[King_Chaos]
Neitsabes
[King_Chaos]
Neitsabes
[King_Chaos]
*Walks in carrying a bag of waffles*
ninja SPY! ASSASSIN! TRAITOR! BLASPHEME!
These?! But these are nothing but harmless...normal...painless.....WAFFLES!!! *Starts throwing them at people like disks*
*jumps, dodging two of them, and launching a muffin at you* Kamehamuffin!
scream ((You did not just bring DBZ into this!
xd ))
*Jumps high into the sky* Waffle friends, protect me!
*Three waffles the size of the average man surround me*
*Lifts both hands into the air* People of Waffle world, give me your strength!
*a waffle starts to grow inbetween his hands*
((I SHALL RBING ANYTHING I WANT TO
scream IT'S RPIN TIME BIOTCH!))
He observed as the dark figure made a feeble attempt to counter attack. Smirking, he closed his eyes and got into his stance: his legs making a square, his elbows touching his knees, his hand touching his head... It was the Muffin stance. A circle of ancient arcane writting surrounded him in a mystical fashion, glowing and pulsating as he mumbled random words to increase his current mana flow.
Opening his eyes, he blinds anyone nearby as they shine with the intensity of one thousand suns, displaying his power in the most basic visual form. The earth and material around him dematerialised, escaping to an unknown plane of existance. The arcane writting multiplied and surrounded him in a dome type fashion, glowing brighter. His words started echoing throughout the different dimensions, calling on every and all Muffin powers he could gather. The reality around him shifted and blurred, causing waves to appear around him, moving existance itself as he called on powers that were beyong anyone's imagination.
The writting slowly turned into the shape of a muffin, and the letters stopped twirling, each of them displaying a picture of a muffin, forming a giant Muffin. The god-like figure stood up, his body surrounded by magical blue armor that was transparent; made only from mystical energy gathered throughout the universes. "this is why..." Started the -now- silver haired man, in a voice that would make any mortal crumble out of worship "They call me...". His stance shifted, both of his legs in the shape of an arc, he pointed his etheral staff to his adversary, his eyes filled with insanity, and his smile born of madness.
"MUFFIN KING!" The energy was released, like a rocket, the Muffin headed right to the traitor. Though the blast was small, it carried colossal amount of cosmic energy, reflected by the fact that all the smaller Muffins were now firing other muffins, all kinds of them. Blue muffins, dragon muffins, muffin templars, muffin samurai, fox muffins, muffin knights, midnight muffins, super muffins, ninja muffins, and so much more. The flying King of Muffins twirled, makig sure his attack would drill through anything the poser threw at him.