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Now this is the story all about how, Carnage Blender got flipped, turned upside down.
Just take a minute, sit at your computer and stare, Ill tell ya who reigns at the top of the Tier.
October 19 2009 7:42 PM EDT
He rose to the top, through a mass of " bruisin' ", past swords and slings and lots of confusion.
October 19 2009 8:40 PM EDT
((come on!! ) Well forget this sentence if you want, but I want to spark some interest so here goes: )
He wore a Rune of Balrog Flame a Shield of Capacity and "what else?", barely anything.
October 19 2009 10:31 PM EDT
Then, an NUB, fueled by the bounty of an epic tourney won, arose to challenge the naked burning one!
October 20 2009 1:31 AM EDT
That NUB fought and fought and blended everything he came across.
October 20 2009 1:38 AM EDT
Until he came into contact with an ExBow and suffered a multi-million myocyte loss!
Yet he swore vengeance against the exbow, using boots of dodging powers in his attempt to attain glory!
Now this is where it starts to get gory, cause now is the part where he get's to grow.
October 20 2009 7:43 AM EDT
Time and time again he wailed, limbs flying in all directions, till his muscles budged so much the exbow's feeble attempts would fail.
Scratch your head, yeah it was a conundrum how many players he made look like a dum dum.
October 20 2009 9:42 AM EDT
He was armed to the teeth, missiles firing at his side, then He grabbed the CURSED Exbow and handled it with pride!
October 20 2009 10:36 AM EDT
Wielding this machinery, like no other, he doomed it to be nerfed, one way or another.
The war commenced, the clan got scared so to the Burning One they said "You're gonna have to change your strat to the one we feared instead!"
October 20 2009 1:31 PM EDT
Then the burning one shrugged and did not budge, instead he decided to start his own, new clan and continued fighting.
Many comers from across the land, journeyed to join the Clan, of the Burning Hand.
October 20 2009 4:35 PM EDT
Among them, a strange one, destined to one day teach them the miracles of forging.
October 20 2009 5:03 PM EDT
Then in the distance a storm drew nigh, It was a lightning wielding Minion with an evil gleam in his eye.
He battled them all and beat them with ease driving even the Burning One down to his knees.
October 21 2009 2:39 AM EDT
From the Carnage piled behind him, a cry went out, FOUL! FOUL! I say, and we can only pray, that Jonathan will hear our cries today!!
The Creator heard their cry and came at the blink of the eye.
October 21 2009 11:04 AM EDT
The Creator looked down upon them, "You say this isn't fair, but all is fair in Love and WAR, so fight on, but BEWARE!
October 21 2009 12:06 PM EDT
Then another player sent him some money with a note saying "I trust you".
Then without a care the money he dispensed to his crew and send a CM back saying "I'm glad that you do!"
This was just getting good guys keep the ball rolling :-D
Having seen the Creator's indifference to their cause, the Clan of the Burning Hand ran from the one of shocking powers.
They ran long and hard, their fear bearing them forth into the wilds.
In the background as they ran a mighty cry rang,
"I'm dirty, mean and mighty unclean
I'm a Wanted man
Public Enemy Number One
So lock up your daughter
And lock up your wife
Lock up your back door
And run for your life
The man is back in town
So don't you mess around."
Well he roughed them all up in his mindless Rampage, another and another until he got to the thinking stage: "What if I run into the clan with my Brother!"
The smell of smoke and death rose with the horizon, his actions were clear but his purpose was not.
His thoughts and emotions were tied in a knot, his heart was broken his feelings Drained this is what he got now his mind is Shot.
October 26 2009 12:58 AM EDT
Or, maybe it was just a hangover from all those ecstacy pills he'd popped.
In his state of weariness he lay destruction were he roamed, he traveled like that as it was truly, all he had ever known.
To kill, pillage, and destroy to him the wastelands was just like a toy while pain, discord and strife ruled the direction of the where and the why like a sensual knife.
October 27 2009 7:30 PM EDT
At this juncture in his destructive existence, wherein he were like a killer on auto-pilot, robotically trained to decimate everything in his path, without sense or feeling; a maiden he ravished during his campaigns began to fill his mind-space, and evoke in him unfamiliar emotions that acted like an ever recurring botcheck, forcing him, for the first time in his life, to wait an hour and contemplate this strange new suspension to his warrior life.
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