The ground began to shake around Master of Paradox, and he checked a small item in his pocket. "Post 121," he said to himself. "If I heard the mods correctly..."
He then held out one hand and began to chant in a language no human had ever heard before.
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Blademaster was idly wandering around the Internet when he heard the footsteps. He stopped in his tracks, turned, and looked up...
...to see a seventeen-foot-tall skeleton with a giant hammer standing over him, Master of Paradox sitting inside the ribcage.
"Oh, come on!" Blade shouted. "You're ripping off Shaman King now?"
"Why not? I was always big on Faust VIII."
And the skeleton brought down the hammer, flattening Blademater underneath it.
Final Whacked.