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-> ``Go. Find yourself a castle. Oh, new King."

It lets go of his shoulders, pushing the DJ to move out forward.

The moment the DJ's hand makes contact with the cube, it flies directly at the DJ's visor, attaching itself to his visor and letting out purple cracks over his body.

The DJ feels a prickling pain, sharp as a knife all over his body, and just as sudden, a couple moments later, it stops. He feels amazing, his pupils dialates, and he feels in a sugar rush.

But he can feel something crawling up his shoulder. A hand?

"What the fuck." Is all he can say. He's unaffected by the previous pain, as quite frankly, his ex has inflicted worse. He looked at the hand thing. What's that?

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The Lord lets out a laugh, gladilly surprised at the DJ's strength.

-> ``Of course. Of course! You're the one in charge. Quite the persistent one, you are!``

It places both hands on each of his shoulders. As the DJ keeps growing, but the Lord's size seems to keep up with the DJ.

-> ``But make sure you hide yourself for now. As in this way, they will not enjoy you.``

The moment the DJ's hand makes contact with the cube, it flies directly at the DJ's visor, attaching itself to his visor and letting out purple cracks over his body.

The DJ feels a prickling pain, sharp as a knife all over his body, and just as sudden, a couple moments later, it stops. He feels amazing, his pupils dialates, and he feels in a sugar rush.

But he can feel something crawling up his shoulder. A hand?

"What the fuck." Is all he can say. He's unaffected by the previous pain, as quite frankly, his ex has inflicted worse. He looked at the hand thing. What's that?

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-> ``Cared for... That is new.``

-> It lets out a chuckle that devolves into a maniacal laughter.

It lifts its head while laughing its deer horns casting a shadow infront of the DJ.

-> ``You lust for affection? Not power, not fame? Such a new feeling, a new desire.``

He feeling of excitement plagues the DJ's body. A forced feeling, dopamine raining onto his veins.

-> ``For maybe turn into a beauty, a KING. Where none can ignore, where you shall bring fourth a new age.``

The DJ can feel his size grow, his arms and legs heavier, a smile slowly being forced onto his face.

-> ``Euphoria. How is that for a name? Let your happiness rain on others, so all of them can smile with you?``

The moment the DJ's hand makes contact with the cube, it flies directly at the DJ's visor, attaching itself to his visor and letting out purple cracks over his body.

The DJ feels a prickling pain, sharp as a knife all over his body, and just as sudden, a couple moments later, it stops. He feels amazing, his pupils dialates, and he feels in a sugar rush.

But he can feel something crawling up his shoulder. A hand?

"What the fuck." Is all he can say. He's unaffected by the previous pain, as quite frankly, his ex has inflicted worse. He looked at the hand thing. What's that?

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-> ``Tell me who you are. TALK!``

-> They command out, his voice ringing inside the cube.

-> ``Who will you become? Who will you morph into.``

The Lord lets go of the hair, its form standing right behind the DJ.

Lowering itself for its head to stand above his shoulders

-> ``Will you be a rebel? A hero? A lord? A GOD?``

-> It states like a passionate director, a script-writer.

-> ``How much POWER? How much you desire?``

The moment the DJ's hand makes contact with the cube, it flies directly at the DJ's visor, attaching itself to his visor and letting out purple cracks over his body.

The DJ feels a prickling pain, sharp as a knife all over his body, and just as sudden, a couple moments later, it stops. He feels amazing, his pupils dialates, and he feels in a sugar rush.

But he can feel something crawling up his shoulder. A hand?

"What the fuck." Is all he can say. He's unaffected by the previous pain, as quite frankly, his ex has inflicted worse. He looked at the hand thing. What's that?

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-> ``Let out your voice, Darling. Let me hear your cries so I can shape you as you wish.``

It lets go of his shoulder, marching to the side and passing its hands on the DJ's hair.

Even with it out of sight, a smile can be felt, a grin as large as the void reaver itself.

-> ``Let who you are be heard, for now the moonlight shines on you.``

The moment the DJ's hand makes contact with the cube, it flies directly at the DJ's visor, attaching itself to his visor and letting out purple cracks over his body.

