Draco Grotto

Chapter 12: Punk Sucks Big Dongers

In the begining, Punk sucked massive dong. The year was 1942, Hitler just had won the war and Hillary Clinton had just begun her presidency. During her reign of fire and fear, there were a group of people who did not agree with her views. So instead, they were seen as traitors and were blasted into space left to die. However there were a few survivors that managed to live and thrive on their own planets. Where The Mythos came from there was a legend that a ruler would select their strongest champions to conquer the worlds that had threatened their size and army. Earth fell to the Champion of Katten. That is how he earned his role fighting alongside some of the strongest Mythos there were. However during the battle between Mythos and BrownTownica there was an alien girl with squinty eyes ( ͡- ͜ʖ ͡-). She was supposed to be executed by Katten himself after her capture, but however in the process she had "managed to escape mysteriously".

After fleeing from the Mythos, Rin found her way to the planet of DG. There she blended in and gained respect and was given the title of Guardian. Not many receive that title. Most are born into it or gain it through great acts of devotion and dedication. However, neither did Space or Punk see this coming. The two did not have to think more about it as they regrouped with the others.

The rest of the gang gathered in the central hall to discuss their next move. Inverted gathered everyone close to let everyone know what happened. There was a knock on the airlock door. Space went over to the door and opened it to see Jake From State Farm with a pepperoni pizza. Flo quickly paid him in Rare Pepes and then proceeded to kick him back into the airlock and shut the door in front of him. He then depressurized the airlock and sent him flying in space. Those Rare Pepes were never seen again.

"Well were about 10 yards or a hallway's length from a definate last stand. We must go in balls to the walls. Not literally Punk, put your pants back on!", she said as Punk whipped out his donger from his latex suit. It must be really sweating by now with all that hobbling. "So let's arm the fuck up and go in there with our stomping boots and kick some ass!", she yelled as everyone held up their weapons that they had gathered along the way. I think someone had a trident. Where the fuck do you get one of those things?! Probably Ebay or Amazon.

They stomped their way down the hallway knowing they were to face certain doom or die trying to protect the planet of DG. Each and every one of them knew that. They held their colors true and true alongside those they had fought with to protect and safeguard. They didn't cared if they died. They wanted to see the look on their faces when they came stomping in with flame throwers, dildos, and other various weapons that would not make appropriate sense for the situation. They charged the door and broke through to reveal the last remaining Mythos standing there ready to fight. And the man himself, Walker, had been retrofitted to fit the last parts of his remaining body to a battlemech so that he too could engage in the brawl. "Well boys…", Wendell said. "They better get some lube".