freezing, and some are running out of time. Christ turns around and watches the ice-skaters in Super Groove World skate in peace. Where does a voice come from? Your words are spirit. When you dance, what leads your head so it can lead your hands so they can lead your feet? Walk with feet that trust God. My God can top any sensation; any dream, any remedy, any song, and any though he will greatly exceed when I trust him. He’s an adventurous God, I’m just glad he wanted children on his way through the vast holy wilderness… If bad things can just pop up in your life, so can good things. Happy holidays, ay’st…
(The ‘Quake Fu’ narrator audio plays) ♫ [Voray, Soul Hollow] Voray is a jungle inhabited mostly by the native ninjas. In Voray, harps play instead of orchestral to your movement. Don't go to Voray; the native ninjas are good fighters; they'll unplug you! The Generated Nukes had all gone to the next level - The hyper thieves don't nuke, they evolve whatever they hit! They all looked like ordinary mercenaries, and the leader - Hyper Edit - was wearing a tactical mask. He had a strip of belt ammo around his shoulder, and his comrades took orders from him like soldiers. Their angelic skin was hyper-celled, so it was resistant to explosives like the nukes, but even tougher. "Edit."
"What, Ocean?"
"They're somewhere inside this volcano ahead of us."
"Let me see that map, that's a big-ass mountain!" Edit finds the place on the map where Hyper Ocean circled the volcano after praying for God to guide his steps... "Why does it look so small on the map? Look at that damn thing..."
"They're using hollowbotics to hide the entrance; there must be some kind of cave somewhere in there."
"So, what are we waiting for? Start drillin’… Dude, I’m so lost right now, my own mind is kickin’ my ass…"
"I know how to get in." An unknown voice spoke behind them. It was an old British guy, but not knowing, the holy thieves reacted with caution. (KLIK-KLAK-SHINNGGG-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP) hyper-charged Bowie knives, shotguns, and lasers all pointed to the old man's head! "Hey, who are you, kid?"
"I-I'm the one who c-called about the disturbance. You see, this mountain has illegal hollowbotics all over it."
"And what's it to you?"
"I-I-I'm just a clone," they lower their weapons. "Might I ask - Is helping me too much trouble?"
"Oh, we weren't doin' nothin..."
"Ah, that's splendid!"
"We were on our way to kidnap...Geraldo..." Edit explains, leaving the man puzzled. A female hyper-thief named Sapphire pick pocketed the man. "Why Geraldo?"
"I don't know, he's a pretty famous guy, he's gotta be worth somethin'" Edit went into Hyper kung fu mode and ordered the other mercenaries to breach the perimeter where the old man said the cave was. They walk into the cave and there were the native sorcerers and the native ninjas surrounding Sugg Soatchio to defend him. "Keep an eye on that dragon, he's gonna make a run for it. WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOIN' HERE WITH THIS REJECT?"
"SEAL THE DOORS!"
"THERE ARE NO DOORS! AAAH!" The native ninjas engaged in combat with the hyper-heroes. Edit pulled his shotgun on them and fired, cocked, and fired – (♪click-clack-boom♪) shotgun shells floppin' everywhere... When they died, they were nineties, so he grappled them and kept slamming them against the crates and rocks as if they only weighed 90 ounces... The devil camouflaged and blew out the torches, then, Truecifer - formerly Azarban - morphed into a dragon, and the good dragon could write armor or manipulate his organs with hollowbotics. Hence the name, Truecifer, the holy juggernaut!♫
An awards ceremony was held the day after we filmed ‘Quake Fu’. I was looking good as usual… “And the award for most adorable nuke goes to...Little-Azarban!” He proudly accepts, unlike any other modest angel. Then, the spy cherubs try to seize his trophy. He’s tackled and the trophy flies out of his arms. Another spy-cherub catches it and vanishes. “Someone should get these guys the most trophies award.” Sometimes, you bring love even when you don’t know it… When you’ve been picked on so long, you pick on yourself, but God brings you out of unsure madness and you transform. Have inner rest; be nice, not mad ever, there’s a lot more world out there than this… God is my judge and friend overall, you’re not a screw up, you just screwed up. Find God’s rest by seeing it in other people… Are you calm? Are you? Do you want to be that type of character? Wait until you see the look on peoples’ faces when they expect you to get mad, and you set an example for all. Until someone gets to know you, what does it matter what they say about you? They used to call me crazy; you know what I said? – “I’m not crazy, I’m Marlynn…”
"Gawndihowl morph..."
(The ‘Lunar Men Vs. The Microbotical Ku Klux Klan’ narrator audio plays) ♫ [Radiolight, Soul Hollow] the Lunar Man Corp was surrounded by extra terrestrials that looked like male Caucasian protestors. The Hyper Thieves had taken all their wives from them because they were looting other moons and enslaving the native ETs. The only reason they were being punished was because the native ETs did the right thing and snitched. "I HAVE BEEN TO SEMINAR AFTER SEMINAR! WE HAVE ACCEPTED THE ENTIRE CONFEDERACY AS EQUALS AND REMAINED NOBLE TO THE SAME CAUSE AS YOU, HEEPLEEVIN!"
