“Centurian, throw your dice! Hurry!” Brit throws his boomerang to stall the CSF from advancing further. Centurian obeys and throws his dice, but the ground shakes violently, sending the dice into a crack in the road.
“Oh no, my dice! How am I supposed to know what number I-” The air ripples around Centurian. “Huh?”
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Britannica’s draw drops as his plans already begin to unravel. “Where’d he go!?”
D0GG walks out of the desolate building on his battle mech, hydraulics pumping air from exhaust vents as the ground rumbles below him with each step it takes. “Enough, CSF! Your most powerful player was melted into asphault by this machine, how well do you think you can stand up to it?”
“Oh, pretty well I’d imagine.” Scaramanga points his pistols toward the mechs fuel line and takes his shot.
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The ensuing explosion sends a ripple of heat outward, the blinding light burning Scaramanga’s retinas. “My eyes! I can’t see!” Scaramanga drops to the ground in pain as a wave of super-heated liquid gold from the Super Soaker Mech’s liquid tanks washes over his whole body, encasing him as it hardens.
“Your league is already short by two, JLR! Give up, and perhaps we shall save you as slaves for the New Order!” Moriarty laughs heavily and the ground begins to shake again. “What?” A plume of black bursts through the broken asphalt and heads toward the CSF. “Keep sharp, lads. If they try anything, I want Grendel and the Wolfman to eat them alive.” Grendel nods his head and the Wolfman growls.
A flying monkey drops Sunlight before Moriarty. “Hello, Moriarty. This is an interesting crossroads we’ve come to. I recommend a temporary truce, just until we deal with the JLR. Then I’ll let Callisto and my Winged Monkey army tear you to shreds.”
“What’s going on, Brit?” Wednesday scratches his head as the JLR stand around watching Sunlight and Moriarty shake hands.
“I don’t know Wednesday, but I think we’re screw-” Brit doesn’t have the time to finish his sentence when the air ripples around him and becomes static.
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“OH, SNAP!” Wednesday grips the top of his head with his hands. “That’s three of us gone! And now I have to lead since Brit and I tied in that poll!”
“What are we gonna do, Nuriko?” Tommy grips Nuriko’s tattered designer blouse.
“I don’t know, Tommy! Oh, I wish we were out shopping!”
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“What is this!” Wednesday pulls off his hat and stomps on it. “I’m losing my whole team!”
“It appears that the temporal rifts are worsening. Continuity and logic are out the window! We’ll be lucky if this story ends smooth.” The air around TTT ripples and becomes static.
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“TTT!” Wednesday yells, grabbing at the space his friend was standing a moment ago.
“Yes, continuity is damaged, but not beyond repair. That black hole D0GG created in Crotchgrabber has heightened the effects beyond our control. The only way to put this situation back in stable condition is to close the black hole.” TTT #2,435 says, massaging Wednesday’s shoulders to comfort him.
“How do we do that?” Wednesday asks, brushing the TTT away.
“I have to enter the anomaly and detonate my nanites, committing suicide.” TTT #2,435 tells him.
“Well go!” Wednesday pushes TTT #2,435 back. “There’s like a million of you guys! What do I care if one of you dies? FIX IT!” The air around TTT #2,435 ripples and becomes static.
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“JLR, we’re not going to fix this until TTT #2,345 dies…” Wednesday gets cut off by one of the TTT’s.
“Actually, that’s #2,435.” TTT #2,345 says to Wednesday.
“I don’t care! Go help him!”
“Okay.”
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“Now as I was saying, we’re not going to be able to beat these guys until the TTT’s get blowed up. So until then stall them!”
“I’m afraid it’s not going to be quite so simple, my dear Wednesday. Without your team you’ll be quite open to attack.” Moriarty strolls up with the other members of the CSF behind him. “Meet the new CSF, JLR! Bigger and more deadly than ever!” Moriarty laughs manically as Sunlight smirks.
“ I don’t think so.” SpandexMonkeyMan floats down from the sky, his wings a pure white, frightening away the darkness.
“Spandex! Oh, thank gob! Hurry and absorb a teleporter and get us out of here.” Wednesday barks at SMM.
“I can’t do that, boss.” SMM replies.
“Why not?”
“Because I absorbed Islington’s powers and if I release them he could come back to life.” SMM explains.
“Oh great! Now what?” Wednesday pinches the bridge of his nose.
“Uh, boss. I absorbed Islington. You know, the angel?” SMM winks at Wednesday.
“What’s that cloud?” Callisto asks out loud.
“What do you mean, Callisto? The whole sky is cloudy!” Sunlight yells over the incoming thunder. “What’s that thunder?”
“Ar, that be no cloud, and that be no thunder.” Captain Hook takes several steps back. “They sound like insects buzzing.”
“Locusts.” Moriarty’s voice cracks as the buzzing and thunder grow louder. “They’ve sent locusts.”
To be continued…
