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@Kizaruber Eats and @Pantheos watching Kidd blow up the rest of WorstGen with Damned Punk railgun rounds
Holy shit I didn't think about that.
Kidd would murder all of us...
Kidd would murder all of us...
@Kizaruber Eats and @Pantheos watching Kidd blow up the rest of WorstGen with Damned Punk railgun rounds
LMFAO ACCURATE!
Title: Eustass Kidd vs. WorstGen Forums – The Complete Script - Featuring Pantheos, Al Sama, Mr Reloaded, Pot Goblin
Scene opens inside the Victoria Punk. Kidd and Killer are gathered around a large computer screen, reading the WorstGen Forums filled with posts slandering Kidd after his loss to Shanks.
Kidd’s eye twitches with growing rage, while Killer chuckles behind his mask.
Kidd: (slamming the table) “I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!”
Killer: (laughing through the mask) “Kidd, you’re giving these losers way too much power. They’re just keyboard warriors!”
Kidd: (points angrily at the screen) “KEYBOARD WARRIORS?! LOOK AT THIS! 'RustAss Mid,’ 'Cucked By Shanks,' 'Axe-Bodied Shampoo-Waster?' What does that even mean?!”
Killer: “Sounds like they’re making a great case for a new perfume: ‘Essence of Mid.’”
Kidd: (glaring at Killer) “Perfume?! If they call me ‘Mid’ one more time, I’ll blast them into next week!”
The screen refreshes to show a post by Pantheos, a reserved yet witty Kidd fan and WorstGen admin, trying to defend Kidd amidst the chaos.
Pantheos’s Forum Post:
Kidd: “Finally, someone with sense! Pantheos gets it! Unlike these other clowns… They’re gonna learn the hard way.”
Killer: “What are you planning, Kidd? A comeback or a meltdown?”
Kidd: (cracking his knuckles and grinning maniacally) “Oh, it’s going to be a railgun of a comeback!”
Kidd storms to the deck of the ship, where his massive railgun construct, Damned Punk, awaits. Killer follows cautiously.
Killer: (casually leaning against the rail) “Just don’t aim at Pantheos’s subforum; he’s the only one defending you right now.”
Kidd: (smirks while prepping Damned Punk) “I’ll only spare the Kidd Fan Club if they cheer loud enough!”
Kidd’s arm morphs into a magnetic weapon, energy swirling around him.
Kidd: (with a devilish grin) “DAMNED… PUUUUUNKKKK!!!”
Cut to the WorstGen Forums headquarters—an actual large building named “WorstGen Forums” in neon lights. Inside, forum members are typing furiously at their computers.
A massive railgun beam of electromagnetic energy crashes down from the sky, obliterating the entire building except for a small wing labeled “Kidd Fan Club – Admin: Pantheos.”
Back on the ship, Kidd is catching his breath, admiring his work.
Killer: (pats Kidd on the back) “Well, you made your point.”
Kidd: (grins widely) “Damn right I did. Let’s see if they’re still laughing now!”
Suddenly, the skies above the Victoria Punk darken, and the air becomes heavy. A thick silence follows before the wind picks up, carrying an overwhelming sense of authority. Killer’s grin fades, his laughter stopping abruptly.
From the sky, a massive figure descends slowly. It’s Al Sama, the stoic and well-known moderator of WorstGen Forums, wielding a giant, comically oversized banhammer that looks like it was forged in the fires of online arguments. An aura exuding a chilling calm surrounds him. A dedicated Shanks superfan, Al Sama is known for his god-like authority over the forums.
Killer immediately senses the threat and steps back.
Killer: (muttering) “Oh no… It’s the Haki of Moderation!”
Kidd: (unfazed, laughing defiantly) “So, the big bad moderator finally decided to show his face! What, are you gonna hit me with your little banhammer?”
Al Sama stands tall, arms crossed, his banhammer resting casually on his shoulder. He looks down at Kidd with a stoic expression.
Al Sama: (voice calm and deep) “Eustass Kidd… you have violated the sacred codes of WorstGen Forums. Attacking the forums, slandering our king, and destroying my moderator lounge… These transgressions cannot be ignored.”
Kidd: (grinning widely, transforming his arm into another railgun) “Your rules and titles don’t scare me, you glorified referee! I’ll tear you apart just like I did those forums!”
Al Sama doesn’t flinch. He raises the banhammer above his head, the air vibrating with tension. A subtle red glow emanates around him as he calmly speaks.
Al Sama: (unmoved, his tone unwavering) “Prepare for the consequences of your actions… Divine Departure!”
In an instant, Al Sama swings the banhammer down, creating a shockwave that slices through the air, hitting Kidd with an impact that makes the entire ship shudder. Kidd’s pupils shrink as the overwhelming force from the Divine Departure launches him backwards, crashing him into the ship’s mast with a thunderous BOOM. The screen goes black and white, showing Kidd’s limp form, his body marked by a massive red ban stamp on his chest.