The DJ feels a prickling pain, sharp as a knife all over his body, and just as sudden, a couple moments later, it stops. He feels amazing, his pupils dialates, and he feels in a sugar rush.

But he can feel something crawling up his shoulder. A hand?

"What the fuck." Is all he can say. He's unaffected by the previous pain, as quite frankly, his ex has inflicted worse. He looked at the hand thing. What's that?

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"Misses, I would like to question. How exactly does your medical abilities work?"

(To Medic)

-> Necromancer ( @thetdsblog )

"A bit of confidential information! There's different [REDACTED]s that go into my gun, which have different effects! For example, [REDACTED] is used mainly to heal weakness, and [REDACTED] is used as a needle gun for a weapon. Although I do use my needle gun occasionally... I prefer saws!" -Medic❤

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[Lemon, The Golden Guardian]

"Call me a bolt of lightning because I hit exactly like one!"

(One day, when I learn how to draw. There will be a image. But for now just now its similar to the TDS design but the wings are little ornoments on the hood instead of actual wings. Lemon in particular has 4 wings in total. 2 on each side and 2 little feathers in the top of the hood)

The second highest in command in the Golden Armada. Just behind the Golden Titan itself. Ask anything to this fish amphibian as the first character we got!

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Let me be clear that I will NOT use modern designs and lore. The only thing modern I will use is towers, Exo and the God Cube, and The Children of Exo. Nothing else, nothing more. Everything past Duck Hunt 2022 is not here :P

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Its the word flood /silly

(A letter greets the commander.

Seemly from a closeby department.

With the standard military stamp.

With ragged older paper then usual, but still modern paper.)

"Commander [REDACTED].

A nearby hostile group of large size has been spotted by multiple of our scouts, causing some concern between our ranks.

And considering that Your Deparment is the closest to ours, and this group can cause problems to both of us.

I am convocating you, so a plan of combat can be set before this horde can become a problem.

- Deparment of Magical Arts and Inhuman Spyonage,

Signed ______"

(The name signed seems to use a different letter pattern. A different language mayhaps?)

He would shortly walk out of his office to go talk to Medic and some other towers about this letter. Though, he wonders who this Department is, and if he should be trusting them. Nevertheless, he continues on.

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(The Minigunner, Pyromancer and Freezer. The only ones not playing attention to a phone. Manage to spot some movement in the forest far away. The trees are shaken by something, As birds fly away from there in a panic. But before anything else can be noticed, the door creaks open. As a figure steps in. Wearing black pants. A business suit similar to Commander's, even if it bares a Golden Color with noticeable technological attachments. The figure seems to be an Abnormals. Wearing a golden respirator covering all of the bottom of his face. Connected to a canister carried on his back. Wearing the standard Commander Cap. Even if its also Golden like the suit. With the Robloxia's Logo being made of Silver instead of Gold. The Commando walks towards his desk. Making his way through the side of the office. Going towards the office chair behind the desk and sitting down.)

"I was expecting more then just 5."

(Commando complains. Expecting to be greeted with something more.)

"But oh well. What do we have to work with then?"

(His voice is tired, yet accerting and commandative. Sounding muffled as he talks through the respirator.)

(A letter greets the commander.

Seemly from a closeby department.

With the standard military stamp.

With ragged older paper then usual, but still modern paper.)

"Commander [REDACTED].

A nearby hostile group of large size has been spotted by multiple of our scouts, causing some concern between our ranks.

And considering that Your Deparment is the closest to ours, and this group can cause problems to both of us.

I am convocating you, so a plan of combat can be set before this horde can become a problem.

- Deparment of Magical Arts and Inhuman Spyonage,

Signed ______"

(The name signed seems to use a different letter pattern. A different language mayhaps?)

He would shortly walk out of his office to go talk to Medic and some other towers about this letter. Though, he wonders who this Department is, and if he should be trusting them. Nevertheless, he continues on.

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(The office is much more. Technological then the rest of the outpost, looking more like and actual office you would see in a military facility then a medieval castle. A simple iron table in a C shape. Standing right enfront of giant window, covering most of the wall behind it. Giving a vision onto the outpost and into the forest beyond it. There are some bookshelves in the side of the office. With some simple chairs standing atop a rug in the center of the room, having a simple pine plank as the floor.)

