I realize it's been a while, but, hey, here's another spamfic from me!
The Last Guyver - Hopefully
"Muahahaha! Go, my servants! Destroy the city!"
As the ancient old man pointed, several huge, mutated, animal-like
figures began to rampage through the streets. Cars were overturned, or
even tossed through storefronts. It was a scene of pure chaos.
"Hold it! That's my favorite bar!"
The screaming citizens looked, and beheld an odd sight. A man
stood, in bio-organic armor that did little to conceal his obvious
paunch. "Nobody does that to that place!"
Soon, the battle was joined. Yes, this hero, this Guyver, did, in
fact, manage to defeat many of his foes. However, his haphazard
fighting style also did a fair bit of damage to the scenery. Finally,
though, only one foe was left.
"Alright, Now, you're gonna get it!" declared the Guyver.
Unfortunately, at that moment, a Krispy Kreme delivery boy,
complete with his delivery, tried to bolt from his hiding place to
somewhere safer. He was spotted by just the wrong guy.
"Mmm! Donuts!"
As the last Zoanoid just watched, confused, and the Guyver began
chasing the delivery boy around the street, one bystander turned to
another. "Y'know..."
"Yeah?"
"Well, Springfield just hasn't been the same since Homer Simpson
found that Guyver unit."
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- Valandar the Red of the Empty Tankard
Captain of the Guard of the Barony of the Far Woods
Empire of the Iron Mountains
and Ruler of the Spammish Main
http://members.tripod.com/~Valandar/fanfic.html
http://members.tripod.com/~Valandar/ran40k.html
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