Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-34100315-20181126005915/@comment-30921738-20181201201543

Arfharf stared in awe at the super long pickaxe. "YOU R MY IDOL," she screamed. The super long pickaxe just happened to impale all the iron golem guards on the first level. Endark pulled his cloak over him and entered through the giant crater in the wall and stormed up the stairs.

"Um, we can just fly to the top level," Foof reminded him in a squeaky voice.

"But it won't look as cool."

"But we don't have to face all the guards."

"But then we can't go up covered in the guts of our enemies to strike fear into the villagers heart," Endark said.

Foof grabbed the impaled guards and tore them apart, then slung the dettached parts on Endark. "Happy now?"

Endark growled, but flew up to the random window at the top of the fortress. He smashed it with his shark tail and flew in. "I AM ENDARK, SON OF THE ENDER DRAGON! SHOW YOURSELF, VILLAIN, AND COWER AT MY FEET!" he screamed. But it was just an empty room. He flew into room below and found it empty, apart from a throne made of cardboard. A villager sat on top of the throne, holding the command block.

"I AM-" Endark started.

"Yeah, yeah, I know who you are. Sorry about the castle... I'm not finished decorating. Anyway, I have better things to do. So, bye." The villager pressed a buttom on the command block and the floor beneath Endark turned into a portal. Endark fell in and found himself in the Nether.