I did finish the original series. If you are asking me to finish this one, that I cannot do.

Wayyyyy too long

Then don't read it dum ****.

Do you even read? Maybe we could ask that pictures be made so your dumazz can follow along.

Wait....is there pictures?

You could make some. I'm not a very good artist I'm afraid.

Over my time stalking the war room, realizing I'm too old and rusty to play dust competitively, and watching your "the best" threads, I've come to realize all your choices are worse than my preferences towards smoothies (had an almond/coffee one... wouldn't recommend). So I've decided to relive the old days, a time of war, a time of strife, of comradery. A tale of heroes long past, and heroes who wish to not relive their struggles.

Now sit back, young ones, and listen to a tale like a lot of others you've probably heard:

Deep in the deserts of an unknown land, there sat a temple, forgotten by time. Inside, a lone priest sat and meditated on the words of his lord and savior, chanting the phrase "Praise Munson, praise the pipes". This warrior was known as Silver Strike.

As he chanted his phrase, communing with his master, intense pain washed over his entire body. He collapsed onto the floor. He opened his eyes, and he saw a vision. A dark army marched over the lands of Molden Heath, burning the land. In the midst of all the chaos, a lone dark figure stood over a mountain of rubble. His face concealed, all that Silver could make out was a chestpiece rusted through, with an electronic blue cobra on the front. As the pain receded, so too did the vision.

Silver came back to his feet, he knew what must be done. As he packs what he'll need for the journey, he steels himself for the possibility that he may not return alive. As he finishes packing, he makes for the door, only to realize that at the foot of the door was his most prized possession, a walking stick laid with gold and silver. On the staff, there lay an inscription, from one of his closest friends, and it read:

I've taken bigger, lightweight. -Harry Bawlls

Stepping over the threshold, Silver took a deep breath, and began his search for the one man that could save the world. He began his search in the city of FA.gs. He had a lot of previous associates there, so he figured they'd know where he could start. As he approached the city gates, he took a moment to admire the golden hinges, each of them took the shape of a golden penis. The gates made out the picture of local hero Harry Bawlss slaying the army of a thousand horny women. As Silver made his way to the gate, he was stopped by two guards wearing camouflage style short shorts and tank tops.

ThunderGroove and KenKaniff: Halt!!!

Silver: I seek to enter the city.

Groove: Are you Latino?

Silver: No, I am not.

Ken: Then prove it to us. By selling us oranges!

Silver: I don't have any oranges.

Ken: Alright, you're not Latino, go ahead.

As the gates opened, Silver slowly made his way into the city, surveying the land to see where the best place would be to find the information he seeks, when suddenly he was stopped by a run down looking hobo in the streets.

Moochie: Dude, you got any money? I'm dead broke.

Silver: I'll give you some money, if you can tell me where I can find the best spot for information.

Moochie: Oh that'll be at "Badgers Big Boy Bash". Hottest club in town. Now about that money?

Silver: Here *Silver hands the beggar some change*.

As Silver departs the lonesome beggar, he makes his way towards town center. He thought it would've been wise to also ask for directions, but the beggar reeked of sweat and God knows what else. Fortunately, it was the first building he saw when he entered the town center. He entered the club, and his ears were immediately accosted by club music. Equally as disturbing to him, his unusual garments made all the other patrons eye him quite strangely. Many made passes at him, like "Hey I'm Dozersmouse, want a rusty trombone?" "Heyyy, name's Gav. There's a special drink here called a rusty trombone? Wanna try?"

Silver politely declined, and instead asked where he could get information, they all pointed him to the bartender Himiko. As Silver approached Himiko, he noticed that Himiko was wearing nothing but women's underwear behind the counter.

Silver: Excuse me uhhhhh... miss? I'm looking for something.

Himiko: Sweet thang, what's a handsome looking fellow like you doing in these parts? Ohhhhh, you're here for some "fun".

Silver: Actually, I'm looking for information. I've been to this city before, and was trying to find some old contacts. I'm looking for someone in particular.

Himiko: Well, if you're really hellbent on ruining my fun. I don't know where he is, but the council of FA.gs may know. Follow me.

Himiko put on a trench coat. Silver happened to get a peek inside Himikos trench coat. Had Silver eaten lunch, he would've lost it. As they got to the last steps, Himiko opened a door, inside was an office with multiple disturbing objects littered across. In there stood 10 seats situated around a large desk. 9 seats were filled with people, 1 being a woman. As Himiko strode across the room, it took its seat at the one empty chair.

Himiko: So... you're looking for Roman.

So ends part one of our tale. If you want to see more, spam Silver Strike44 with multiple mails asking when he's finally going to finish the adventures of the FA.gs, or if you just want to annoy him. Both work fine.

You forgot the part where I introduce myself so I'll just add it here, "I'm the almighty Jigoku and one day I will surpass God himself, Nobody's bigger star than me!

You forgot the part where I introduce myself so I'll just add it here, "I'm the almighty Jigoku and one day I will surpass God himself, Nobody's bigger star than me!

You sure your not confusing yourself with Kanye West?