Kotein and Twofu lay there in bed, Kotein lying down on Twofu’s chest in his underwear. “That was some good training. I hope that’s enough for a BB level up.” Twofu said out loud. “Oh it was, hehe!” Kotein giggled. Their relaxing, intimate moment was cut short by the sound of foot meeting wood as the door was violently kicked down. “What the fu- BLAM” Twofu was cut short by a bullet to the throat. BFLMP stood there in the doorway, wielding Grafl’s pistol in his hand. He raised it up, pointing it directly at Kotein’s chest. “NO NO PLEASE DON’T HAVE ME- BLAM” Kotein’s cry for mercy was shattered by the sound of a metallic gunshot ringing through the air. Kotein looked down to see a huge hole punched in his chest. “Why would you do… th… thi… th…” he was unable to finish his sentence, because he had slumped over dead. Xerte rushed in to see Twofu and Kotein, lying together on the bed, in a bloody mess, both shot dead. He looked over at BFLMP, and noticed Grafl’s pistol in his hand. “Why would you do this?!” Xerte screamed in agonizing sadness. “I packed revive lights, don’t worry.” BFLMP said in an exasperated tone. “k” Xerte said, relieved. They were both suddenly brought back to life, gasping for air. They looked over at BFLMP and proceeded to slowly stutter out “w… w… wh.. why…. WHY?!” “You didn’t read my damn unit analysis.” BFLMP said looking pissed. “But I do read them!” Kotein yelled, the words mixed with tears and blood. BFLMP raised the pistol back up. “NO, NO, PLEASE!” Kotein cried. “Get the hell out. NOW.” Twofu and Kotein scrambled for the door, nearly trampling each other. “BFLMP, what the hell, that was a HUGE overreaction. I mean, yes your unit anaylsis’ are well written, and are a huge help to new players, and a great addition to the subreddit, that’s not reason to kill them over!” BFLMP’s free hand whipped over and grabbed Xerte’s Sphere Frogs. “If you want to keep these, don’t tel… what the hell?!” He was interrupted by the feeling of Xerte’s Mina rising in his hand. But to his surprise, it wasn’t just Mina, it was Il & Mina. “You… have… two…?!” He let go, disgusted. “Yea, uh… goodness… uh…. sorry it’s a… medical condition. I’ve never had to tell anyone until now. It’s a condition known as Xestiatis, where you have two units instead of the expected one.” Xerte said, shaking and nervous. “In all my years as a doctor, I have never heard of that condition. Mind if I take a peek?” Xerte shyly nodded and pulled down his pants, to reveal a max level, Il and Mina. “What is it’s SBB at?” “Well, the condition is very strong for me, so they are both at SBB 9.” Xerte said. BFLMP reached into his back pocket, and pulled out a burst frog. “They’re looking strong, but they need more.” The room lit up with a burning, pulsing feeling. Xerte looked down to see his Il & Mina, pulsing, growing large, throbbing, until suddenly, WHAM! His super brave burst awakened all over the body of BFLMP. BFLMP kneeled there, shocked. “Wow… I did not expect so much power… and range from such a unit.” “Well, I have a little secret.” Xerte reached into his Il and Mina, and pulled out a small, blue sphere. “Is… is that a wicked blade?” “Uhh, yea sure.” BFLMP was curious to why he hesitated at the name of the sphere, usually a sphere holder with such a powerful unit, or in Xerte’s case, a set of units, would know the name of his sphere off the top of his head in a snap. BFLMP did not enjoy this hesitation. “Tell you what, I need to test something. Can you insert it into my cave of malice? Just wanting to test something.” Xerte sighed, and whipped out his Il and Mina, and proceeded to enter the cave of malice. All seems normal, this feels like a… EEP! BFLMP let out a small cry as he realized, much too late, that Xerte had in fact lied about his sphere, this was in fact not a wicked blade, but the rumored Creator’s Blade. “TAKEITOUTTAKEITOUT” BFLMP shrieked as Il and Mina proceeded deeper into his cave of malice. Xerte blushed and yanked it out as fast as he could. BFLMP lay on the ground in the fetal position in a few minutes, trying to fathom what had just happened. “Th… tha… tha… that was incredible.” BFLMP barely managed to stammer out. “Oh, he he, you’re my first.” Xerte said with a giggle. “I think I’m ready to try again.” Xerte re-inserted Il and Mina into the cave of malice. Deeper, and deeper they went, past Putrid Abyss, past the Vagabond of the Monster’s den, past the Dweling of the Souls, till they reached the Death-beckoning Devil at the end. BFLMP was shrieking, half in pain, half squealing in delight. Xerte withdrew his Il and Mina all the way back to the Putrid Abyss, then the Death-beckoning Devil, and back again. BFLMP was tearing up, enjoying every second of this. The creator’s blade was glowing red with friction and energy, being forced to redo missions over and over. Xerte removed his Il and Mina, tired and worn out. “I’m too tired to continue.” He said, breathless. BFLMP suddenly pushed him off of himself, then jumped on top of this. “Teehee, I’m going to enjoy this” He forced Xerte onto his stomach, and yanked down his pants, revealing his deep, cavernous, Greskya Cave. “Oh boy, I can’t wait.” BFLMP ripped off his pants, to let his massive Cockuri out. He sent Cockuri into Greskya Caves, and without stopping made it to The Flame Princesss at the end. He tried to go deeper, but hit the far wall of the Greskya Cave. He couldn’t thrust, because his Cockuri had somehow managed to get stuck. Then Xerte died. BFLMP was gravely injured, and in his last raspy words, he managed to spit out the words, “no homo m8.”

Writers: /u/VortexRyan

Special Thanks: /u/Xerte /u/BFLMP