City 17

"I live~!!" SoS shouted, sitting up.

"Well what the hell do we do now?"

Rorschach walk in, kills everyone, then leaves.

Appears out of thin air, seeing a RP'r, Austin, pretending to be some sort of badass, but failing, and instead is attempting to kill a tree.

She shoots Austin with her SW 500, then disappears yet again.

*randomly appears and starts hacking at a tree stump with an ak/47, swinging it by the barrel. the stomp suddenly explodes and he stops, drops, and rolls before grabbing the ak/47, which suddenly misfires into his leg and he hops around on his head holding his leg. then he poofs to re appear later.*

Cyoa sits back and watches all of this.

"Bwahahahahahahah!", he laughs to noone in particular.

A SW 500 appears of nowhere, and is about to fire when Cyoa decides that it is not so. The gun turns into a bunny and hops away happily. The road turns into a meadow, and grass grows at a miraculous rate.

"Nothing happens in this world unless I do it!", Cyoa shouted, again to noone in particular.

The mysterious woman stomps down, turning the bunny into a limp, bloody mess, her SW 500 reappearing in it's holster.

"You do not understand what I am... I'm surprised no one has guessed yet..."

She reappears beside CYOA, and pulls out a straight-edge razor, flipping and spinning it in her fingers.

"I...am a God-Modder."

With a sudden quick movement, she slits CYOA's throat, allowing him to slowly bleed to death, the last hiss of his breath escaping.

"No one is safe..."

She disappears into thin air, not a single speck of dust disturbed.

*switches characters*

*Drops in from the sky and violently kills everyone.*

"It is I!! The ridiculously overpowered hidden boss that Trigger likes to put in all of his stories! Fear me!" shouted the hulking mass of sheer power.

"No, it is I. The person you thought died but didn't really and now I am here to exact my revenge on people that are indirectly responsible for my death!"

The God-Modder reappears, seeing this new threat, and hissing in disgust.

"An overpowered boss... It's... Annoyingly persistent."

She disappears for 4 long seconds, then reappears with a small army of clones, each wielding an HK UMP, an SW 500, and a Katana strapped to their back. None of them but original carried a razor, embroidered with her name.

"Let's...Do this."

They all charge, some unsheathing their Katanas, others pulling their SW 500's out of their holsters, and the rest pulling out their HK UMP's.

From the heavens, a booming voice announces, "THIS HAS GONE ON LONG ENOUGH."

The earth shook, the skies thundered, the sun turned black. All of existence seemed to disappear in a flash of light, and froze.

The Thread had been locked.

The ridiculously overpowered boss (Who will now be referred to as Bingo) took notice of the approaching army, threw back his head, and laughed.

"I come equipped with a nickel that only lands on tails! I cannot be defeated!" Bingo stated, drawing his three-handed scythe of dominance.

Meanwhile, the unexpected collapse of existence went unnoticed.

The God-Modder smiles crookedly.

"You don't understand... the coin does not have any control over me..."

The army proceeded to open fire upon the dreaded Bingo, him much to suprised to react. The ones with the Katanas got close, and started to slowly and painfully cut him into many, many pieces.

The clones with the SW 500s aimed for the head, while the HK UMP wielders just fired wherever they like.

Eventually, Bingo was lying on the ground in many strings, much like grated cheese.

"Heh..."

The hammer of ban fell upon the land, crushing the armies.

The God-Modder held up her hand, and the Ban Hammer stopped, inches from contact.

Due to this disruption of the hammer, the topic jumped across the space-time mainstream! It has now become a tale, a story, instead of a roleplay.

The God Modder stood in place, watching as everything around her disappeared, leaving her and her army in a dark, black void. They were standing, but there was nothing below them.

She smiles another crooked smile, and chuckles as she pulls the razor from her pocket once more, flipping open the razor, and slitting her own throat, collapsing to the floor. Her clones freeze in place, lifeless, blood pouring out their eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

And then pie was given out.

The Editor smiled, glad that his work had been done.

Suddenly, Bingo revived for no reason and continued to rampage across the land, pillaging and maiming as he saw fit.