OverdrivePrime
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More imagination, guys! :loltongue:
My eyes blaze a supernatural blue for a moment as I crack my knuckles. There is a burst of tornado-force wind that emanates from me as my battle aura reaches its pinnacle! I dash forward, reaching into my shirt to produce a signed 8x10" glossy photo of Optimus Prime gettin' it on with Natalie Portman. As your jaw drops at the amazing/horrific image, I blast forward with my right fist, smashing through your teeth and grabbing you by the uvula.
I quickly shift stance, taking you off balance and then begin to swing you overhead by the uvula (which begins to stretch to a ridiculous length), smashing you into street lights, taxi cabs, mailboxes and various street performers. Just as you think you can't take any more, I detect a more powerful battle aura off in a nearby alley.
My eyes blaze so blue that for a moment, the whole world is tinted cobalt, and I deftly flick my wrist, snapping your mouth back to my fist. Using your skull as a boxing glove, I charge the alley and Falcon Puuuuuuunch at the potent force I detected there.
Oh ****! It's Christopher Walken! He spinning back-kicks the top of of your head and your whole body explodes, doing significant damage to my hand in the process. I am covered in gore and gobbets of flesh, while ol' Chris Walken is looking dapper as SkullMan in his neatly pressed suit. He smiles and takes me over to a bar, where we pound back whiskey and he tells me stories of all the people he's killed, just by nailing their girlfriends.
My eyes blaze a supernatural blue for a moment as I crack my knuckles. There is a burst of tornado-force wind that emanates from me as my battle aura reaches its pinnacle! I dash forward, reaching into my shirt to produce a signed 8x10" glossy photo of Optimus Prime gettin' it on with Natalie Portman. As your jaw drops at the amazing/horrific image, I blast forward with my right fist, smashing through your teeth and grabbing you by the uvula.
I quickly shift stance, taking you off balance and then begin to swing you overhead by the uvula (which begins to stretch to a ridiculous length), smashing you into street lights, taxi cabs, mailboxes and various street performers. Just as you think you can't take any more, I detect a more powerful battle aura off in a nearby alley.
My eyes blaze so blue that for a moment, the whole world is tinted cobalt, and I deftly flick my wrist, snapping your mouth back to my fist. Using your skull as a boxing glove, I charge the alley and Falcon Puuuuuuunch at the potent force I detected there.
Oh ****! It's Christopher Walken! He spinning back-kicks the top of of your head and your whole body explodes, doing significant damage to my hand in the process. I am covered in gore and gobbets of flesh, while ol' Chris Walken is looking dapper as SkullMan in his neatly pressed suit. He smiles and takes me over to a bar, where we pound back whiskey and he tells me stories of all the people he's killed, just by nailing their girlfriends.
