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Srake

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  1. Propelled by the explosion in his pants(not like that you poiverts) Srake was launched around the planet. While he was in low orbit he took up a hobby. Knitting. What? Don't judge. Eventually his orbit degraded and he hit the ground. He skidded in the dirt for a couple miles and came to a stop at the foot of the hill. He sat up, charred and coughed soot from his lungs. He shook off the charring and glared at the top of the reformed hill. He rushed up it and slapped Razor235 in the face. "STOP TURNING THE FUCKING HILL INTO A CRATER!"

    From the force of the slap Razor does a 720* spin in the air and hits the ground. The momentum from the spin causes a tornado to form around Razor and he spins off into the sunset. Cartoon style, he was burned alive.

     

    "Woot! All your hills are belong to me!"

  2. Srake looked at the terminal, concentration on his face. He reached his hand to the keypad hesitantly and typed in a random series of characters. The terminal flashed red and an alarm went off. Srake gave a shrug and punched through the screen. The alarm died down comically and Srake skipped up the hill and tackled Nagisa. She exploded... for some reason.

    "The Hill is now my domain! And one does not simply walk into MY DOMAIN!" On cue skeletons rose from the ground. They took the weapons from the fallen and assumed guard stance. Srake sat back in a bone throne and sighed. "They won't last long... They're only level 1... I should really spec into necromancy."

  3. Srake runs off to find a teacher. "TEACHER! They're playing King of The Hill! That's against the rules! Someone could get hurt! In fact EVERYONE HAS ALREADY GOTTEN HURT!"

    The teacher sees Srake point and immediately puts everyone's remains in detention. Srake climbs up and sits down at the summit. A line of text appears above his head.

     

    \\Respawn in: 30 seconds//

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