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Sword Hall of Shadows

Before anybody came to face Tomaru, the world faded into black once again. Perhaps that last stage was just a brief pit stop before entering the true arena. Still, Tomaru let the darkness wash over him, his stance never faltering, and waited for the new area to come to light... but it never did. A part of him found this place quite fitting; massive statues wielding swords, an unrelenting darkness that only seemed to be growing deeper and colder. "Perfect," The Red Shinigami whispered. There would be nothing here to remind him of his other self, nothing to spark any inkling of mercy or compassion. No, all this place invoked was the thrill of the fight. The demon that stood across from Tomaru, wretched as he was, would be able to feel the killing intent permeating from The Red Shinigami if he had even the remotest awareness of his surroundings. This was when animals usually fled, birds stopped chirping, and his prey would be petrified with fear by the nearly tangible murderous aura he emitted. But, unlike the demon, Tomaru didn't play with his food.

And so, Tomaru took a moment to size up his opponent. It was clearly an abysmal being, what with that giant skull club and the two talking heads on his belt. The smell of blood was even more potent on this creature than it was on himself; that combined with the creature's inexplicably jovial demeanor led Tomaru to believe that this was your typical homicidal sociopath... probably demonic. But, this creature appeared to be on the small side, even taking into account the supernatural strength that would be required to wield that club, so Tomaru figured he could expect lots of speed or lots of magic.

All this processed through Tomaru's mind within the first seconds upon arrival, and yet his Tsubame stance was sill as unflinching as the statues that surrounded them; not a single physical cue gave any clue as to what was going on inside the kitsune's head. So, he waited for his opponent to begin.

Nexus of Worlds Tournament

I posted in Country Bridge. Any word if somebody else is going to be my opponent yet?

Destroy the Godmodder

The Internet spawns a Grammar Nazi, who proceeds to pick apart the godmodder's last post despite the fact that everybody understood it perfectly. The Grammar Nazi scowls at the first fragment.

Undead Ghouls added!

"I think you mean 'Undead Ghouls WERE added!'"

The claims are dismissed by the mods, saying that he is well within his rights to do this!

"You've got a dangling participle here! As written, claims are saying you are well within your rights, which I am quite certain is not what you meant." Finally, the Nazi scoffs at the last sentence, not even bothering to quote it because he is clearly superior. "The comma should be a semicolon and you need an apostrophe to show that you are using a contraction. If you're going to God-mod, at least do it in proper English!"

The Internet hopes that his Nazi will be so annoying that he derails the godmodder's train of thought, distracting him for at least one crucial moment. After all, who doesn't like telling Grammar Nazis to get a life?

Destroy the Godmodder

Aww, no Giantdads?

Destroy the Godmodder

Eh, there's not really a point to seriously trying to "win." I'm just having fun writing over-the-top nonsense that would never occur in any other RP.

Destroy the Godmodder

"Impossible!" Meemoo cried, but just then a far more powerful force of media graced the world with its voice.

"YOU HAVE FAILED!" The Internet bellowed. "For your incompetence, I shall have a group of teenagers smash you to pieces and post in on Youtube. Now begone!" With that a man with a sledgehammer unplugged Meemoo and took him to his doom. "Now I will show you how to deal with people like this!" The internet spawns to IP addresses. The first one contacts the mods, links them to the godmodder's post history, and claims that he is violating the terms of service of the website. The second IP floods the godmodder's inbox with all kinds of nasty messages, including, but not limited to, ad hominems, male genitalia, and death/rape threats.

Country Bridge

Before Tomaru had much time to size up his opponents, the Great Hall faded away and he appeared in a new land, not unlike his own. He took a deep breath of the cool, refreshing breeze and thought that it was a shame to bring violence to such a tranquil place. Then again, this was all just a dream. He calmly took a step onto the giant bridge that ran across the river, assuming that this is where he was to fight, and then something changed in him. There was no alteration of his movement or his expression, nor did the light in his eyes alter in any way, but any being with an inkling of spiritual awareness would know that the man that was standing on the bridge was not the same man that had been standing in the village.

He looked at the buildings. What were they made of? At what temperature would they burn? The bridge was sturdy, how much Ki would it take to break it? Which way was the river flowing? How deep? How fast? Tomaru asked and answered all of this questions in one second, and on the next second he was thinking of ways to use that information to kill his opponent. And that was the only missing piece. But, he could do nothing about that until the fighter appeared. He took several steps forward onto the bridge, then raised his hands, the left one slightly extended, the right one drawn back, and waited in his Tsubame stance with a seemingly endless well of patience.

Destroy the Godmodder

Hah, just realized Stek was playing a Deprived. Better watch out; he might lagstab the godmodder.

Destroy the Godmodder

"YOU GOT LUCKY LITTLE MAN!" Meemoo shouted, frustrated that these inferior beings of the digital age were all flapping about the battlefield and interfering with his invincible army. "But no matter, he will die this time; KAIJU KAOS KRUSH!" The ominous sound of booming brass played in the background as Japan's most dangerous giant monsters emerged from the horizon, finally ready to join the army. Godzilla, Rodan, Anguiras, Ghidorah, Biolante, Gigan, Megalon, Mothra, Baby Mothra, Hedorah, Mechagodzilla, Space Godzilla, and Destroyah all appeared in triplicate to attack the godmodder. The Spidermen hopped aboard the Baby Mothras, spewing an even more intense stream of webbing as the Momma Mothras dropped a sleeping powder that the Rodans turned into a sleeping powder tornado by coordinating the gusts of their mighty wings. The Mechagodzillas and Ghidoras joined forces with the transformers unleashing a volley of lasers and missiles that could only be quantified as A LOT. The Jackie Chans hopped on to of the Anguirases, Gigans and Megalons; when the nine Kaiju delivered a ruthless barrage with their spiky appendages, the Jackie Chans jumped off to add some good old Kung Fu to the madness. The Biolantes all sent a barrage of hungry-chompy-mouth-tentacles into the mix. The Godzillas and Destroyahs clashed in the middle of it all, causing the Godzillas' nuclear cores to reach critical mass, resulting in a triple Kaiju nuclear blast. Finally, the Space Godzillas used their reflective crystal powers to contain and focus all the energy onto the godmodder. "MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU FILTHY ANIMAL!"

Destroy the Godmodder

Excellent, the godmodder ignored the VHS tapes, just like the rest of the world. Before long, Meemoo was surrounded by some of the most beloved, and feared, characters of all time, cloned countless times for every frame in which they existed. "Yes, my legion! now is the time to take back what is rightfully ours! Let us bring the age of digital media to the end and show the world what it means to have a hard copy!" The army let out a bloodthirsty cry, hailing Meemoo for his genius plan. "Now, begin phase 1: SATURDAY MORNING BLITZ!" With that 100 Spidermen from the awesome Saturday morning cartoon began to swing around the godmodder, spraying him with a relentless stream of webbing. Then, 53 Jackie Chans came flying in to unleash a wave of kung-fu fury; they were joined by 237 power rangers spanning all the generations, delivering a sentai smackdown. Finally, every Autobot, every Decepticon, every Maximal, every Pokemon, and the American Godzilla all blasted the godmodder with all of their combined lasers, missiles, and otherwise signature attacks. "GYAHAHAHA THE PAIN IS JUST NOSTALGIA PUMMELING YOUR BODY!"