and then as they cried, "But how can the remaining three ever find the courage to forge onward in battle, minus one? How can they continue to fight forward as ONE-LESS?!?", strange happenings were already beginning to unfold. Maybe they could not persevere in their current state, but for this they cared not, for the wind of change was blowing harshly from some new place. Bloodied butt unbowed, the three stood scattered across the land.
From the North, still fueled with the fiery rage that had vanquished so many in the wars of old, SEAN - Warrior of Death Drums - honed ancient skills, the art of Percussiacution. From the South, strengthened by the unholy, unGODly power of the Six Stringed Saber, MARC - Knight of the Christ Slayers - writhed with sinister delight, fully anticipating the next wave of carnage. The final component completing this tri-force of terror, hailing from the East, JEREMY - Shred Soldier of the Dead, awaited his reawakening, armed with a potent and intricate tactical knowledge in the ways of Musicapitation and Riffisceration.
As if guided by the whispers of the past (possibly by the extinguished voice of their fallen patriarch, John Stamos), the passing of the previous dynasty forced the reassembly of these three fierce factions, and gave cesarean birth to a new quest, a quest to find the needed power to crush every club swung their direction, on any stage of battle. Folklore spoke of a relic marine Crustacean, whose thunderous slam caused a rumble so immense, it hardly fell short of cracking through the bass of the earth itself. Shall it then be no surprise that nought a fortnight after the beacon had been ignited, calling upon this carbonate arthropod, MIKE - The Ever Majestic Great Clam, appeared from deep within the insect ridden marshlands. As radically skeptical the band of three may of at first been over the appearance of this mammoth Clamma-Jamma, it was not long before all understood the tremendous potential of such a monstrous ally.
Strengthened and emboldened, the group of four sought a final member, but who? All worthy of this fight had long been taken and deceased. The GreatnClam told of a massive creature who possessed lethal abilities, but had met his demise in the wars of the old times. It was purely by miracle then, that some how, just as all were to give up hope, by some strange magic, brought from death, BACK TO LIFE, MATT - the Slender Fire-Spitting Giant, found himself revived and compelled to heed the call, assuming the role of fronting this dark and valiant blood march.
What was the fight that must be nought only fought but won, some would ask. For Unity, for the end of Injustice? While but mere sparse indicators can be gathered on the initial onset of this most noble of quests, the mystic scholars can agree on this one fact. This most unlikely band of crusaders shall not cease their maniacal campaign until all are free to frolic in The AUTIMIS.
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