Killer stands frozen in shock, unable to comprehend what just happened. Pantheos, watching from the last remaining Kidd-centric subforum, gulps audibly as the tension between the Kidd fans and the forums’ leadership hits an all-time high.
Pantheos’s Status Update:
Al Sama: (still calm and composed) “Pantheos… You allowed this chaos to escalate. You were given your role to maintain balance, yet you stoked the flames of rebellion.”
Pantheos: (speaking slowly, with a calm demeanor) “Al, I appreciate the Divine Departure and all, but have you ever tried to let a fan down gently? It’s not exactly a banned topic.”
Al Sama’s stoic expression remains unyielding, but there’s a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Al Sama: “Amusing as that may sound, a kingdom built on chaos is a house of cards. And I am the wind that brings it all crashing down.”
Pantheos: (with a slight smirk) “A wind? More like a breeze. But I get it; you’re just trying to keep your Shanks fan club afloat.”
Suddenly, a loud voice interrupts from the shadows. Enter Pot Goblin, a fellow moderator and passionate Carrot superfan, brandishing his own mod tools.
Pot Goblin: (eyes gleaming with indignation) “Did I hear someone mention chaos? I’m here for the carnage! Al, you can’t celebrate Kidd’s destruction of the Conejo FC like that! It was a furry community, and you’re acting like it was nothing!”
Al Sama smirks, unfazed by Pot Goblin's outburst.
Al Sama: “Oh, but Pot Goblin, the Conejo FC was nothing but a festering wound in this forum. I’m just glad someone finally had the guts to cut it out.”
From behind Pot Goblin, Mr. Reloaded emerges, cackling with delight, revealing his secret identity as Nick Furry.
Mr. Reloaded (Nick Furry): (grinning maliciously) “Oh, it was glorious! Watching Kidd blast that furry degeneracy to pieces was like a dream come true! The irony is delicious!”
Pot Goblin glares at Mr. Reloaded.
Pot Goblin: “You’re supposed to be one of us, Nick! But here you are, celebrating the destruction of an entire community? For shame!”
Mr. Reloaded shrugs nonchalantly, clearly enjoying the chaos.
Mr. Reloaded (Nick Furry): “I can be a secret furry and still appreciate a good destruction scene! Besides, we all know that the Conejo FC needed to go!”
Al Sama chuckles at the absurdity of the situation.
Al Sama: “You see, Pot Goblin? Not everyone is lamenting the loss. Some of us prefer a more streamlined forum experience. And who could blame them?”
Killer watches the exchange with a mix of confusion and amusement.
Killer: “Did we just enter a court of law or a circus?”
Al Sama raises his banhammer dramatically.
Al Sama: “Very well, I will consider your actions, Kidd. But next time, try to keep the destruction of furry degeneracy to a minimum. Or at least aim it at the right targets!”
Kidd slowly regains consciousness, rubbing his head and squinting up at Al Sama.
Kidd: (groggily) “Did I just get hit with a banhammer? I guess that’s what I get for messing with the Conejo FC… but those furries had it coming!”
Al Sama looks down at Kidd, a hint of forgiveness in his expression.
Al Sama: “For your actions against the Conejo FC, I will show some leniency. But remember, Kidd, respect the rules or face the Divine Departure again.”
Kidd nods, realizing the severity of the situation, while a sly grin forms on his face.
Kidd: “Next time, I’ll bring my own banhammer. Consider this a warning!”
Killer shakes his head, a smirk breaking through.
Killer: “Looks like the forums are safe for now, but with this much chaos, who knows what’ll happen next?”
Pantheos smiles, closing his laptop, ready to tackle the fallout of the day's events.
Pantheos: “Well, at least the fanbase has something to talk about. Welcome back to the Kidd Agenda, everyone. Let’s keep it civil this time!”
As the camera zooms out from the ship, the chaos of the WorstGen Forums continues, with Al Sama, Pantheos, and Pot Goblin standing united against any future threats, while Kidd and Killer plan their next antics in the distance.
End Scene.
Kidd’s eye twitches with growing rage, while Killer chuckles behind his mask.
Kidd: (slamming the table) “I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!”
Killer: (laughing through the mask) “Kidd, you’re giving these losers way too much power. They’re just keyboard warriors!”
Kidd: (points angrily at the screen) “KEYBOARD WARRIORS?! LOOK AT THIS! 'RustAss Mid,’ 'Cucked By Shanks,' 'Axe-Bodied Shampoo-Waster?' What does that even mean?!”
Killer: “Sounds like they’re making a great case for a new perfume: ‘Essence of Mid.’”
