Author’s Note : For simplicity’s sake,(EDIT : Long conversations involving lots of random characters) will be in script format for now

The crowd of mushrooms continued to babble on endlessly about random and irrelevant things. The meeting had been called by Mushmom a few days ago, but only now the mushrooms were beginning to arrive.

Horned Mushroom Bob : ‘ey, what’re ya gonna do ’bout the zombies in the Ant Tunnel?
Orange Mushroom Entreri : ‘Sup, homeslice. Where’s the free ice cream you promised?
Green Mushroom Franklin : Greetings, Queen Mushmom! I have journeyed from faraway Ellinia to attend this meeting! Now then, where are those Panlids you promised?
Blue Mushroom Cuzco : That you ****ING START THIS MEETING I suggest, or invade your home I shall!
Orange Mushroom Fred : Hey Cuzco, you’re not Yoda, so stop talking like him!
Green Mushroom Jimmy : Hey Bob, Hey Entreri, Hey Franklin, Hey Fred, Hey Cuzc- OH MY GOSH!
Zombie Mushroom Nameless : … Braaaaaiiiiiinnnnnsssssss…

Suddenly, all the other mushrooms went silent.

Zombie Mushroom Nameless : Siiiiiiiikkkkeeeeeeeee… Heeeeyyyyyy wwwwwhhhhheeeerrrreeee’ssss thaaaaaaat Disssssssspeeeeelllllll yooooooouuuuuu proooomissssseeeeedddd? Iiiiii haaaaaaaateeee taaaaaaalkiiinnng liiiiikee thiiiiiiisssss…

And the babble began anew.

Mushmom : Sigh… I didn’t want to have to do this but…

Mushmom : EVERYONE SHUT THE @#$% UP!

Everything went silent.

Snail Bob : WHOA…Why so many mushrooms here?
Mushmom : Hey, this is a meeting for MUSHROOMS only! Get out!
Snail Bob : *sob* Racists!

Everything remained silent. Then Mushmom spoke again.

Mushmom : I suppose you are all wondering why I called you here. And why I haven’t kept my promise of a bribe. It’s because I lied; it was just a ploy to persuade everyone to come. Now, the real reason I called you here is-

The Mushmom was interrupted by a barrage of various shurikens. She stared in disbelief at the 8,921 shurikens lodged in her body, then collapsed.

The crowd of mushrooms broke into chaos once more.

Mushrooms screamed as they were cut down by the shurikens of this unknown menace. No survivors were left.

Except the Zombie Mushroom.

Maldran : Hey, why aren’t YOU dead?
Zombie Mushroom Nameless : Beeeecaaaaaauuuuusseeeee I’mmmmmm alllllreaaaaaaddddyyy deeeeaaaaaddd, yooooouuuu iiiiddiiiiioooooottttt…
Maldran : Well then I guess I’ll have to annihilate you too then, heh… ARGH!

A strange meteor struck the ground in front of Maldran, throwing him back to the other side of the clearing and dazing him. Oromis emerged from the crater, sword in hand and being waved menacingly. The zombie mushroom glanced at Oromis, screamed and ran away. But as he ran, he passed by Maldran and spit in his face.

That was enough to revive him.

Maldran glanced around, noticed Oromis and roared with anger. He drew his Shinkitas and dropped to a defensive posture, arms crossed. He waited.

Oromis charged, his sword held in a horizontal position. He leaped right before ramming into Maldran, instead performing a downwards stab in mid-air. That technique missed Maldran by a few nanometers.

Oromis landed, reversed his momentum and executed a slash/spin. Maldran raised his daggers to block-

And stared in disbelief when they were chopped cleanly in half.

Weaponless, Maldran fled. He ran, always looking back but never in front of him.

Thus, he did not notice the end of the cliff.

The Eldar strike force braced themself as the portal to the Webway was summoned. They charged in, and fought dizzying waves of disorientation that always occured when travelling through dimensions. As they regained their senses, they were floating in the Webway.

The Farseer mentally summoned a pathway and sped the force along, until they reached the rendezvous point. There they waited, until finally the second strike force arrived.

Taldeer then summoned a portal. The Eldar braced themselves again, and charged forward.

They appeared floating in the ocean.

Farseer Taldeer : Drat, wrong portal. I apologize, but I haven’t opened any for several millennia…

Crull roared in pain again as Isador’s rapier jabbed him once more.

Isador : Crull, at this rate you’ll need a scrolled sauna robe…

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