Well...

Shit.

Outmatched, outwitted, and out Dingle Hopperd.

The crew of the Bajarian Jade have found themselves trapped within the whack machinations of the evil wizard core Balevore.

Who, as it turns out, was like a thousand steps ahead of him this whole time? With zero orbs of tracus, just one of nine leguma crums still dormant and none of Balevore's soul preserving whack defects.

Our heroes have little hope of preventing the destruction of reality as they know it.

But little is better than none, and as our heroes face their nemesis alone, confined to mysterious locations deep within Balevore's fortress, they hold on to their last shreds of courage, freshness, and hope that they will live to see each other again.

For if they fail, it shall be there, and let's be honest, everyone else is very final mission to the next.

My heroes, believers, adorants, unkindness, sparklessness, all the forces of being not that good to be around, and I trust you both.

Wait, is this the planet where all those kids got their school hollows taken?

This is so weird, I can't believe our nemesis are children.

Oh, I forgot all about the kids you died.

Hi Steve, whoa!

Back in the old frame, what happened to the country gentleman?

It was starting to kind of do something for me, very reminiscent of that bodice ripper

at tunnel tin.

You know what I'm talking about, it was very popular with moms.

Nemesis gun!

Paperundzego company!

Oh

All right, Corby Hillmore show yourself it's just you and me

That's not gonna happen black

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