Techy
Tree Puncher
In the great realm of snapcraft, iBasss was feeling disturbed.
He kept feeling like he was being watched. Deciding it would be a good idea to step away from the throne for a while before he went insane, so he placed iMaartenn on the tall, woolen chair in the treehouse, and ran away to aXed's kingdom, where he hid away as an old man named Panorange34.
Back at the treehouse, iMaartenn was far from ruling. Strapped down to his hammock, his mouth muzzled and his panda claws wrapped up completely in palm leaves. Instead, sitting on the lands precious chair was an evil man. A very evil man. His name, was Nebrohire*.
Nebrohire, wearing a mask and costume, was pretending to be iBass, and let me tell you, the laws he passed were horrible. No public dancing. No playing. No singing in any areas exept from the end, where sound doesnt even travel. No sleeping for more than 2 hours. No armor. Not even the usage of wooden shovels in EG was allowed.
Soon, after deep treatment to avoid insanity, iBass returned to take back control of snapcraft. When he saw "himself" on the throne, he screamed, and, thinking that the panda-man before him was a demonic being, grabbed his arcane mage staff and swung it around his head with the strength of a thousand armies.
When the staff came in contact with Nebrohire's head,a powerful surge of lilac energy blasted through Nebrohire, revealing the face behind the mask.
Nebrohire stared at iBasss's powerful blue eyes.
iBasss stared back into the white pools of light before him.
The eyes flashed a deep red,
and then iBass could see nothing except deep, deep black.
Back in the nether, Nebrohire returned to his lair.
Twisting the nether wart key in the mushroom fields, he appeared inside the withers crypt with a look of victory on his face.
"iBass may have taken back the throne."
"But I have what I need."
He walked up to the gigantic witherstone sculpure, and held up the amulet to it.
"The witherpocalyps is just a step away."
Thanks for reading!
*Try reorganising the letters in Nebrohire.
He kept feeling like he was being watched. Deciding it would be a good idea to step away from the throne for a while before he went insane, so he placed iMaartenn on the tall, woolen chair in the treehouse, and ran away to aXed's kingdom, where he hid away as an old man named Panorange34.
Back at the treehouse, iMaartenn was far from ruling. Strapped down to his hammock, his mouth muzzled and his panda claws wrapped up completely in palm leaves. Instead, sitting on the lands precious chair was an evil man. A very evil man. His name, was Nebrohire*.
Nebrohire, wearing a mask and costume, was pretending to be iBass, and let me tell you, the laws he passed were horrible. No public dancing. No playing. No singing in any areas exept from the end, where sound doesnt even travel. No sleeping for more than 2 hours. No armor. Not even the usage of wooden shovels in EG was allowed.
Soon, after deep treatment to avoid insanity, iBass returned to take back control of snapcraft. When he saw "himself" on the throne, he screamed, and, thinking that the panda-man before him was a demonic being, grabbed his arcane mage staff and swung it around his head with the strength of a thousand armies.
When the staff came in contact with Nebrohire's head,a powerful surge of lilac energy blasted through Nebrohire, revealing the face behind the mask.
Nebrohire stared at iBasss's powerful blue eyes.
iBasss stared back into the white pools of light before him.
The eyes flashed a deep red,
and then iBass could see nothing except deep, deep black.
Back in the nether, Nebrohire returned to his lair.
Twisting the nether wart key in the mushroom fields, he appeared inside the withers crypt with a look of victory on his face.
"iBass may have taken back the throne."
"But I have what I need."
He walked up to the gigantic witherstone sculpure, and held up the amulet to it.
"The witherpocalyps is just a step away."
Thanks for reading!
*Try reorganising the letters in Nebrohire.
The horror!
