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Mike, a Toa of Gravity who just so happens to be my buddy, disables the black hole, killing you and setting us free.

 

Me and Mike's mask.

Posted

I escape in my sound form and beam myself into your head, destroying your eardrums. Then I leave for the muffin factory.

 

My mask.

Posted (edited)

Just as I had predicted. You find yourself unable to go near the Muffin Factory, due to the silence still being in effect. And once you reach the edge, I increase the radius of the silence field to 2 miles.

 

Well Dane, you managed to beat me to it. I still increased the silence field though, so you'll have nowhere to go should you escape.

 

My Mask.

Edited by Neo ShadowVezon

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"Master of Shadows and Game-running Compliants, Ǝɹsɐʇz Ԁᴉɹɐʞɐ ᴉu qlɐɔʞ' No˙ 999, Vezon of the Twighlight"

Posted (edited)

I exit my sound form by generating myself a body, and as I am currently in VahkiDane's innards, it destroys him from the inside. Dane promptly explodes and I use his decapitated head's disc-launcher jaws to shoot a spinning laser saw into your gut, bisecting you before it releases a wave of pressure. Since your body is destroyed, you temporarily aren't able to keep up the silence field. I escape.

 

My mask.

Edited by Gukko Lord
Posted

I have since the last post been on an endless quest to destroy every last one of ShadowVezon's bodies. All of the bodies he had outside of the universe no longer exist since... well, there is no outside of the universe. Even the majority of this universe has been removed from existence. Which of course makes my job all the more easier. I now proceed to kick you in the face.

 

My mask.

Posted

I catch your foot at the last second and shove you into the realm of nothing, erasing you from existence.

 

My mask.

Posted

Congratulations, you just ended the game for good... No, I am of course kidding. The mask doesn't settle for not existing, and it tears its way back into existence, with me and the rest of our universe in tow. No other universes though, which is a shame.

 

My mask.

Posted

I throw you into the spectating ShadowVezon, and your lips touch... and hold, as I've stuck uber-magical-superglue onto them.

 

My mask.

Posted

Not that I personally am complaining, but ShadowVezon's gonna be miffed... I do manage to break the magnetism with a bit of technical know how, after which I proceed to beating you to death with a wrench.

 

My mask.

Posted

Before the finishing blow can be dealt, I beam myself into your head and implant a thing that plays Miley Cyrus music nonstop. You scream and beg me to end it, but I just smirk, rebuild my body, and fly away.

 

My mask.

Posted

Unfortunately for you, I happen to still have the far-walk ability, but a sub-ability of this is to make other objects go wherever I want them to. In this case, I make the thing go into your own head, and code its molecular structure so that it becomes a permanent part of your body, so even if you turn into sound, it will still be there.

 

My mask.

Posted (edited)

I control sound, dude. I make it play Daft-Punk/Avicii/Imagine-Dragons/Bastille/All-My-Favorite-Bands music instead. Thanks! I then bisect you... lengthwise.

 

My mask.

Edited by Gukko Lord
Posted

I drop an email on you

 

My mask.

 Kopaka, the coolest(Pun intended) Ko-Toa ever:

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"If the fight had turned, Exann might be the one on the floor with Antidermis spurting out of him. This is how battle is. This is how life is." -Mar'jik, Corpus Rahkshi                                       

Posted

I hire north Korea and the NSA to hack into your email, remove me from your contacts, add all the others, and then revert the email back at you complete with a virus that kills all: living things, semi-living things (COUGH COUGH gukko lord...), and technological things. You are paralyzed as well as in flames currently. That is stage 1 of this virus.

Stage 2: all your contact list is sent this email (which opens on its own) and are promptly engulfed in stage 1 and things repeat and so on until all of you are unable to attack and the mask is just lying on the ground.

mine.

move along.

nothing to see here.

Posted

I have previously installed an unstoppable anti-virus. The virus is stopped dead in its tracks. I reprogram it into an Easy-Delete program which manifests in my hands as a Digi-Deleter Rifle. I noscope you, making your body dissipate into millions of 1's and 0's.

 

My mask.

Posted (edited)

Well whaddya know. I've always wanted to be a buncha little numbers. I call upon my bretheren 2,3,4,5,6,7,8, and 9 and we swarm you. You are overpowered and cannot help dropping the mask.

 

content with our victory, all of the numbers slink away into unknown places, throwing the world into utter chaos as no one knows speed limits, prices, times, part counts, page numbers, dates, and so on. Rome burns. Again.

 

My mask and miniature army of small yet important numbers.

Edited by kanohi of jello

move along.

nothing to see here.

Posted (edited)

Turns out rotten pineapple skin can actually substitute the mask. So that rotten pineapple skin is now the mask.

 

P:MoS's mask.

 

I make you look bad in front of your ninja clan. They kick you out.

 

My mask

Edited by Toa Onaku
Posted (edited)

By following the part you had ninja'd me from, you insult your (former) ninja clan, prompting them to kick your *ss.

 

My mask (the pineapple skin was never real)

Edited by Toa Onaku

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