'Where…Where am I?' Asked a familiar voice, opening his eyes while falling into a seemingly endless hole, as he observed his surroundings. The only source of light was that of which shone from above. He seemed a bit scared of the darkness, but thinking of unlimited power, a determined and evil grin emerged from his face.
The last thing SMG3 knew before the seemingly endless hole was that everyone tried to stop him. The warnings were no use—nothing could stop the Meme Guardian's hunger for power.
'I, SMG3, Lord of the Internet Graveyard, command you to tell me where am I—' SMG3 shouted into the void. Just then, he reached the ground, and miraculously, he survived the fall. There were words on the floor, possibly written with blood, 'There is a turn-back', and 'You are yourself anyways'. 'Bro, are you serious? I came here for power!' SMG3 screamed. Suddenly, shadowy hands emerged from the sky. Twirling in the air, some of them went into SMG3's body, and the others dashing around. The Meme Guardian blacked out for an unknown reason, most likely because of the rapid twirling shadows.
SMG3 woke up in his own room in the Internet Graveyard. 'I need a rest. Get out,' said the Meme Guardian, as he commanded the crowd Ugandan Knuckles in his room to get out. However, they didn't listen, and they kept partying. SMG3, somehow angered, formed a power ball with his hands and blasted them away.
A shadowy presence flowed through SMG3's veins. 'I…feel…powerful!' He said, not noticing some of the shadows had surrounded his left leg.
