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Bit removed the hat because he was cured. But that was all.... You know what? I'm sure you know what the last word in that sentence is. It is....

ParlinRysnNoroBeardDunnyNotumDedelinTeldenKalak Eliminated KanPaar. He already has spikes, so... Who would be the least likely to invent something cool?

I joined as BitBitio.

The hat slowed the disease, but Bit began to fade into the Beyond, and he became extremely contagious and infected all of the other narrators with Terminal Narrator's Wrath.

Shelan flew straight for the Worldspike. Nobody knows how, nobody knows why, but somehow he managed to reach it. He stopped just in front of it. "PEOPLE OF THE ALLEYVERSE! IT IS I, SHELAN CRAWSH, MASTER HEMALURGIST AND FULLBORN!" "WE HAVE FOUGHT FOR NO REASON, OTHER THAN PETTY GRUDGES! I HAVE FOUGHT. FOR A MUCH GREATER CAUSE!" "YEAR AFTER YEAR, MY PAIN INCREASES EXPONENTIALLY. I HAVE DRIVEN 38 HEMALURGIC SPIKES INTO MY BODY, MAKING ME A FULLBORN WITH ADDITIONAL HUMAN ATTRIBUTES!" "HEMALURGY IS THE ONE AND ONLY MAGICAL ART THAT IS NOT CHEATING! HEMALURGISTS AREN'T BORN WITH THEIR POWER, AREN'T GIVEN IT BY ANOTHER, AND DIDN'T MAKE USELESS PROMISES TO ACHIEVE." "IT IS THE ULTIMATE CHALLENGE." "I DESERVE TO BE YOUR GOD. I DO!" "AND SO I SHALL!" And with that, he touched the Worldspike. He grinned. Suddenly, he turned to dust and collapsed into the Worldspike, disappearing entirely. For such is what occurs when you mess with Voidus Prime and the Worldspike.

But Narrator Bit still had Narrator's Wrath, and his favorite color was blue. Almighty help us all.

No, I pointed out a solution to your problem. But I didn't want you to use it.

Butt blew himself up.

When you join late June, your gonna miss some things.

And then it stopped and returned to normal levels, because this thread is rated PG. "Does it have to be?" Butt asked. Yes. "Can it... not?" HAHAHAHAHAHAHA "Um... hello?" Narrator's Wrath makes me giggle HAHAHA HAHAHA "Yes, but can we change the rating." *Serious face* Shut up, Butt. "But--" No buts! Or butts! "So... no me?" Essentially. "Help?" He asked hopefully, looking at the other narrators. Everyone: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

@LopenTheTwoArmedHerdazian Kane started chatting with Storm to pass the time. "How's it going, Storm?"

Rohan charged the Shoggoth. And as he ran, he thought of a time long past. *** Training. Day after day, Typhoon trained. His opponent today: A Pewter Compounder. The man was massive. He swung a fist at Typhoon. Typhoon dodged angrily. He was 10, and he was battling a full grown man. And he had no magic. Whatever. Typhoon charged forth, punching the Compounder in the face. He jabbed twice with his left and hooked with his right. The man staggered, and punched directly at Typhoon. He ducked and grabbed the fist. He yanked the fist back and lifted his foot. He threw himself back and tossed the Compounder onto his stomach. He leapt onto his back and stepped on his head. The man deflated. Typhoon had won. *** "He won't listen to you if you aren't confident," said the trapper. Typhoon was trying to learn the whistles that were the basic commands for his Aviar, Arrow. He tried again. The Aviar cocked its head. Typhoon tried again. It still didn't work. He called himself and tried once more. As he did, the Aviar flew up and descended onto the ground. "Wonderful job!" The trapper said. Typhoon studied his face. The trapper was short compared to Typhoon, but nevertheless was... commanding somehow. However, he was as much of a prisoner as Typhoon. The man suddenly lowered his head and whispered in Typhoon's ear. "Tonight, I'm escaping. If you wish to come, meet me at the stairs on the third floor." "I will be there." *** The trapper pulled out his stolen dagger. He cut the lock and slipped out. He prowled to the stairwell quietly. Where was Typhoon? He opened the stairwell door. The Allmaster stood there, a group of ironspiked warriors behind him. Before the trapper could react, the Allmaster buried a dagger in his chest. As the trapper collapsed, Typhoon stepped into the light. "The people you trust died a long time ago." *** Shelan grinned, his greatest projects kneeling before him. Kane, steady and strong, but utterly under his control, and under a Shao Illusion. And Typhoon, a warrior like none other, who knew Shelan only as the Allmaster. Utter power. Kane's hands were dirtied by the blood of Mirag, his beloved. Typhoon's hands were dirtied by the blood of a dozen Koloss. They were the same age. Same eye color. Same hair color. And, they were cousins. Utter power. *** Kane thought of a time long past. *** "Brightlord!" Kane gasped as Rollir Jeves, his Windrunner Master, was killed protecting Kane. Speak again the ancient oaths. "Life before Death, Strength before Weakness, Journey before Destination." A spren passed from one man to another. Quintexidus, from Rollir to Kane. Kane struck back. *** Rohan stood on a dead Shoggoth, a field of metal about him. He had fought as hard as he could. His blades were buried in both of the beast's eyes. He sat down and thought for a long while. He pulled out the Gift he had received from Death. It was a large black gem that granted teleportation. It was time he and Death had a chat. He activated it and stood beside Death. *** Kane pulled out his Tia Card. He checked the reserve. Damnation. There were only two charges left. Suddenly, Shelan burst out of his body, as a Shade. Shelan phased through the wall and flew outside. Kane collapsed, groaning in pain. *** Shelan flew at top speed. His goal was to reach the Worldspike. He took over a dead man's body, and began to sprint, flaring pewter. He charged at the Worldspike at absolute top speed. Today, he would not fail.

THE WAR HAD BEGUN