Atlantis_Darts
SubonicXP
*Marches into the thread with an army of Pawniard* General MacDarts, I'm calling you out!
General Darts' makeshift tank lurches forwards into the thread, an army of red and white Kecleon marching in time around it as the Giratina hybrid lolls his head out the top, his general's cap somehow improbably perched atop his golden crest. "And who be ye?"
"It is I, His Imperial Majesty Victor Vahn Locke, By the Grace of Darkrai and the Void, Emperor of All Things. And you sir, are a pretender to the throne of the Distortion World. I intend to enforce my rightful claim, bestowed upon me but the Dark One himself. Surrender your forces now and you will be seated as my vassal." Emperor Locke says from atop his decorated Hydreigon.