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Spongehammer 40kIt is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries The Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the Master of Mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die.Spongehammer 40k in Humor More Like This
Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way
Danny Fenton and the Crystal of RealityDanny sat in the oversized dining room of Vlad Masters' mansion, juggling a potato between his knife and fork. Around him, Amity Park's high society chattered and gossiped among themselves, unabashedly badmouthing anyone who wasn't there. Every now and then, Vlad would glare at him – Danny would stick out his tongue in return.Danny Fenton and the Crystal of Reality in Humor More Like This
"Kill me," muttered Sam, who was sitting next to him.
"Not until dessert," replied Danny, shoving the potato into his mouth.
Vlad winced as he watched his rival swallowed the potato whole and burped loudly. Danny grinned at him.
"Ahem," Vlad cleared his throat, "Perhaps Daniel would like to head to the lounge r
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