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fandomtownies2005-12-22 04:56 pm
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Blood Gulch Arms
Blood Gulch Arms was a mess. The elite troops of O'Malley's Army of Duckness had been sleeping inside the room, leaving evidence of its presence behind everywhere. Not that O'Malley seemed to bothered by it. He was currently bowed over the counter where a huge map of Fandom was spread out. Benedict, formely known as the bratty duck with teeth, stood beside him and once in a while prodded the map with his beak.
"If we want to block out the sun, we'll need more troops. Send out messengers to the mainland and tell them to gather more ducks here," O'Malley commanded and laughed evilly, like all supervillians must do. "The mayor won't know what hit him."
Benedict spread his wings and quacked to the elites. There was a ruffle of feathers and a lot of quacking and finally, one of the grunts opened the door and tens of ducks flew out to go gather more allies.
"If we want to block out the sun, we'll need more troops. Send out messengers to the mainland and tell them to gather more ducks here," O'Malley commanded and laughed evilly, like all supervillians must do. "The mayor won't know what hit him."
Benedict spread his wings and quacked to the elites. There was a ruffle of feathers and a lot of quacking and finally, one of the grunts opened the door and tens of ducks flew out to go gather more allies.