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Broomhandle45
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RE: The Game of the Gods
For a while, they had won. They were the victors, the rulers...they made a kingdom that stretched to the farthest ends of the world. It was a glorious time, but like all things...time was an illusion. Eventually, the gods did indeed decide that they were going too far, playing too many games. And like that, it was over...and so Ganondorf remained in the darkness, forever bound and shackled, waiting patiently...as he had always done for centuries to strike out again. For some stupid fool to want the Trifroce, to explore things they did not understand.
But today, was not that day, it seemed. A portal opened up from the unblinking darkness, making his red eyes narrow faintly in minor surprise. It cast a dark light over his prison, wearing nothing but the shackles that seemed to keep him on his knees, his bulk had not been lost in the centuries...nor had the burn in his stomach for all that he had lost, among other things.
A strange machine stepped out, next to him...a ravishing woman, in white robes, her skin fair, her eyes flawless, her hair like a vast expanse of shadows. Something about her seemed familiar, so familiar...that his exposed groin was already half twitching from long remembered times.
Lord Ganondorf, Janus said politely.
For a while, they had won. They were the victors, the rulers...they made a kingdom that stretched to the farthest ends of the world. It was a glorious time, but like all things...time was an illusion. Eventually, the gods did indeed decide that they were going too far, playing too many games. And like that, it was over...and so Ganondorf remained in the darkness, forever bound and shackled, waiting patiently...as he had always done for centuries to strike out again. For some stupid fool to want the Trifroce, to explore things they did not understand.
But today, was not that day, it seemed. A portal opened up from the unblinking darkness, making his red eyes narrow faintly in minor surprise. It cast a dark light over his prison, wearing nothing but the shackles that seemed to keep him on his knees, his bulk had not been lost in the centuries...nor had the burn in his stomach for all that he had lost, among other things.
A strange machine stepped out, next to him...a ravishing woman, in white robes, her skin fair, her eyes flawless, her hair like a vast expanse of shadows. Something about her seemed familiar, so familiar...that his exposed groin was already half twitching from long remembered times.
Lord Ganondorf, Janus said politely.