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[Gwolfski]

All the events that occurred led to cracking of the ground in a remote, barren rock wasteland. Gases emerged and met with the clouds. This agitated the rain, and lightning occurred...

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Forming the great Rakawaka God of lightening and puns a huge sentient mass of electricity formed in the shape of a spear.

[Gwolfski]

Sparks from the holy lightning fall onto the earth, creating cyan grass...

[Nakéen]

Back in the Feyling lands, a particular individual rose amongst the Feylings who laughed at the funny demise of the Ajin.
His name was Malis. Fascinated by the power of Joke Magic, he threaded further into the Path of Black Humor.

Until the day he discovered a powerful spell of Black Humor Magic, that could bring back dead as mindless slaves if one joked on the way one died. Killing his peers with bouts and puns, he raised them, laughing at their funny demises.

Drunk with power, Malis the Black Humor Mage raised an army, and began his conquest of the Feyling and Ajin worlds...

[NRDL]

The Ajin's took full notice of the slaughter of their neighbours, and the humourless hordes of dead Malis commanded.  The red balls of derision fought back as hard as they could, mercilessly snarking at the undead, at how their bodies flopped about uncontrollably, their lack of intelligence, how oh so intimidating and clever their master was.  The dead did not care.  They trampled and tore at the Ajin with detached abandon.

Malis reveled in his power over life, death and comedy.  Before his transformation into a Necromedian, he was really just considered average in the Feyling departments of wit and jokery.  Now, he had an audience all to himself.

He just wished they were a bit more responsive.

[Amperzand]

As War begins among the Creatures, a strange new Spirit arises, one of engines and plates, of flame and of blades. War is incarnate, and glory be to the victors!

[FallacyofUrist]

And with that, the first(but certainly not the last) dimensional bypass was preformed. Entropy manifested a massive dragon... thing... within the sphere. Because of its immunity to the power of the Great Ones, a furious debate began among them about what to do about it.

[Nakéen]

Menawhile War raged. As Feylings and Ajin alike were reduced to pun material by the humorless legions of Malis, the future of the two people seemed grim. In the midst of despair, the two people formed an alliance. But it wasn't enough.

For Malis had grown far stronger than any Snark Sorcerer or Joke Mage. Being constantly surrounded by his undead audience, he soon forgot how to make light-hearted and witty jokes, and instead mastered the art of Black Humor. Furthermore, the isolation twisted his already maddened mind : alone and without a critical audience, he fully completed his transformation into a Necromedian when he began to reuse the same jokes over and over again.
His deadly bouts could now make any Feyling or Ajin bursts in laughter, even when he joked of gross and gore. No Snark Sorcerer or Joke Mage could oppose him anymore.

So they reached out for the self-exiled Unfunnies, who in their exile had become nearly immune to any sort of humor. They knew only an Unfunny would be able to bring down Malis the Black Humor Necromedian...

[Urist Mc Dwarf]

A Great Old One created a race of great seven-legged serpentine beasts to fight Entropy.

[Amperzand]

And wherever the Spirit of War moved, in a roiling mass of function and dysfunction, there was conflict and resolution, plague and cure, foolishness and innovation.

And so War came to bring change, to break stagnation, to ensure that things cannot remain always. And to ensure that the world continues to grow in knowledge, even if only for the purpose of ruin.

[FallacyofUrist]

And with that: convergence. Malis the Necromedian, the Spirit of War, the Seven-Legs, Entropy's Dragon, and a trained squad of combative Unfunnies, wielding strange weapons called "war hammers" which they made themselves... they all came to one place. Why? One of the Old Ones, Ven of the Games, had created a font of liquid power, power that each and every one of them wanted. It was chaos.

[Atian the Elephantman God]

One of the last Ajin named Azlaka wanted revenge for his kind, he stole Chaos and used its powers to break the Blood Sea's barrier using the Blood Sea to his will he destroyed his mind and became one with Chaos! Azlaka mastered the Chaos Puns and wrecked havoc upon Malis and his undead army.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

Rakawaka calls down a thunderstorm to wreck havoc upon the world splitting mountains in twine destroying villages and slaughtering indiscriminately.

[Atian the Elephantman God]

Azlaka The Chaos Bringer enters ChaosHood and through the mastering of Chaos Puns he has the power to destroy anything. Azlaka The Chaos Bringer creates the Coar, the very first creatures of chaos to inhabit the world and bring demise to all that oppose Azlaka The Chaos Bringer!

[Gwolfski]

The cyan grass creates sentient, floating eyeballs