Kidd: (glaring at Killer) “Perfume?! If they call me ‘Mid’ one more time, I’ll blast them into next week!”
The screen refreshes to show a post by Pantheos, a reserved yet witty Kidd fan and WorstGen admin, trying to defend Kidd amidst the chaos.
Pantheos’s Forum Post:
“Eustass Kidd is a pirate with potential. Just because he stumbled doesn’t mean he’ll trip over his own ego forever. It’s all part of the plan, folks. #KiddAgenda”
Kidd sees Pantheos’s post and smirks.Kidd: “Finally, someone with sense! Pantheos gets it! Unlike these other clowns… They’re gonna learn the hard way.”
Killer: “What are you planning, Kidd? A comeback or a meltdown?”
Kidd: (cracking his knuckles and grinning maniacally) “Oh, it’s going to be a railgun of a comeback!”
Kidd storms to the deck of the ship, where his massive railgun construct, Damned Punk, awaits. Killer follows cautiously.
Killer: (casually leaning against the rail) “Just don’t aim at Pantheos’s subforum; he’s the only one defending you right now.”
Kidd: (smirks while prepping Damned Punk) “I’ll only spare the Kidd Fan Club if they cheer loud enough!”
Kidd’s arm morphs into a magnetic weapon, energy swirling around him.
Kidd: (with a devilish grin) “DAMNED… PUUUUUNKKKK!!!”
Cut to the WorstGen Forums headquarters—an actual large building named “WorstGen Forums” in neon lights. Inside, forum members are typing furiously at their computers.
A massive railgun beam of electromagnetic energy crashes down from the sky, obliterating the entire building except for a small wing labeled “Kidd Fan Club – Admin: Pantheos.”
Back on the ship, Kidd is catching his breath, admiring his work.
Killer: (pats Kidd on the back) “Well, you made your point.”
Kidd: (grins widely) “Damn right I did. Let’s see if they’re still laughing now!”
Suddenly, the skies above the Victoria Punk darken, and the air becomes heavy. A thick silence follows before the wind picks up, carrying an overwhelming sense of authority. Killer’s grin fades, his laughter stopping abruptly.
From the sky, a massive figure descends slowly. It’s Al Sama, the stoic and well-known moderator of WorstGen Forums, wielding a giant, comically oversized banhammer that looks like it was forged in the fires of online arguments. An aura exuding a chilling calm surrounds him. A dedicated Shanks superfan, Al Sama is known for his god-like authority over the forums.
Killer immediately senses the threat and steps back.
Killer: (muttering) “Oh no… It’s the Haki of Moderation!”
Kidd: (unfazed, laughing defiantly) “So, the big bad moderator finally decided to show his face! What, are you gonna hit me with your little banhammer?”
Al Sama stands tall, arms crossed, his banhammer resting casually on his shoulder. He looks down at Kidd with a stoic expression.
Al Sama: (voice calm and deep) “Eustass Kidd… you have violated the sacred codes of WorstGen Forums. Attacking the forums, slandering our king, and destroying my moderator lounge… These transgressions cannot be ignored.”
Kidd: (grinning widely, transforming his arm into another railgun) “Your rules and titles don’t scare me, you glorified referee! I’ll tear you apart just like I did those forums!”
Al Sama doesn’t flinch. He raises the banhammer above his head, the air vibrating with tension. A subtle red glow emanates around him as he calmly speaks.
Al Sama: (unmoved, his tone unwavering) “Prepare for the consequences of your actions… Divine Departure!”
In an instant, Al Sama swings the banhammer down, creating a shockwave that slices through the air, hitting Kidd with an impact that makes the entire ship shudder. Kidd’s pupils shrink as the overwhelming force from the Divine Departure launches him backwards, crashing him into the ship’s mast with a thunderous BOOM. The screen goes black and white, showing Kidd’s limp form, his body marked by a massive red ban stamp on his chest.
Killer stands frozen in shock, unable to comprehend what just happened. Pantheos, watching from the last remaining Kidd-centric subforum, gulps audibly as the tension between the Kidd fans and the forums’ leadership hits an all-time high.
Pantheos’s Status Update:
“Eustass Kidd has been banned indefinitely. While I understand the need for moderation, can we all agree that his fashion sense was underrated? #KiddAgenda”
Al Sama turns to face Pantheos’s subforum window, raising an eyebrow.Al Sama: (still calm and composed) “Pantheos… You allowed this chaos to escalate. You were given your role to maintain balance, yet you stoked the flames of rebellion.”
Pantheos: (speaking slowly, with a calm demeanor) “Al, I appreciate the Divine Departure and all, but have you ever tried to let a fan down gently? It’s not exactly a banned topic.”
Al Sama’s stoic expression remains unyielding, but there’s a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Al Sama: “Amusing as that may sound, a kingdom built on chaos is a house of cards. And I am the wind that brings it all crashing down.”
