old man moomba

Then, in the distance, the sound of helecopters slowly got louder, along with the opening strains of "Fortunate Son" The Ameriquistors had arrived. The helecopter landed and soldiers wearing jungle camo hopped out. Their helmets were attached with spikes, and they carried spike rifles. A ship crashed into the barrier, carrying Sainbligators. The first one jumped out and yelled, "NO ONE EXPECTS THE SPAINISH INQUISTION" then a flood of Spainbligators charged over the side, firing muskets into the air. They were bald and had tattoos on their faces, and wore a mixture of gray robes and battle armor.

The cosmic being, or the Benefactor, as he called himself, was ready. He stepped through, into his chosen realm. The he snapped his fingers, summoning Rick. ~~~ Rick prepared to stab the first mime in the gut, but was suddenly transported away, to stand in front of a strange man. This man, or being, as no man could glow with so much power, was very odd looking. He wore a crisp white shirt, tie, and vest, but with a silver sash and baggy pants that were tucked into shiny black boots. He wore a top hat, and a very odd coat: It had the cut of a fitted trench coat, but appeared to be made from a wizard's robe, with long sleves, and silver trim. The coat was covered with patches from various groups. The being held a scepter with a glowing golden sphere held in a dragon's claw on top. Rick fell to his knees, muttering that he was not worthy. The being shook his head. "Get up idiot, we have much to discuss"

Another man fell out of the sky. He was Finnish and was wearing an infinite number of hat. Really only two. The Finnchemist stepped up next to the Swedeomancer. "But can you defeat us" Drums began to play, and a flying Nordic longboat came sailing out of the mist. An army of Swedeomancers, Finnchemists, and Nordbinders were all on board. Someone blew a horn. The hunt was on.

Rick turned to the three men and smiled a horrible smile. "You should be groveling at the feet of this man, for he has freed the savior of all. If you couldn't tell, that's me." He yanked the Blade out from the ground and leveled it, then rose a few feet into the air. "You wanna fight someone, try me. I could take all of you without breaking a sweat" @Kaladin78

Rick waited, his snakes was whispered to him of what things happen here, on the other side of the world. And he wanted to meet the mysterious benefactor that saved him from the wrath of the cosmic being. ~~~~ The being stood on the cliff, above the spirit barrier. They could see one of their Beloved Ones waiting below. They smiled, it was almost time to meet him. ~~~~ In the mime headquarters. Mimes ran about, waving their hands. There was nothing they could do to stop the beings from breaking through the Wall.

I'm currently reading that book, have an upvote, @Quantus.

The cosmic being watched and waited and saw the other being disappearing down, through the spirit barrier locally known as the fourth wall, and smiled. The Convergence was beginning.

Well, it was a joke. But if you want to use it a plot thing, that's okay.

Why not. What if Voidus is, in fact, a cosmic being that resides in the Alleyverse???!?!?!?!?!?!??!!??!????!?!?!?!?!?

I had a funny idea last night. So, what if a Homeless were to stick a internet router through the fourth wall, log into the 17th Shard, and join the Alleyverse. Would they ascend to becoming a cosmic being, but still reside in the Alleyverse? In essence, would they become a god?

Just hanging, ya know.

But what if the pineapple actually contains a perfect copy of Voidus Prime, that thinks you threw a pineapple at hm?!??!!!!!!!!!?!!!!!!!?!!?!?!

Ok guys, I just created a holy consumable item. I took my glass of eggno, and poured chocolate sauce into it. IT WAS AMAZING!!!!!!!!! I advise you to try it so the rivalry can end and we can all enjoy chocolate eggnog.

@Kaladin78

Guac and eggnog vrs. Salsa and hot chocolate. LET THE WAR BEGIN. (Suddenly the sound of factions forming who like guac and chocolate, or eggnog and salsa could be heard)

The Salsaquisitor stood up, and walked over to the man. He knelt, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small bottle of hot sauce, and dripped some into the man's mouth. He stood again and dusted himself off, waiting for the man's reaction.

The man who callled himself Bors but was not Bors gulped down half a jar of salsa, then poured the rest onto the floor. "No good, it's too weak" He pulled out a doorknob and placed it in the air, the opened the door that suddenly appeared there. Before walking through, he turned around, revealing his mask, it was a sad dramaic face, dyed a light red. "Dread it. Run from it. Either way, salsa still arrives." The man smiled, "Call me if you need salsa" the man said, and suddenly everyone in the room was holding a card with a jumble of arcane symbols on it. The man walked through the door and closed it, as soon as the door was closed, it dissappeared.

A man stood on a nearby convenient outcrop, watching. He had a massive sword, almost like a Shardblade, but not quite. It had something off about it, like a bad smell. The man was Rick, and he was ready to help, for once. He jumped off the outcrop and sailed toward the ground, but dissappearing into white mist just before impact. A wisp of black mist began curling about within the forcefeild. More small peices of mist joined it, slowly bonding together into the shape of a man holding a Shardblade. The mist began to compress, becoming denser and darker. Once the mist had compressed enough, it suddenly snapped into Rick. He smiled and turned to Solace. "I heard you might kill a lot more people, what do you think?" @Mraize

That sounds like a swear. "Gah, Good stout Two Rivers woolens!!! You stole my copy of Mistborn, Again!!! By good stout Two Rivers woolens sake, STOP STEALING MY BOOKS!!!"

well, I'm on boook five. (of a reread)