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Conquer them!
Of course, such a warm and fuzzy place is ripe for conquering! Without a word you charge up a Hyper Poke and jab your finger deep into the human's underbelly. He gags for a moment before making a "fweet" sound and vanishing. Then you speak.
"Ultimarian... Ultimoid... Citizens of Ultima!" you start lamely, "I have defeated your champion and now claim Ultima as my own! I shall rule this relm with an iron fist! OBEY THE FIST!"
You shake your iron fist at them. They look afraid.
"There's going to be some changes around here. For one, we're going to have to open a Cold Stone here. And maybe a Jamba Juice. Yeah. That'd be real nice."
"You know," pipes up one person, "We're the greatest thinkers and doers in the cosmos. You're just some crazy adventurer who managed to surprise Bob the Greeter and thinks he's special because of it. Well once we get bob back from the Ether we're going to toss you right where he was."
"Ether?" you ask hastily.
"Yeah. The relm things you banish with HyperPokes go. Like Limbo, but only moreso."
"Ah," you say, before high-tailing it away from the angering crowd.