Pantheos: (with a slight smirk) “A wind? More like a breeze. But I get it; you’re just trying to keep your Shanks fan club afloat.”
Suddenly, a loud voice interrupts from the shadows. Enter Pot Goblin, a fellow moderator and passionate Carrot superfan, brandishing his own mod tools.
Pot Goblin: (eyes gleaming with indignation) “Did I hear someone mention chaos? I’m here for the carnage! Al, you can’t celebrate Kidd’s destruction of the Conejo FC like that! It was a furry community, and you’re acting like it was nothing!”
Al Sama smirks, unfazed by Pot Goblin's outburst.
Al Sama: “Oh, but Pot Goblin, the Conejo FC was nothing but a festering wound in this forum. I’m just glad someone finally had the guts to cut it out.”
From behind Pot Goblin, Mr. Reloaded emerges, cackling with delight, revealing his secret identity as Nick Furry.
Mr. Reloaded (Nick Furry): (grinning maliciously) “Oh, it was glorious! Watching Kidd blast that furry degeneracy to pieces was like a dream come true! The irony is delicious!”
Pot Goblin glares at Mr. Reloaded.
Pot Goblin: “You’re supposed to be one of us, Nick! But here you are, celebrating the destruction of an entire community? For shame!”
Mr. Reloaded shrugs nonchalantly, clearly enjoying the chaos.
Mr. Reloaded (Nick Furry): “I can be a secret furry and still appreciate a good destruction scene! Besides, we all know that the Conejo FC needed to go!”
Al Sama chuckles at the absurdity of the situation.
Al Sama: “You see, Pot Goblin? Not everyone is lamenting the loss. Some of us prefer a more streamlined forum experience. And who could blame them?”
Killer watches the exchange with a mix of confusion and amusement.
Killer: “Did we just enter a court of law or a circus?”
Al Sama raises his banhammer dramatically.
Al Sama: “Very well, I will consider your actions, Kidd. But next time, try to keep the destruction of furry degeneracy to a minimum. Or at least aim it at the right targets!”
Kidd slowly regains consciousness, rubbing his head and squinting up at Al Sama.
Kidd: (groggily) “Did I just get hit with a banhammer? I guess that’s what I get for messing with the Conejo FC… but those furries had it coming!”
Al Sama looks down at Kidd, a hint of forgiveness in his expression.
Al Sama: “For your actions against the Conejo FC, I will show some leniency. But remember, Kidd, respect the rules or face the Divine Departure again.”
Kidd nods, realizing the severity of the situation, while a sly grin forms on his face.
Kidd: “Next time, I’ll bring my own banhammer. Consider this a warning!”
Killer shakes his head, a smirk breaking through.
Killer: “Looks like the forums are safe for now, but with this much chaos, who knows what’ll happen next?”
Pantheos smiles, closing his laptop, ready to tackle the fallout of the day's events.
Pantheos: “Well, at least the fanbase has something to talk about. Welcome back to the Kidd Agenda, everyone. Let’s keep it civil this time!”
As the camera zooms out from the ship, the chaos of the WorstGen Forums continues, with Al Sama, Pantheos, and Pot Goblin standing united against any future threats, while Kidd and Killer plan their next antics in the distance.
End Scene.
Humanity does not want to give Sanji access to OF and porn sites
"Local authorities report the tragic death of the Straw Hat chef, Sanji. The crime scene was full of semen and blood. From what the authorities have pieced together, Sanji discovered rule34 at approxamitely 9 pm Wednesday night, and then collapsed due to fluid loss 8 hours later, at 5 am, due to blood and fluid loss from nosebleeds and gooning."
No like internet pornography could actually kill Sanji, Chopper needs to prescribe him Safesearch, for his own safety.
Nami when she finds out Sanji can find porn of her anywhere on the internet
"Local authorities report the tragic death of the Straw Hat chef, Sanji. The crime scene was full of semen and blood. From what the authorities have pieced together, Sanji discovered rule34 at approxamitely 9 pm Wednesday night, and then collapsed due to fluid loss 8 hours later, at 5 am, due to blood and fluid loss from nosebleeds and gooning."
No like internet pornography could actually kill Sanji, Chopper needs to prescribe him Safesearch, for his own safety.
"Local authorities report the tragic death of the Straw Hat chef, Sanji. The crime scene was full of semen and blood. From what the authorities have pieced together, Sanji discovered rule34 at approxamitely 9 pm Wednesday night, and then collapsed due to fluid loss 8 hours later, at 5 am, due to blood and fluid loss from nosebleeds and gooning."
No like internet pornography could actually kill Sanji, Chopper needs to prescribe him Safesearch, for his own safety.
That might make him a bit unhappy.