THE BATTLE OF THE GODS by Name Redacted

The night was dark and stormy. The Mighty
Pickle was sitting on his throne under the light of torches in his castle. The
throne room was big. The walls, the floor and the ceiling were made out of
obsidian, decorated with gold. There were also symbols were carved into the
walls. The throne was also made of obsidian, but it was covered in amber. There
were two guards next to the entrance to the throne room. They were holding
double axes, and they looked like humans, but they were green and had very
sharp fangs. Those were the pickles. No, not the pickles we are used to.
Pickled vegetables are only a tool, they are not sentient beings. But those
pickles that were guarding the Mighty Pickle, oh, those pickles were much worse
than that. They had minds. They were real, living servants of The Mighty
Pickle, part of his legions. The Mighty Pickle himself looked like an ordinary
human. He took this form so he doesn't accidentally destroy his castle. His
real form is so terrifying it cannot even be described.
Suddenly, someone opened the door. A figure in
black clothes entered the throne room. It was a member of the piqlanist order,
order of Pickle's dark mages. He approached the throne and kneeled before The
Mighty Pickle. And The Mighty Pickle spoke to him:
"You have failed me, Name Redacted. And I
do not accept failure."
"B-but... There was many of them... I...
I have information for you! I have something you might use... P-please don't
kill me."
"Speak, if you care about your
life!"
"They have another weapon of the
Duck."
"Go on."
"They have the Duck's trident. The power
of The Fork Ness is in their hands."
"Ha! That is your 'useful information'?
You will never fail me again. DIE!"
The Mighty Pickle pointed his hand at Name
Redacted. Name Redacted's body rose slowly in the air. His body started
shaking. He let out a scream of pain as evil power of the pickle slowly
surrounded. His body was burning. Even his soul was getting torn into shreds.
He wasn't just dead. He ceased to exist. He couldn't even reach afterlife.
After few seconds, his dead body dropped on the floor.
"I find it hard to believe are incapable
to kill few people and end this cult. Now I shall destroy the cult
myself."
Ddawg and Lawsome were standing near the
entrance to the temple.
"Look! Over there!", Lawsome said.
There appeared to be a storm spreading from
the horizon. It was moving in their direction, very fast. The ground started
shaking as the storm approached. In the middle of the storm there was The
Mighty Pickle in his true form. The darkness was consuming everything around
him. The citizens of the GMC were screaming. Thunders everywhere. Pure state of
panic. The huge crater was forming, and the ground was slowlly getting
destroyed. It was like the apocalypse. Near the pickle there was nothing.
Absolutely nothing. There was no ground beneath him. There were no buildings
around him. There was no living being near him. Terrible fear filled the minds
of everyone looking at this. And The Mighty Pickle was still moving forward.
Out of nowhere, light appeared. Light so
wonderful, so warm and so bright it could bring back the dead and make them
dance happily. The flowers bloomed. Everything around the light source was so
great, so happy. And the light source was The Great Duck. And The Great Duck
spoke with the voice very strong, very deep.
"You shall not pass!", the voice
echoed. A strong flash of light could be seen as The Great Duck and The Mighty
Pickle vanished somewhere.
"What happened? Where did they go?"
asked Lawsome.
"To the ruins of the YYGF, where I sent
them with this gem. I do not have the power to affect the battle in any other
way, but I can at least move it somewhere where it will not do damage."
Roytheshort, who just came, said.
And so the battle continued in the ruins of
YYGF, the place destroyed by war between hackers and moderators. While they
were fighting, their surroundings were slowly fading and disappearing. The
reality itself was getting ripped into pieces around them. Everything was
slowly falling apart into bits and bites. It was all becoming dust of zeroes
and ones. And soon even that didn't exist. There was only The Great Duck, The
Mighty Pickle and Error 404. And so, the YYGF was no more.
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