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A long, long time ago in a galaxy, like, really far away...
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CLASH FOR THE SACRED CHEESE
It is a period of turmoil in the Zeta Sector. Morgox the Unborn has conquered all of civilization and spread his dictatorship to every corner of the galaxy, ruling with an iron tentacle. But on Delos IV, a rebellion is forming. Ordinary people are rising up to stand against tyranny. Meeting by cover of night, they plot to cripple Morgox's fleet from within. The attack is set in motion simultaneously by confederates working in stardocks across the sector...
Meanwhile, in a completely different galaxy thousands of light years away, on the world of Htoreza, the Righteous Empire of Divinity (RED) and the Black Legion of Undead (BLU), devastated by their own magnificent stupidity during the Great War and left with only a skeleton summoning staff and spawning structures that magically create brainless minions[citation needed], decide to pull the oldest trick in the book: seeking out an omnipotent artefact of ages past that can turn the tides and end the war once and for all...
Unbeknownst to them, but knownst to us, the ancient gods play practical pranks the hardcore way...
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By the way, his tentacles are literally iron. That isn't some kind of metaphor.
It is a period of turmoil in the Zeta Sector. Morgox the Unborn has conquered all of civilization and spread his dictatorship to every corner of the galaxy, ruling with an iron tentacle. But on Delos IV, a rebellion is forming. Ordinary people are rising up to stand against tyranny. Meeting by cover of night, they plot to cripple Morgox's fleet from within. The attack is set in motion simultaneously by confederates working in stardocks across the sector...
Meanwhile, in a completely different galaxy thousands of light years away, on the world of Htoreza, the Righteous Empire of Divinity (RED) and the Black Legion of Undead (BLU), devastated by their own magnificent stupidity during the Great War and left with only a skeleton summoning staff and spawning structures that magically create brainless minions[citation needed], decide to pull the oldest trick in the book: seeking out an omnipotent artefact of ages past that can turn the tides and end the war once and for all...
Unbeknownst to them, but knownst to us, the ancient gods play practical pranks the hardcore way...
.
.
.
.
.
By the way, his tentacles are literally iron. That isn't some kind of metaphor.
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