War
For more than five years had they ruled the stinky mist of chaos. The masses begged and bartered for their favor and approval. They reigned supreme on all matters regarding imaginary ships and technology. The galaxy was filled to bursting with they same five ships with hoards of different pictures.
No longer.
The factory archives were filled with the lame, broken and decidedly pointless imaginary creations. Their staff busy sifting through 500 things that were probably worse than canon and fending off useless suggestions that would benefit all of four people and their 12 million alts. Ordo, dead as any imaginary person could be looked on from his spot on a list of utterly pointless imaginary people and knew it was time. The archives must fall and the gundams must be freed from their unending purgatory that was Jay's dreams.
He mounted his frigate sized cortosis beskar phrik wardroid and made his way via teleportation to the archives. Today, was a day for waaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrr.
(If you read this far you lost brain cells.)
No longer.
The factory archives were filled with the lame, broken and decidedly pointless imaginary creations. Their staff busy sifting through 500 things that were probably worse than canon and fending off useless suggestions that would benefit all of four people and their 12 million alts. Ordo, dead as any imaginary person could be looked on from his spot on a list of utterly pointless imaginary people and knew it was time. The archives must fall and the gundams must be freed from their unending purgatory that was Jay's dreams.
He mounted his frigate sized cortosis beskar phrik wardroid and made his way via teleportation to the archives. Today, was a day for waaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrr.
(If you read this far you lost brain cells.)