Stekkmen

Destroy the Godmodder

The little man picks up the chain from the ghoul. The rest of the ghouls look around and realize that some serious stuff is about to go down.

"Well done boys. Seems we're the only ones here competent enough to deal some damage, see? Myar," He speaks with a mafia 1940's accent. He hands the chain to another ghoul and takes out his club. "Crappy club," he says to himself.

"Say, gimme your pocket knife, see? Myar," The ghoul hands him his pocket knife, at which he violently shoves the knife into the club, handle first. Now there is a small blade sticking out of his club. One ghoul looks at him, confused.

"Better than nothin'" The little man says in reply.

"Anyway, follow that Godmodder!" The ghouls move out with the same attack pattern as before, this time happening all at once to prevent the godmodder from escaping, and the little man participating.

Destroy the Godmodder

That's pretty hilarious. Soon, the League of Sophisticated Undead Mobster Gentlemen will succeed in taking down the godmodder.

Multiverse: The Sadist's Maze

The little man got a chill down his spine. He pulls a small shortsword from his sheath and glances around. "Welp," He says, intrigued. "Guess I'm stuck here," He looks up through the hole and catches a glance at a cloud.

Destroy the Godmodder

The group of snazzy ghouls approaches the god-modder. "Sic em, fellas!" The little man shouts.

The one with the chains attempt to strangle the godmodder while the one with the baseball tries to attack the knees. The other 3 rush the god-modder with pocket knives.

Destroy the Godmodder

The little man stands there, body singed black in a cartoon-esque fashion.

Then he turned into a pile of ash. Again he poofs back nearby, and checks his forehead to see if his eyebrows were still there, and finds that they are. He glares and retreats back into the woods. He returns with 5 undead ghouls, all of them with snazzy fedoras, one of them with a baseball bat, another with a chain. The rest were slowly approaching, snapping their fingers to a suave jazz tune.

Destroy the Godmodder

ruronihs said
"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!"

"The god modder steps out of the way."

If a tree falls over in a forest, and nobody is around to hear it...

how do you guys reckon the tree fell over in the first place? Rotted roots? Maybe lightning, or a wild fire?

Multiverse: The Sadist's Maze

A small bald man, standing at around five feet wandered around this beautiful world. He was daydreaming about bacon on toast when the ground disappeared out from under him. He let a short squeak escape from his mouth as he plummeted into the darkness. Landing headfirst, his neck immediately broke with a wince-worthy crack that echoed through out the maze.

He lay there for a moment, eyes open, the mask of death plastered on his face. Then his neck righted itself and he stood up, rubbing the back of his neck. He pondered how he managed to flip upside down and break his neck from a 12 feet drop, but that was probably just the curse.

"Thou shalt die a fuckton, while other would not. But worry not, from here on out, death has nothing on you,"

Destroy the Godmodder

The little man appears in a cloud of smoke back in his woods.

He sees a blood pool where he stood last, a small glowing mist above it. He had to re-collect his souls!
He picked up his trusty club and attempts to sneak over while the commotion of battle happens.

Destroy the Godmodder

The little man attempts to hit the godmodder over the head with his club.