The sound of a powerdrill echoes through the broken halls of fallen castles. Dead, gone, broken. Tony Powerdrill, Scourge Of Exclamania, has perished.
They called him a saviour.
The glowing red powerdrill that would save their home.
But they couldn't have known what was to come.
You see, Tony was but a simple powerdrill dwelling in a simple hardware store, before a certain man purchased him.
This man shall remain unnamed, however what I shall tell you is this:
The man, unknowing of the power of Exclamania, the souls within, plugged the powerdrill into the server by accident. He had no idea of the truth of the situation.
Tony jolted to life, in an unfamiliar world, fascinating and wonderful. He enjoyed his life to the fullest, knowing that at any moment it could be taken away.
But then.
His hometown of Depot was attacked.
Monstrous furniture killed and maimed everyone who dared to oppose them.
Everyone except Tony.
Tony unscrewed their screws and bolts, sabotaged their structural integrity with well-placed holes. Nothing could stop him.
But even then, he failed. He could not halt their march and his town burned.
Tony, unable to handle the loss of all he had loved, began to try to find new purpose in disassembling the furniture of all residing within Exclamania.
For this sin, he was sealed away.
He had much time to think on his life, and decades later, he broke free of his prison.
He tried to go on.
He really did.
He took apart so much furniture.
But it wasn't enough. He remained empty inside.
And so, he took his in life, in the fires of a volcano.
Such is the tale of Tony Powerdrill, Scourge Of Exclamania.
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W H A T ! ?
You've gotta be FUCKING KIDDING M-
