All Hail Love-Lord Pluthulthica!
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WARNINGS: Valentines KAIJU Crack. Mebe. Also Kinda rushed this chappie because EXCITING THINGS HATH BEEN PLANNEDETH :D
~Pyro
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Ante-Tendoo could feel something in the water. A slight change in-
CRUNCH
… ouch.
The mini-portal thing had opened once again, throwing boxes and chocolates and other assorted junk on the poor Precursor.
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Dear Precursor's
Invent chocolate!
Not-So-Sincerely
TNS
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Dear TNS,
I found chocoloholicaklisanfsaofjkalghjdkasgj
What I don't
Argh!
KNIFEHEAD GIVE IT BACK!
D:
U meany
…
TNS I found the chocolate you sent me. It is delsiocsuifh KNIFEY STAHP EET!
Sorry!
~Ante-Tendoo
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Knifehead was a meany. An ugly meany! Hah!
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Dear Otachi,
Were those lights on you crest-horn-things eyes?
Glitch.
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Hello puny human,
Yes, they were eyes. Please, whatever you do, do not ask WHY.
Please.
~Otachi
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To the Precursors:
Please explain how the dinosaur's 160-million-year dominion over Earth was a "failed scouting mission"?
Also, please search up the definition of "element of surprise." It would help you immensely.
Contributing to the madness,
Mr. Crow
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Hai dere MR CROW :D
It was a failed mission because… umml…. Uml yes… it was Uml's fault. Very very much his fault. Oh yesh. …
…
It was a failed scouting mission because we get there, and then like five seconds later BOOM there's something atomising our stuff.
~Trespasser taking over for that cute, exhausted, possibly unconscious Ante-Tendoo
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Dear Bishop,
It is truly a pleasure to be able to converse with you. It truly has been too long that I've been trapped in my dreams, unable to fulfill the thirst, the hunger inside me. Too long i've been unable to attain my desires. My bloodlust consumes me. I can see you now, stretched out, screaming in pain, a picture of agony, as I drag my razor ever so slowly through your flesh. I can see as I stab into your abdomen, a fountain of scarlet pouring from the wound. I can see the blood... the beautiful blood... Finally, it seems, my fantasies will be satisfied.
I will consume your soul.
Sincerely,
Nemesis
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Dear Nemesis,
…
Sincerely, Ante-Tendoo
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Dear Nemesis,
Yeah we kinda tried that already. This little bugger's got plot-immortality.
Hope You All QUIT MAILING US ALREADY! And Die Sometime Soon,
– Knifehead –
(AND LE REST OF THE KAIJU)
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Dear precursors
Disconnect miniju or I WILL RAIN DEATH FRFOM TH MOTHER FUCKING SKY! I WILL COME THROUGH THE BREACH BY DRAGGING ALL THE KAIJU CORPSES AND BEAT YOU TILL THE ENTIRE HIVEMIND HAS A HEADACHE.
Sincerely,
The shape-shifting robot, Glitchrr36
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Dear Ugly Robot.
You are ugly. That is all we are willing to say.
HOWEVER, seeing as we will not be getting this particular one back anytime soon…
We have regretfully disconnected Miniju from the Hivemind.
You murderer, we hope you do not get any sleep at night. OR DURING THE DAY!
~Hivemind
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Dear Precursors,
I have a question. What do you guys do when you're not going on a crazy rampage on Earth and being beat the sh*t out by the Jaegers, hm, bishes? And also why the f**k did you send out a Category Five at the end of the movie but not at the beginning of the film? You guys are all morons you know? And final words, we shoulda REOPEN THE BREACH AND SEND MORE THERMONUCLEAR BOMBS INTO YOUR A55
Not sincerely at all.
Prime of the Sea
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Dear Prime of the Sea,
In our free time we tend to eat, drink, make merry, have kids, and live normal lives. Maybe raise a Kaiju or two as a family project.
I DUNNO BRO THE LOGICSTICS DOVISION *hick* AKA US IS IN CHARGE OF THAT. ~Leatherback
Hey bro, quit drinking will ya? Your farts are that filled with alcohol its getting the rest of us drunk! NO SERIOUSLY QUIT DRICING_ warrsgggggg ~Knifeface
Uhh, hai. Yes, we do know. It is a sad thing. :'( ~Ante-Tendoo
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Ante-Tendoo sighed. He did not like this job anymore. Too much crazyness and alocholistical Kaiju.
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Dear Ante-Tendoo,
Happy Valentines Day! :3
Forever yours,
TNS
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The exhausted Bishop stared at this final letter worriedly. He did not know what it meant. He did not want to know what it meant. He did NOT want to be grabbed by that weird blue armoured hand coming from the portal the mail usually came from.
Wait, what?
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I am aware of the laziness that saturates this chapter. Please forgive me for writing it in under an hour.
~Pyro
R&R?