(A letter greets the commander.

Seemly from a closeby department.

With the standard military stamp.

With ragged older paper then usual, but still modern paper.)

"Commander [REDACTED].

A nearby hostile group of large size has been spotted by multiple of our scouts, causing some concern between our ranks.

And considering that Your Deparment is the closest to ours, and this group can cause problems to both of us.

I am convocating you, so a plan of combat can be set before this horde can become a problem.

- Deparment of Magical Arts and Inhuman Spyonage,

Signed ______"

(The name signed seems to use a different letter pattern. A different language mayhaps?)

He would shortly walk out of his office to go talk to Medic and some other towers about this letter. Though, he wonders who this Department is, and if he should be trusting them. Nevertheless, he continues on.

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"Oh! So you're the guys Taurus told me about, got it! His office is on the third floor! Just go up the stairs and there should be some signs directing you towards it! He is on lunch break right now. I will call him for you."

(The Golden hops from the stool, leaving from behind the desk and moving himself in a manner you would see in a Jurassic Park movie. Making his way towards the lunch room.)

(A letter greets the commander.

Seemly from a closeby department.

With the standard military stamp.

With ragged older paper then usual, but still modern paper.)

"Commander [REDACTED].

A nearby hostile group of large size has been spotted by multiple of our scouts, causing some concern between our ranks.

And considering that Your Deparment is the closest to ours, and this group can cause problems to both of us.

I am convocating you, so a plan of combat can be set before this horde can become a problem.

- Deparment of Magical Arts and Inhuman Spyonage,

Signed ______"

(The name signed seems to use a different letter pattern. A different language mayhaps?)

He would shortly walk out of his office to go talk to Medic and some other towers about this letter. Though, he wonders who this Department is, and if he should be trusting them. Nevertheless, he continues on.

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(The receptionist hears the voice. Jumping from under the desk into a wooden stool. The receptionist doesn't looks human at all. It looks more like a weird eel thing. Using two claws to move around. A lack of noticeable eyes. Seemly a flower like face with yellow skin and glowing white stripes.)

"Oh howdy! You guys got here pretty soon! I don't need any help here, Paperwork is just a headache sometimes."

(The Golden places its claws onto the desk. Aiming its head towards the minigunner. Looking at him)

"What can I help you with sir?"

(A letter greets the commander.

Seemly from a closeby department.

With the standard military stamp.

With ragged older paper then usual, but still modern paper.)

"Commander [REDACTED].

A nearby hostile group of large size has been spotted by multiple of our scouts, causing some concern between our ranks.

And considering that Your Deparment is the closest to ours, and this group can cause problems to both of us.

I am convocating you, so a plan of combat can be set before this horde can become a problem.

- Deparment of Magical Arts and Inhuman Spyonage,

Signed ______"

(The name signed seems to use a different letter pattern. A different language mayhaps?)

He would shortly walk out of his office to go talk to Medic and some other towers about this letter. Though, he wonders who this Department is, and if he should be trusting them. Nevertheless, he continues on.

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(As they walk through the base. Its pretty clear no humans are insight. But there are quite the arrangement of different zombies walking around. Even if instead of wearing the Ragged clothing they are seen most of the time, they are just wearing military fashioned clothing. Even with some different details and such. As the group enters the main building, they are greeted by the reception of the main building. The secretary seemly struggling with something under the reception desk. Some papers fly from under the table as it searches for something. Its body hidden by the desk. Its heard quiet mubbling heard from under there.)

(A letter greets the commander.

Seemly from a closeby department.

With the standard military stamp.

With ragged older paper then usual, but still modern paper.)

"Commander [REDACTED].

A nearby hostile group of large size has been spotted by multiple of our scouts, causing some concern between our ranks.

And considering that Your Deparment is the closest to ours, and this group can cause problems to both of us.

I am convocating you, so a plan of combat can be set before this horde can become a problem.

- Deparment of Magical Arts and Inhuman Spyonage,

Signed ______"

(The name signed seems to use a different letter pattern. A different language mayhaps?)

