I cannot wait any longer. Prepare for the utter epicness that is...the final chapter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Search
Chapter 12: The Revival of The Great One
*disclaimer: All characters depicted in this story have given their permission
Hmm, this one is longer than most of them...but this has to be the last chapter. I guess I kinda pushed it in.
Nicho, Papi, Hammy, and Rion managed to get Graham out of the room and led him to a safe corridor.
"What's this about?" said Nicho, confused.
"Listen to me and I will explain," said Graham calmly. The two heroes couldn't help but admire his cool collection during the heat of battle.
"We don't really have time for storytelling," said Hammy nervously.
"Listen to me anyway. We have no choice. When I read that scroll a powerful and awe-inspiring being will be set free after thousands of years of imprisonment. If you are not prepared for his arrival, you will likely be killed," said Graham. Nicho, Hammy, Rion, and Papi leaned closer without realizing they were.
"Long ago, the land of ArmorGames was hardly plagued by Spammers, Trollers, Flamers, Perma-Noobs, or invading forces from the lands of Kongregate or Newgrounds. That was because we had a mighty force on our side, which drove out all the evil when it'd hardly begun. This force was Strop, the ninja horse. He was the True Moderator: a force to be reckoned with, at least ten times more powerful than anyone on the current Mod Council. And all was well and good under his protection, until one fateful Halloween party. Everyone with influence in ArmorGames was there. And Strop was the crowning jewel in that prize party. But when he arrived, several people started screaming in fright. The great Ninja Horse, the one True Mod, the one they entrusted their livelihood to...had shown up in a dress. Many dropped dead of fright on the spot. The rest ran screaming from the scene. They ran straight to the Wizards of Search Engine, who agreed to help them with their plight. They were convinced that Strop was wielding too much power, and they would end it. All the members of the Wizards of Search Engine's guild, the most powerful wizards in all the Internet, used their powers to create a spell. And that spell, they placed in a scroll. Strop couldn't be killed; so the spell would bind him in Google for eternity. It was successful, and Strop was imprisoned. Not long after, Spammers, Flamers, and the like returned to ArmorGames. But with no Mod there to protect them, the members of AG fell. Many tried to find the scroll and reverse the spell, but it was lost forever. And soon, the entire world of AG fell into darkness. This was the case for three thousand years. We tried to rebuild the power of the Mods, but it was no use. So we simply created the Moderator's Council, and they tried their best to protect the land. The scroll which could release Strop, the scroll which could save us all, remained lost. Until...apparently...now," Graham said, his voice echoing across the corridor.
"You mean to tell me that I just stumbled upon a scroll that's been sought after for three thousand years?" Nicho said incredulously.
"Yes," Graham said. It was convincing.
"But...how?" Papi asked.
"Well, I don't think you just stumbled upon it," Graham said.
"What do you mean?" Hammy queried
"I, being the Supreme Mod, can read this scroll. And there seems to be an addition at the bottom," Graham answered.
"Well? What's it say?" Rion asked
"Hope you know how to handle this thing -Moat," said Graham. Then, suddenly, an entire regiment of Turned Mods spotted them and charged. Graham began to read the scroll, while Nicho, Rion, Papi, and Hammy defended him against the horde of evil guards. Graham's voice echoed across the corridor, reverberating and getting louder and faster. Until the words were indecipherable. A blue mist began to envelop Graham. Suddenly, there was a BOOM!, a flash of bright white light, which stunned everyone. Then, while everyone was recovering, they saw an amazing sight. Graham was being helped up...by a horse dressed fully in ninja-gear. Strop, the once fallen Mod.
Alerted by the noises, the rest of the Loyal Mods, Turned Mods, Shank, and Ping, came running to the corridor. Strop seemed to know just what was happening, and appeared unshaken by the masses of evil Moderators bearing down on him and his allies. He whipped out his amazing ninja skills. He easily took down hordes of Turned Moderators with his cool roundhouse kicks and improvised moves. Suddenly, there came a change in the battle. Ping was casting a spell. It must've been a short spell, because by the time Strop kicked his way over to Ping, both Ping and Shank had disappeared. Never to be found again.
It was a few hours later the heroes and Mod returned to Wiliex. The poor creature was still alive.
"We must kill it," said Graham decisively "It poses a major threat. If someone becomes immortal, not even Strop will be able to stop them."
"No," said Strop, equally decisive. "It hasn't done anything wrong. We can't kill it. We simply must guard it. It is difficult to get a single drop of blood out of it."
"Very well," said Graham, unaccustomed to taking orders. And then, Moat appeared, although still flickering.
"Hmph! You never would've defeated them if I hadn't retrieved that scroll for you!" said the young god. "And you didn't even bring me back my Spam Hammer. Heck, now that I think about it, you haven't done anything I sent you here to do. The creature is still alive, my weapon is still missing, and now I think about that, you even let the guys you were after escape. Now what?" Moat said, folding his translucent arms. Nicho and Rion sighed.
The End
