The cake game
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I appear in a viel of smoke and inky darkness. "Nrrrrggh... This is starting to annoy me. Children, relax for a moment. Father will handle this himself." I release my strings on my "puppets" and they fall to the round, limp, and unmoving, just like puppets. I then pull out 10 swords. Masamune and Muramasa go in one hand, two katanas in the other, a long sword in my teeth, a holy sword under one arm, a demonic sword under the other, and a scimitar between one legg's calf and thigh. I leap high into the air off one foot, and begin to spin at blinding speeds, landing right on CounterAttack. The force of my spin and the multiple blades rip him to shreads and i take the cake.
I snipe the cakeholder from across the map, then swap to Scout and run at triple speed to the cake, which I grab and take back to my BLU base.
@dispelga: How could you possibly take the cake when you have ten swords equipped?
@dispelga: How could you possibly take the cake when you have ten swords equipped?
A voice echoes out of nowhere: I can't let you take that, dispelga!
Star Wolf flies in and shoots the cake out of your hand. I catch it, hijack Star Wolf's ship and fly off into space.
Star Wolf flies in and shoots the cake out of your hand. I catch it, hijack Star Wolf's ship and fly off into space.
Dispelga summons Starfox!
They blast Counterattack out of the sky and the cake safely lands in my hands.
They blast Counterattack out of the sky and the cake safely lands in my hands.
I use my Ultimate Comeback on you, which I will not write here on account of excessive largeliness, subsequent excessive manliness and the fact that I can't be bothered writing it all down. You're stunned, and drop the cake, which I steal and hide in a safety deposit box.
To add injury to insult, I poke you with a pointed stick.
To add injury to insult, I poke you with a pointed stick.
I release the clone spell and the disguise spell. I was the deposit box the whole time! the cake is mine!
I call Saxton Hale in, and he beats you to death with his bare damn hands, allowing me to take the cake from your corpse. Then he visits you in the afterlife and kills your spirit form. Then he travels to the after-afterlife and... you get the idea.
Before I can hide the cake in an infinite loop in the spacetime continuum, a version of myself from the future arrives, takes the cake and disappears in a flash of light.
Before I can hide the cake in an infinite loop in the spacetime continuum, a version of myself from the future arrives, takes the cake and disappears in a flash of light.
I cut Saxton's head off with my 8 swords and find the cake floating in the continuum.
I come back a reduce you to a puddle of liquid by rapidly doing my signature 8 sword 8000 slash spin 10 times on you.
I come back a reduce you to a puddle of liquid by rapidly doing my signature 8 sword 8000 slash spin 10 times on you.
Okay... you had no need to do that. This isn't Kill the Above User's Avatar.
I travel back in time and take the cake from myself in an earlier post, then trigger an Emergency Temporal Shift. Now no-one could possibly know where the cake and I are.
I travel back in time and take the cake from myself in an earlier post, then trigger an Emergency Temporal Shift. Now no-one could possibly know where the cake and I are.
I can't take it anymore
*presses button*
Every nuke has been activated you have 10 seconds to eat the cake
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*BOOOOOOOOOOM*
Cake and posters are obliterated
*presses button*
Every nuke has been activated you have 10 seconds to eat the cake
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*BOOOOOOOOOOM*
Cake and posters are obliterated
I bake a new cake and hide it in a fortress guarded by cybernetic ninjas and the Nine Mercenaries of TF2.
The Pyro Spy-checks you on your way out, takes the cake and puts it back on the Altar of Chocolatey Goodness, next to the six-foot-tall chocolate Easter bunny.
I respawn in a room off the Altar chamber and trigger seventeen blade traps in the corridor you're standing in, courtesy of my remote control. Once their cycles are complete, you lie in perfectly sliced blood-soaked cubes of flesh, which are moved via a conveyor belt to a pool of sharks, and the cake is teleported back to the Altar.
You can't respawn in my base! You're on RED team! I'm BLU.
I stick an arm down your throat, pull the cake out and run to the roof of the fortress. I'll drop the cake if anyone follows me. It'll splat on the ground thirty stories below me and be nothing more than a layer of icing on the concrete.
I stick an arm down your throat, pull the cake out and run to the roof of the fortress. I'll drop the cake if anyone follows me. It'll splat on the ground thirty stories below me and be nothing more than a layer of icing on the concrete.