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If thread gets deleted, could we get our posts moved to another thread? I don't want to lose all this epic lore!

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Clifton nodded his approval at the two additional delinquents. He would need all the help they could get. They marched to the dark doors of Valhalla, a dreadful silence hanging over the air in place of the joyous battles and drunken festivities that once filled the lands. The crumpled corpse of a yeti and yak laid in the courtyard. The sight sent shivers down his stoat genes. He pushed open the doors, and shafts of heavenly light pierced the dark halls. Inside, the mangled corpses of the Norse pantheon decorated the interior. Atop the mighty throne sat a dark figure.

Reedus's Dad rose.

"What brings you to this Hall of Heathens?" asked Reedus's Dad. He lifted a mighty blade of tempered teenage angst. The Reedusword. "These Scandinavian beasts thought that their blasphemous antics would never come to an end. They thought they were safe from my Papal Wrath in this realm of Asgard. They should have been unreachable, but they forgot one detail."

He began to walk towards the group.

"I happen to be a Catholic."

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Peace out, guys. Have a nice Tuesday tho

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There's no brakes on this plot cliche train!

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I've always been an entertainer at heart. :D

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With a dusty cowboy sigh, Commander Pistols stood up, reveal his well concealed deformity. His right foot was a pistol now, and it shamed him to no end. "Very well. Please follow me." He led them to panel. Lifting it to reveal a button, he pressed it. In the middle of the room, a portal flickered to life. Through it they could see Asgard. "There you go, now please leave me out of this."

"I don't think you understand me, Pistols. We need YOU. HE knows YOU. And, if I recall correctly... you're also a Catholic," sneered Clifton with nefarious fervor. At gunpoint, he pushed Commander Pistols into the portal.

On the other side of the portal, a cold wind blew, chilling the band to the bone. Valhalla loomed in the distance, ominously. They knew not for certain what lay beyond. "Ready?" asked Clifton.

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Clifton took charge. He turned the corner, space pistol drawn. A man was there, admiring himself in the mirror. "You!" shouted Clifton. "Give me your keycard!"

The man turned to Clifton and laughed boldly. "Do you spaceknow who I am? It is I, Maglorial Eptomititus! If you spacethink you'll be getting spacepassed me, spacethink again!"

Clifton fire a round through Maglorial Eptomititus' spacehead and swiped the keycard. He made his way to the command room. Sliding the card, he entered the room. On the other end, a man sat hunched over his desk, deep in though. When he saw Clifton and Tobias enter the room armed, he could only stare with his mouth gaping like the maw of Gaping Dragon.

"What in fucking tarnation is this?" exclaimed Commander Pistols.

"Weston Pistols, I knew I'd find you here," said Clifton.

"It's COMMANDER PISTOLS, you daggone son of a bitch!"

Clifton was done with this bullshit. He rammed the pistol into Commander Pistols' cowboy face. "I don't have time for this jingjangle shit. You're going to take us to Asgard to see HIM. Now!"

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I thought a sidestory would help enrich the lore. That way we have of the BREEDS volunteers still underground as well as exploring the deep backstories of the the universe.

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Sidestory?

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"We don't have time for this! This train is leaving the station!" With that, Clifton reignited the RCS thrusters and took flight. With careful steering, they ascended back through the hole the satellite had created and once more arrived in the free world as free men on a free mission. "I'd suggesting holding your breath!" screamed Clifton to Tobias as their noble vessel climbed higher and higher into the atmosphere. He could just start to feel his lungs screaming for reprieve when the International Space Station came into view. With a crash, they bulldozed their way inside. He quickly dismounted and disarmed a stunned astronaut before finishing him off with a bullet to the head. "Tobias, you won't understand this, but there's a man on this station that we need. He's going to help us whether he wants to or not. Best arm yourself, chap."