Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-29637681-20161210161753/@comment-29637681-20170106064827

WARNING: If you really hate violence and gore, please do not read this post.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

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Set regains consciousness at the shores of the Steam Stream. As he attempts to stand, he feels a massive crack on his leg. He looks down, and there, where his legs should have been, was a single bone...and nothing else.

They had ripped his legs off.

Which meant he would have to lumber around with a singular bone for a leg, and we all knows why hunting like that is impractical. He attempts to twist his head, but his spinal cord has been hit with such a shock that it is locked into place. He attempts to howl, only for no sound to come out. He notices his feathers. All burnt and battered, they've become sticks of ash.

After some limping through the sandstorm, he comes across a shadow.

Butch.

The Magyarosaurus stands over him, and says, "It's not over yet. I bothered to bring some backup this time."

At that precise moment Lorenzo's thunderous voice rang out like the toll of a thousand bells. "NOW WATCH YOUR OLD MAN WORK!"

"KAKAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" His Gallimimus mount Dodrio roared in agreement.

It was quite a sight, actually, to witness a blue and green Troodon waving a flag made of Triceratops horns and tyrannosaur feathers, all while riding a flashy Gallimimus who was adorned with a golden helmet and donned silver spikes along his flanks.

Dinosaur and mount rode across the dunes, leading twenty other Troodons riding on Gallimimus, They all pulled out their knives made of Velociraptor claws and yeled, "FOR THE RIFT! FOR HIM! AND FOR COUNTRY!"

At once they all charged forward, hacking away at Set with their knives. Set could do nothing except endure the pain, a pain which he was not likely to survive. The Devious Devil Send had met his match.

And just when the knife onslaught was over and the Troodons were riding in the opposite direction, Set got to his feet and ran away as fast as he could. Or no, he didn't run, he just limped, hopping on the bone.

Butch did nothing and smiled.

There, looming right in front of him, was the epic sight of an Argentinosaurus. A sight so massive it could have reduced the sizes of Paragon and Onix into tiny, whimpering vegetables. Riding on his back were dozens of Gallimimus, their Troodon riders, and tons of air support in the form of Pteranodons.

Butch threw his fire-starting stick into the air, caught it in his mouth, flicked it again with his tail, and yelled, "ATTACK!"

At once all transported minions on the Bushido jumped off and charged right at the iling Utahraptor. The pteranodons grabbed onto his every feather and pulled in various directions, effectively pulling his skin apart. Eventually the minions pierced through Set's liver, and he was basically a moving sprikler of warm, tasty blood. He pulled himself forward...and was met by Bushido's 100 ton body.

He slammed his entire weight down THROUGH THE BODY OF SET, crushing it with a force indescribable by man or animal. A one-ton dromaeosaurid does not fare well against the likes of 200 feet of instant death to all. After the onslaught is over, everyone leaves the Desert to heal. The entire army decides to stay with Team Alliance at a camp around the Beach Dunes. Everybody but Set.

Set was stone(blood?) dead, being a small, quivering skeleton against a mile-wide puddle of blood remnicent of the ant-infested three-day old deer carcass.

And that was the end of Set, Devious Devil Send, Deathly Plague, King of Scorpions, Master of Illusions.

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Tyr, Ra, and Zeus were quarreling over who to continue leading the war after finding out what happened to Set. Their conversation(Tyr's dialogue is in Bold, Ra in Italics, and Zeus is Underlined.)

"He sucked! Monkey! Butts! Like! All! The fucking! Rest!"

"How about you go tell the mooks that I, RA, shall lead the army."

" WHAT IS THIS HERESY! IS THIS A JEST! I DEMAND THAT ONLY THE MONSTER OF MONSTERS BE THE LEADER OF THEM ALL! "

"Hm. No. There are no mooks, why even try, you know? We will keep failing, so we must stay in hiding, forcing more and more troops into our military, then we will strike."

"Mh hmmmm....That sounds logical."

" ........ "

" I SAY WE JUST KILL THE GODDAMNED MAGYAROSAURUS ALREADY! "

"Zeus, you know what? YOU ARE EXILED FROM THIS CLAN!"

" STOP SPEAKING WITH THE FUCKING VIKING TALK YA FURRY ANIMAL! "

"WHAT!? RA'S THE FEATHERED ONE OVER HERE!"

"Hey, at least I don't have a putrid smell like rat urine and wolf vomit, like old Thunder Trash here!"

" YOU'RE THE ONE WHO HAS THE RANCID BIRDBRAIN YOU SWINE OF A- "

The entire conversation was cut off by an explosion. A creature burst from the sands, and who may it be other than the legendary and dreaded Baron of Bloodbaths.

The Baron was a Titanoboa, larger than any other snake. He had no mind, just his instinct to burn the world to dust. He had no allies, as he only considers those he percieved prey. And the sight of a giant purple Titanoboa, eyes ablaze with shades of orange would prove instant death for the three.

The Baron flew high into the air, and cam charging back down like a meteorite, mouth agape by a mile. Tyr backed away, Ra screamed, and Zeus roared in defiance. But none of them were able to land the attack they were planning.

"DON'T COME BAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The Baron bared his teeth...