Operation: Phoenix, Turning Point Battle, Part 10

        by CyberPyro (cybrpyro@iac.net)

        "NO!" bellowed the Hell Wyrm, spongin scattering before his rage.
His attempt to spongify J-Rock, Most Holy, and CyberPyro with an awful story
and a win95 machine in the 801 Grand Building had met with dismal failure.
Someone needed to pay for this, dearly.  B'harnii's gaze scoured the room, 
looking for a target.
        "Please ... please, no, Master B'harnii!" begged Seth Gill, aka
#SI0026 to the Jihad, as his master's baleful stare bore into his pupils.  He
backed up, stumbling over his feet, as the Magenta Monstrosity waddled
forwards, murder in his plushy eyes.
        "No! Don't! ... " begged SI0026, his master closing the distance
between them in a waddle that sent low, strong vibrations though the floor.
SI0026's plea for mercy went unheard, the plush demon's claw ripping off half
his servant's face in a single swipe.
        The Hell Wyrm waddled after a wounded, panicked servant.  Seth
attempted to beg for his life, but his shredded tongue and flayed face
refused  to produce anything more than a wet gurgling noise as he crawled
away, desperately attempting to live.
        The other spongin in the room, cowering in various nooks, let out a
collective yell of shock/protest as the Lavender Lard Lord pounced.  His
target's life-blood, newly freed from the constraints of its throat, shot
across the room in a thick stream of maroon.
        "Yes my child?" asked It of The One Tooth, casually tossing the fresh
corpse aside, as he smiled in a sacchariny sweet way.  He had to step sideways
to avoid the spreading pool of blood on the matte black deck.
        "You're supposed to luv us!" accused Betty Boop.
        "And I do.  You're all my special friends," said b'harnii as he wiped
blood from his claws.
        "You killed Seth!!  You meany!  He never did anything wrong!!"
        "Yeah, he was our friend!  You killed him!" screamed Dark Puppy.
        "He was a ... Jihaddi sympathizer!" improvised the Hell Wyrm.  He'd
made a serious mistake: killing a spongin in front of other minions who were
still useful to him was a Bad Idea[tm].
        "YOU LIE!!  He luved you!" yelled Rutherford, SI0020, still outraged
her friend had been killed.  She rushed forward, a fist raised in rage at
the luv of her life, b'harnii, who had killed a close friend for arbitrary
reasons.
        Her charge stopped abruptly, the Purple Pestilence's claw wrapping
around her neck and lifting her off the floor.  A flick of the wyrm's claw
snapped her neck like dried spaghetti strands.  He swung to the side,
viciously slamming SI0020 into a metallic wall.  She fell to the ground,
lifeless, as large patches of crimson dripped down the wall.
        "... Well, my beloved, let's sing a happy song and dance a happy
dance to forget about these traitors," purred the plush monstrosity.  He
began to sing of happy things.  He jiggled, wiggled, and waddled his way
around the room, playing for the attention of his spongies.
        Quickly, inevitably, his evil spell worked: all his mindless servants
joined the song and dance, careful not to slip in the fresh blood of their
former friends.  Soon they were laughing loudly, enjoying It of The One
Tooth's antics, happy to see everything was perfect and cheerful with the
world again.
        "Come now, my super special friends," purred the Wyrm, "It's time for
us to have a super-deeeeeeee-DUPER meeting with even more of our friends!"

...

        The Hell Wyrm stood at the center of a large, darkened, matte black
room that could easily be used as an auditorium.  On his raised platform, he
paced back and forth, lecturing the cheering mob of sponge minions.
        "... And all of you, the finest and toughest of my forces, shall take
the new weapons I have built and kill the Jihaddi trying to reach the top
of the 801 Grand Building.  The Jihad has been observant, as of late, and
have assigned IndexNumbers[tm] to all of you.
        "How amusing," giggled the Dark and Purple One, "that they should
number you, only to have you kill them with something like THIS!"  b'harnii
grabbed what appeared to be an America On-Line promotional CD ROM and threw
it at a wall.
        The disk hummed, flying far better and faster than one would think,
and embedded three fourths of the way into the wall.  The spongies ooooh'ed
and aaaahhh'ed of this new weapon until the Hell Wyrm brought attention back
to him.
        "AOL CDs refitted and refined to have mono-molecular edges to them.
Improved aerodynamics, flight stability, and striking power.  Throw these at
those EVIL Jihaddi and they'll be cut to ribbons!"
        "Now," chuckled the Wyrm to itself, "my masterpiece!"  From his mauve
claw flew a can resembling the (in)famous product of Hormel: Spam.  It
flipped end over end, whistling as it flew towards the far corner of the
room.
        The can struck the floor with an unusually solid thud, bounced, and
then exploded.  A laser-like beam shot down from the ceiling, enveloping the
blossoming explosion, neatly containing it in a five foot wide sphere.
        "Well," said a startled Hell Wyrm -- when could the X'hirjq ship do
_that_ anyway??? -- " as you can see, b'harn Spam[tm] is highly explosive.
Pull the pin and throw it towards the Jihaddi.  It should be strong enough
to kill them on contact, or wound them significantly."  The spongies cheered
wildly, eager to get their mindless hands on the weapons their master had
provided.
        Their greed was quickly satisfied, their master passing out crates
of the material.  As the excitement died down, two spongin stood up from the
floor and walked to the raised platform.  Once there, they climbed onto the
ad hoc stage and addressed the crowd of 150 spongies.
        "Now, my super-special friends," said Dark Puppy, aka SI0030, "here
is what b'harnii has told me we shall do...."

                                                                CP

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