Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25083348-20151115034659/@comment-26826553-20151119131553

RandomzSunfish23901 wrote:

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. Pepper-pult: Tsk tsk tsk...science & logic cannot conquer everything...Remember that we are all just unreal creatures ourselves...for people in another dimension...whoops, just broke the 4th wall, damn it! At least be thankful that my friend's presence did not turn you into popcorn, because if your scientific bulls*** were true...

Pachy: Grrr...Roar! (Unbeliever...well, it's nice meeting you, Ghost Fire, but I have other duties to fulfill in another dimension, duties none of you will ever be able to accept & comprehend as possible. Hasta la vista, Terminator!) (disappears in a flash of light)

Pepper-pult: Hasta la vista, sir...Now, about my alternate counterpart...

Pult-pepper: You eliminate evil, I hear. Well, let me tell you, none of you good-natured beings deserve to live. You are the ones that should TRULY BE TERMINATED!!!

Pepper-pult: Ooh, angry guy. Well, guess what? I do not show mercy to evil souls. Every single evildoer I have met in the past thousands of years, I haven't spared...

Pult-pepper: We may be an alternate version of ourselves, but we are not equal!

Pepper-pult: The fight is on then. PREPARE TO BE TERMINATED! (hand turns into a Gatling Gun with tubes similarly to A.K.E.E., while his evil alternate counterpart does the same)

Pult-pepper: I've been waiting for you...

Both: Say your goodbyes. HASTA LA VISTA, BABE!

(both crazily fire at one another, skillfully avoiding the shots of the other)