Basically the game goes like this you post and if your the last one, you win. So currently, I Win.
Basically the game goes like this you post and if your the last one, you win. So currently, I Win.
Dethroned.
An ancient weapon of war, traveling the rifts between dimensions. It's body is set with machineries and weaponry of a far higher order than anything made today. Though it is a construct, it was built with the ability to grow, and so it has evolved like a living creature.
It generates the energy it needs to live by filtering and condensing Mist from the air.


Ha! I win!
Heart of Crystal - a Crystal Nuzlocke challenge story
Chapter 10

Dont resist mightyena! >:D
An ancient weapon of war, traveling the rifts between dimensions. It's body is set with machineries and weaponry of a far higher order than anything made today. Though it is a construct, it was built with the ability to grow, and so it has evolved like a living creature.
It generates the energy it needs to live by filtering and condensing Mist from the air.

:(
An ancient weapon of war, traveling the rifts between dimensions. It's body is set with machineries and weaponry of a far higher order than anything made today. Though it is a construct, it was built with the ability to grow, and so it has evolved like a living creature.
It generates the energy it needs to live by filtering and condensing Mist from the air.

I lose.

I has thread killing thumb. :U
Therefore Ilosewin.
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erm normally this thread would be considered one of those infamous HOS threads and I could easily claim eminent domain, but since posts don't count here...
Free for all!
[Jumps in leader's chair followed by mass stampede of hundreds of other heirs to this throne]
-In Simple Harmony-

No Rayne. You do not win. I win. *Is shot with an arrow*
"Through Lies and Deceit, a new Truth is born."
Proud Co-Game Master of A Game of Chance and A Game of Truths. When we look back, will us cardinal three see but a single skyscraper, or a gleaming skyline? For we are the Orchestrators, and this tale our glorious symphony of entwining fates and death. Only time can tell whether this is the end of our legacy, or merely the beginning.
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