For your record, I own everything listed here - characters, the story, places, attitudes, names, descriptions, trademarks, logotypes, labels, words, letters, locations, and any inventions. This disclaimer is subject to change within a moment's notice, and should be seen as a 'work in progress,' thus whatever I fill the story with belongs to me.
You cannot deny this, because posing as the owner of something is not a crime, or even an offense - I'm merely following in the footsteps of such awesome people as Derek Smart, Vdogg, Aero the Echidna, and Cirrus Verant.
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It was a time of desolation, chaos, violence, bloodshed, and uncertainty. Brother fought brother, sister fought sister, and the sands of time looked set to run out.
But then, a warrior came. Inside a rabbit.
Clad in a suit of black iron, wielding the sword of swords, the sword which all other swords are named after, and with a highly polished shield of silver strapped to his back, the brave warrior ventured forth into the shrouded dungeons of pulsing darkness that belonged to the villain, the evil-doer, the badguy, the final boss.
A creature from beyond the veil of reality; the despoiler of truth, slanderer of justice, bringer of fear and terror, and rabid Manowar fan - a creature so terrible it should not be able to exist under the weight of its own sins-
"Steel-machine man Robotnik, I presume."
And thus the vile creature turned, revealing itself to be none other than Robotnik, master of flesh and runic metal.
"Aye, brave warrior, I am he," it called out. Its hands larger than four buckets of jello, with a belt-buckle the size of a dinner table, and covered from toe to head in arcane, soiled wrappings, used to relieve tension during particularly stressful moments. It brandished a hammer made from pure, concentrated, evil; the bringer of dark doom, death, despar, destruction, and deceit. "I see you have found your way through my lair of lairyness - good, good."
And the warrior beheld the evil tyrant, and, with a thundering voice courtesy of all the angels in heaven, he shouted.
"I am the one!" he held aloft a magic sword or, rather, the magic sword. "Taste the fury of the Ardent Blade!"
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Yes, the battle was epic, furious, and filled with furious furries even, but light prevailed over darkness in the end, like so many times before.
But, hark, how did this awesome thing came to be? How did this legend truly start? Fear not, children, for I will deliver unto you a Burger Lord burger of such epic proportions that you'll never be able to swallow it all.
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VT2 - 2006.
SeAn CaTlEtT/King Hadbar - 2006.