Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25083348-20151115034659/@comment-24491127-20151119111922

The Ancient Pult Ancestor wrote: RandomzSunfish23901 wrote: So yeah. After a few thousand years, us Corn Masters reigned supreme! Oh, what is this? *flying over Suburbia, sees the gory mess* NOOOOO! BLUE WAS SO YOUNG!!! *fires heat-seeking cob missiles at Pachy, breaking him into pieces like Blue* Now that that's done, where to next?

Uh... I want to see what Suburbia looked like in 5,000 BC. Then Pachy reformed, invigorated by the energy...

Pepper-pult: Fool. My friend here is not an ordinary dino. He is made of sunlight. He does not have the same type of skin & bones mortals do. In short, he is a celestial being that cannot be killed.

(Pachy roars in anger, his head charging up for a laser beam...)

Pachy: Groowl...(translates to: Foolish mortal...perhaps I shall silence you up for your insolence...)

Pepper-pult: Hold your anger, sir (Pachy, who is by the way, far older than Pepper-pult, stops charging his laser ray). So, doctor, you better learn to hold your kernels up, or I will make it my next mission to terminate YOU!

(transforms into a Pepper-pult version of Kernel Corn)

I, as the Ghost Fire, the Terminator, am giving you a warning...You don't want to test me, doctor. You never will want to know the consequences if you dare...

Pachy: Groowl...(You don't want to test my master, b***ard...And boy, I'm in  a good mood for some movie & popcorn tonight...)

Pepper-pult: Leave (live) or remain (die). It's your choice. Whatever you pick matters not to me. Your bud over there (points to Plasma Pea) is in a good mood to see ancient Suburbia. I suggest you follow his choice, because it's the right one...(charges his busters aflame in warning)...

...... That's not physically possible. If he was a celestial made of sunlight, even YOU would disintegrate and turn to ash. You may be on fire, but it doesn't mean you can't die to a stronger, much brighter fire. Ciao! *teleports to ancient Suburbia*



Ooh! This is Ancient Suburbia, AKA, there's nothing here. Let's go. *teleports back to modern day with Dr. Cob and the Cob Striker Z* That was a waste of time.