Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-26084716-20160115023928/@comment-27281654-20160524004332


 * at the Manic base*

UMM: So... what you're telling me is that Manic eraser was killed.

Darkness Soldier: Yes, sir. I am so sor-

*UMM blows up the soldier using dark energy*

UMM: Apology accepted. Manic Dark Cat!

Uber Manic Dark Cat: Yes, milord! What, pray tell, dost thou require my services for?

UMM: ...go kill them. The Cats.

UMD: Yes, milord!

UMM: Secondary assignment: stop talking like that.

UMD: Yes, milord.

UMM: ...

*at the cat base*

Dark: I sense an evil force coming from the south.

Mohawk: The Great Woods?

Dark: Yes. Right behind it.

Mohawk: Hacker? Napalm.

Eraser: (How is he alive?)

Mohawk: (Stuff.)

Hacker: No dice. There's a dank energy barrier protecting there.

Mohawk: I think you mean "dark".

Hacker: No, dank.

Mohawk: Then I have a hunch as to who's the culprit.

This forest is filled with powerful enemies. Try hiding Cats behind the trees.

Has a short ranged and powerful, fast attack, with splash damage.

Baa Baa has been turned into something fierce.

Has a very fast attack, with very good movement speed.

Once you reach the end, Darkest Archer Cat appears.

Mohawk: So... YOU'RE the one who's making the dank energy barrier!

Darkcher: Why, yes, that's me. Thanks for asking.

Mohawk: Why would you do this?

Darkcher: That's my function.

Mohawk: You mean... you belong to...

Darkcher: I am the property of the Manics. I am but one of trillions of dark Cats.

Mohawk: We'll give you this one chance: please put down the barrier of dankness.

Darkcher: I can't. It follows me wherever I go.

Mohawk: Then can you move somewhere else?

Darkcher: No.

Mohawk: Bad choice, my friend.

Does massive damage from long distance. Get in close and he'll flee. Once he has 1 HP left, he'll run away, breaking the barrier.

Mohawk: (into a receiver) (Hacker!)

Hacker: (Yes?)

Mohawk: (Send in the napalm!)

Hacker: (There's a problem...)

Mohawk: (What is it? Are you injured? Dead? Secretly an alien spy?)

Hacker: (We're out of napalm.)

|*record *record needle scratch*

Mohawk: Whoever did that isn't getting supper after this is all finished! Even if they saved my life!

Macho Legs: Oh, so I guess the Record Police just decides who gets to play their music and when!

Once this skit is over, your cats enter the castle.