"...WHY...! AM I...! ALWAYS...! TAGGED HERE! UGH!"
These words echoed through the Shell Master's castle, resort, and into every single extravagant building of the resort-like isle of tranquil madness that was his home. Dressed in his usual yellow magician suit and red boots - yes, red boots, did you expect a madman to respect conventional fashion sense? - Tortwag grabbed his squarred top hat and stormed out of his residence, a furious need to splash some brains like the Zombeef he sometimes dreamt to be. Or maybe he was closer to the Hampire.
Hmm. Mystery to be solved.
But speaking of Hampire, why wasn't that @AstralHunter answering the Chaos Phone? He was the one who wanted Tortwag to participate in YWS' antics in the first place!
"Sir," a random passing Gizoid minion interrupted as he came by, "if you don't mind me reading your mind, I do not believe your friend's influence should be needed for you to join anything that requires madness in it."
Tortwag frowned. "Which member of the G-Series of you?"
"Codename: G-Flint. 4th Wall-breaking series."
"Oh. Right. Flint. Because Skylanders. And about what you said, I DO need his influence! Or anyone's! Do you KNOW what happens when I join anything that requires madness in it? I add my own! And you know what happens along with that! The Reference-Quote Apocalypse musn't happen here?"
"Why the question mark at the end?"
"Typo."
"Right. Why not?"
"...Because... Uh... Nobody... Can... Fully... take it?"
"@Lumi would slap you for believing that, sir."
"Don't you mean Astral? Or @Sheyren? ...Or maybe @Mage, though she's not the slapping type. I think."
"Nice job tagging 3 more people with two sentences, sir."
"Thank you. I don't know what I'm doing."
"Wrong. You're distracting the current reader with dynamic dialogues. You're decent at those."
"YOU MEAN I'M THE KING OF THOSE! ...Don't let anyone know I said that."
"Only if you finally do what you do best."
"...Apocalypse?"
"Apocalypse."
Tortwag sighed. "This is a very very dangerous idea that could very very easily backfire." Tortwag's eyes suddenly lit up. "...Oh. I've started. Quick, G-Flint! Bring me the Book of Toons!"
The robot extended his hands. The book had been in it all along.
"...oh."
"Like a Boss, sir."
"Please stop Pennyworthing me." Tortwag looked at the readers. "Shoutouts to anyone here that actually got that joke. We appreciate your viewership. What I just said was an EVEN MORE subtle quote. Can you get it? Do get back at me if you did, and get free cookies."
With that said, Tortwag teleported himself towards the Balcony and opened his Book of Toons. He went for his favorite page, The 666th one, and cleared his throat.
"...WARE WA MESSIAH NARI! HA, HA HA HA HA! MOKUSHIROKU WA HAJIMARI DA!"
With that said and done, an enormous, impossibly large, more-redundant-description amount of references, quotes and Twaggyfied figures from all over the internet and even the realm world itself appeared from the page and spread in the entire realm of YWS, plaguing the place with its unstoppable might.
"Uh, G-Flint?"
"Sir."
"Please bring me the Wag Translator. I get the feeling that the next posters are just gonna take references of their own until my next appearance, and I want this apocalypse to go well. And for that, I must direct it myself and spread it across the world, the Fool's Month as my trusty companion. So, I need to translate Twagsicle to anyone who doesn't understand it."
"...D'you really think that lightly of this place's craziness, Sir? They'll understand you."
"EVEN IF MY REFERENCES AND QUOTES ARE IN FRENCH, SPANISH, ENGLISH AND PORTUGUESE ALL MIXED TOGETHER WITH THE INTERNET'S MADNESS AND CARTOON'S INFLUENCE?!"
"...Ah."
"Yeah."
"...Oh."
"Yup."
"...Eeeeh."
"Shut up and lemme jump from this balcony."
"...Oh."
"WIGGLER AHOY! FULL STEAM AHEAD!" Upon jumping from the balcony, the Shell Master was greeted by his eternal pet, the supersonic caterpillar that was Wiggler. Once on its head, Tortwag set off into the moonlight, his Book of Toon World still open, references and quotes spreading into the world like a deranged Pandora's box.
"Hey, reader?" Tortwag concluded. "Notice how this entire post was written without interacting with everyone else but my own minions and not actual people. You liked it? Yes? Good. Ah, But you didn't? WELL THAT'S HOW LITTLE I KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH OTHER HUMANS OF YWS. I'M TOO CRAZY FOR THIS. WANNA PROVE ME WRONG? THEN HURRY AND STOP MY APOCALYPSE BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE TO DO SO! I'LL COME BACK LATER ANYWAY!"
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