He would shortly walk out of his office to go talk to Medic and some other towers about this letter. Though, he wonders who this Department is, and if he should be trusting them. Nevertheless, he continues on.

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(A skeleton peeks down from the wall. It waves down at the sledger, then peeking behind the wall, doing some hands movements. After some moments. The gate creaks and starts to open. The car starts, picking up speed and entering the outpost. With the gates starting to close as the car enters. The driver enters on what seems to be a warehouse. Where he parks the car. Turning it off.)

"Oi. So, the main building should be bout that way."

(The driver points to the north. The building can't be seen from inside the warehouse.)

"From there just talk to the Secretary and he should be able to get yall to Boss. Good luck planning to attack whatever is creeping nearby!"

(A letter greets the commander.

Seemly from a closeby department.

With the standard military stamp.

With ragged older paper then usual, but still modern paper.)

"Commander [REDACTED].

A nearby hostile group of large size has been spotted by multiple of our scouts, causing some concern between our ranks.

And considering that Your Deparment is the closest to ours, and this group can cause problems to both of us.

I am convocating you, so a plan of combat can be set before this horde can become a problem.

- Deparment of Magical Arts and Inhuman Spyonage,

Signed ______"

(The name signed seems to use a different letter pattern. A different language mayhaps?)

He would shortly walk out of his office to go talk to Medic and some other towers about this letter. Though, he wonders who this Department is, and if he should be trusting them. Nevertheless, he continues on.

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(The truck beings to slow down as they approach the base. The guard notices the truck. Placing the hammer to the side to block the gate. Stepping to the side. The truck stops right infront of the hammer, as the Sledger lowers its head to looks inside the truck)

"Oi! Hey there big guy!"

"Who are you with."

(The Sledger's voice is noticeably loud and agressive, something like a General giving orders. It questions the driver with the squadron in the car)

"Just some mercenaries from another department. They were asked to come here by The Boss!"

"Hmmph."

(The sledger lifts its hammer. Placing it back onto its shoulder. Turning to the gate and looking upwards, Signalling for someone to open it)

(A letter greets the commander.

Seemly from a closeby department.

With the standard military stamp.

With ragged older paper then usual, but still modern paper.)

"Commander [REDACTED].

A nearby hostile group of large size has been spotted by multiple of our scouts, causing some concern between our ranks.

And considering that Your Deparment is the closest to ours, and this group can cause problems to both of us.

I am convocating you, so a plan of combat can be set before this horde can become a problem.

- Deparment of Magical Arts and Inhuman Spyonage,

Signed ______"

(The name signed seems to use a different letter pattern. A different language mayhaps?)

He would shortly walk out of his office to go talk to Medic and some other towers about this letter. Though, he wonders who this Department is, and if he should be trusting them. Nevertheless, he continues on.

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"Yeah! Its the coolest department ever! With the best look infact!"

(The driver chuckles. Cofing once again. The outpost gets bigger and bigger as they approach it, With the gates to it even being able to be seen. There seems to be a guard infront of the gate. Using winter attire with a light blue color scheme. Some armor pieces in its torso, shoulders and legs. With a pair of ski goggles surrounded by pieces of ice stuck its face. The same pieces of ice make two horns and a mouth like formation under the googles. And the most noticeable part. The guard has a Giant Hammer with pieces of ice stuck to it. The hammer seems to be a decent size compared to the guard. Who seems to be. . . Around The Size of a Slow boss?)

"Almost there! Can already smell my lunch from here!"

(The driver chuckles at his own joke, looking back at the road)

(A letter greets the commander.

Seemly from a closeby department.

With the standard military stamp.

With ragged older paper then usual, but still modern paper.)

"Commander [REDACTED].

A nearby hostile group of large size has been spotted by multiple of our scouts, causing some concern between our ranks.

And considering that Your Deparment is the closest to ours, and this group can cause problems to both of us.

I am convocating you, so a plan of combat can be set before this horde can become a problem.

- Deparment of Magical Arts and Inhuman Spyonage,

Signed ______"

(The name signed seems to use a different letter pattern. A different language mayhaps?)

He would shortly walk out of his office to go talk to Medic and some other towers about this letter. Though, he wonders who this Department is, and if he should be trusting them. Nevertheless, he continues on.