"YOU HAVE DISHONORED YOURSELVES! WE ARE NOT OBLIGED TO RECONCILE YOUR FORTITUDE! NOW, YOU WALK INTO MY CORPORATION WITH YOUR PLAGUES TO WAGE WAR IF I DON'T SUFFER FOR YOUR ACTIONS?!?"
"I DO ACCEPT!"
"EZEQUADOR IS ALL OVER THIS CRIME, WIZARD! IF YOU TAKE ONE-SINGLE STEP OUT OF THIS OFFICE WITHOUT TURNING OVER THOSE MICROBOTS, DUCK, BECAUSE I'M LITERALLY PLANNING TO GUN THEM OFF OF EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!" The wizard makes a move for the front door to dodge a light gun blast. The wizards defended their imperial, and began to strike the hollownauts with magic. Formed and run by the native ETs, the Lunar Men took ordinary guns and after each scourge, the guns evolve, the hollowbots found some way to make the bullets diversify. The wizards camouflaged and re-appeared. Word got out about these ETs and people followed. Then the imperial ratted the holy gawnden out saying, "HAVE I SPILLED THE BEANS ABOUT THE NUKES DYING THE INSTANT THE MONSTERS GROW ENDANGERED?" Their wives watched encamped with the holy-thieves and some of them fainted. "Edit."
"What, Ocean?" Edit walked to Ocean. "Got a few dead ones here, what do we do?"
"Rodger that, soldier, ok-" the hyper-thieves devolved back into the Generated Nukes. Rosebush hovers to the camp. She wept and said the most devastating words Hat had ever been told, "They know..." As she wept, Lily suddenly croaked and collapsed forward. Cape yelled, "NO!" and Rosebush cried, "H-LILY..? H-H-OH MY GOHHD," while both tried to catch her and call her. Rosebush falls on her knees, "LILY-H-HH!" Taybah celebrates in the white room, abusing and taunting Ezequador.♫
I was in a gauntlet with the children in the white room when Ezequador called me out to speak to me. "This ain't over lil' girl..." I promised an aggressive young warrior of God. She popped her neck by rolling it around, she levitated, and told me to bring it with her hands... "Ezequador, what is it?"
"I want you to add this super replay to your movie. And I wanted to tell you, I’m proud of you, son. Now, don't watch it until I leave- I’m practicing modesty." He stood up and hugged me, "HMPH." he jumped, then he floated out to Super Amolvia. "Yo, man, I don't want no ol' grainy stuff." It turns out, it was grainy, but I could see a little. It was Ezequador, battered and weak. All the hollowbotic objects around him were covered in ice, igniting electrical sparks, and tarnished! It was stunning, because I could look up and see the same objects in mint-condition. I wanted to keep watching, so I took a seat in the throne. [Super Replay: Cape, Hat and Rosebush hurry for the exiles' base, all but Rosebush growing weak. Hat trips and croaks! Cape stops and tries to wake him up. "HAHHHHHHT!" The chief didn't respond. “Yea-heh-hehhh! Remember me? Remember when I made all those offers, now hmp-look at you!” Taybah mocked Ezequador and kicked him. Taybah was wearing a suit, walking smoothly and covering whatever he wanted with ice charged with darkness. The spy-cherubs were being reaped by the exiles and stuffed with good foods to ma
ke them dark. The nineties cheered, surrounding the castle. Ezequador fought for air, but he kept getting weaker. The exiles celebrated, danced, laughed, played poker, and sang as life slowly drained from Ezequador. Super Cape flew in, but he collapsed as soon as he got to the throne room. He was gone. The exiles who were playing cards turned around, stared at him a few seconds, then they busted out laughing. “WAIT A MINUTE! LET ME GO!” Rosebush cried as the nineties mocked her and watched. Her chakra exploded as she beat the Lord’s angels, fighting to get away, but the angels dragged her out of the doorway and forced her to leave. Taybah froze Ezequador up to his neck. Ezequador shivered and fought to stay awake. Somebody flipped the poker table because they were cheated. One exile taps the mad one and points to Ezequador. He looks and they all laugh. Ezequador looks up at Christ broiling in agony. Taybah takes a snapshot… “Oh, you should see your face on your surround-belt! AAHH-HAHAHAHA!” Taybah hurls the table into a wall quickly to discourage Ezequador and throw off his breathing patterns. Ezequador thought about Azarban, who had died first among the Generated Nukes, and he smiled. “I-I c-could alw-ways-s t-trust you-hh-h-h…” Ezequador looked at Azarban’s body which was in the ice
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