastardly foe Darkvoid. The Tech-priest wondered how his beloved master was doing in his battle, but then realized that he had more pressing concerns. Looking at the Sodomuffin cannons, which had been blasting out Rainbow beams of death-ness for the past few hours, Fauntleroy gave a mechanical giggle. He had a cunning plan.

OOC: This is the best idea I've ever had.

No, I was the best idea you've never had!!!1!

'sides, we're in different universes, silly.

On the Bridge of the The SS Better than Superman , Batman , The Emperor , Chuck Norris and Darth Vader reaper and his mechnicle servents ploted against Darkvoid
"I'm out of ideas"
"Roger that"
But Blood Reaper had a great idea
"Screw Battle Lets get drunk!"
"Roger Roger"
After geting Drunk the Droids decided the best thing to do. Fire more missiles and ignore the Cultsists fighting near the zone of impact
"Open fire!"

Flying by in his mighty warship," The Blame Darko",..
The HIgh Grand Poobah of all evil clowns glared at his instrument panel...a cruel smile spreading across his face...

" Load the Tombstone torpedoes!! and bring all Zombie Canons online!!" The Mighty Fitzz roared to his crew of scantaly clad females in clown makeup and midgets on roller skates...

" Fire up the whiskey lasers!! and bring the Pie tossers to bear!!!!...This shall be a day long remembered ...it has seen the end of Patrick...it will now see the end of Darko!!!" cackled the maniac clown.

Wooohooow! FITZZ is on my side, you're doomed Darko, you're doomed.

O.O

I thought I could trust you FITZZ, but ohhhh noooo... you've brought this upon yourself!

BIC:

Darkvoidof40k thinks his opponents out of existence.

And we use The Hypnotoad. ALL GLORY TO THE HYPNOTOAD!

OOC: I think the Cult requires some inspirational theme tune if we hope to suceed.
BIC: As the battle raged throughout the inky darkness of the non-universe, a piercing battlecry broke through the chilling silence. It was simple, only two words in length, but more chilling for that.
"OHHHH, YEAHHH!"
Darko's concentration was broken as rainbow beams blasted through the vacuum, the My Little Pony blasting into the alternate reality. Atop it a solitary figure stood playing the air guitar, lasers firing from the air of his Fender. For a moment, it could be mistaken for the tech-priest Fauntleroy, but on closer inspection it was much worse. The Martian ahd broken all codes of war and unleashed the Cult's most might Daemon-prince; a creature only slightly less powerful than Scrazz himself.
Charlie Sheen.

OOC, OK, I'l get the Cult Of Scrazz a suitable theme song. Y'all just wait.

not our theme song, but we ARE lost in space, aren't we?

ALL GLORY TO HYPNO TOAD!
Thousands of Mindless Battle Droids chanted as they aproched the worlds of Darkvoidof40k , constanlty chanting to their great master. THE HYPNOTOAD. However on the SS Better than Superman , Batman , Spiderman , Darth Vader , The Emperor , Chuck Norris and Several 70's Bands.
"Lord Reaper do you think THE HYPNO TOAD is a good thing to help the troops?"
"Glory to Scrazza! We will destroy the enemy with our Multilasers and other deadly Weapons!"

OOC: Hmm, not bad, but if it pleases you most benevolent leader I think this most accurately reflects our manifesto:

As God of his universe/reality, Darkvoidof40k kicks you all out. Mind the Puppy by the exit now, don't step on it. It's really a nuclear bomb.

How bought this?


Or

it sound flemish. Is it? I can't really make it out.

what about this?

Scrazza wrote: it sound flemish. Is it? I can't really make it out.

It is, in essence, a song about riding around on a Mastodon.

Surfin' Bird! I love that song! As the Cult of Scrazz, we are awesome. And awesome cults have more then one theme song. Let's have ten.

Bleh. I no longer care.

Little lord Fauntleroy wrote:

Scrazza wrote: it sound flemish. Is it? I can't really make it out.

It is, in essence, a song about riding around on a Mastodon.

An epic Story. This is from now forth, Theme song nr 1

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Bleh. I no longer care.

Your lack of Interest disturbs me.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Bleh. I no longer care.

The Mighty Fitzz roared with laughter as his Apathy rays washed over Darko...

" Fetch me a keg of Beer a Rubber Chicken and several copies of Pink Flamingo!!!" Fitzz cackled to a serving wench clad in a gold sequenced bikini and wearing Glenn Becks head for a hat.

EDIT:...

Leaning back in his command chair that was fasioned to resemble a giant public toilet ..The king of evil clowns adjusted his speaker volume to 11 and inserted an 8-track tape of Barry Whites greatest hits into his sound system...

" Ahh...one must learn to enjoy the little things." Fitzz thought as he absently tossed a custard and cyanide filled pie at a passing midget.

Wenches...hmmm.... .... ahha!

Theme song Nr 2




'I want more wenches, more wenches and mead. I want more wenches, lots o' wenches is what I need. '

...

Blood Reaper decides that his minions bring him his favorite pet , The Hypnotoad and play "Surfin Bird". He then ponders on the point of the war and wonders why the war began , "Why are we fighting" he crys out and is answered quickly. "Lets get drunk." He agreed. Pissed Blood Reaper teleported onto Scrazza's command ship and falls alsep wondering were everyone is?

WARORK decides that since it seems like everyone is ganging up on poor old Dark, that he'd help him out by blasting his supa krooza out of the void and back into the universe while yelling

"LEEEROYYYYYYYY JIINNNKEEEEENS!!!!!"

and blaring this from every speaker, especially the uber speakers attached to the front of the krooza and settng them to the "MAXIMUM OVERLOAD EARKILLY" setting




and this is what the orks looked like while they were rokkin out.




(what do you think Dark, a decent them song? )

Who is this Leroy Jenkins fellar?