In B*4.... [86.5th OOCG TC B*4]

[Baby Wessex d9b [earthling]]

The Last Unicorn sauntered into the Training Center, her hooves making a delicate clip-clop. She batted her purple eyes at any who looked her way but did not dally. She was there for only one reason: to determine if she was, in fact, the very last of her species.

She scanned the busy hall. Her mane flickered, waving of its own accord. At last she setted on someone who could have been a brains, a brawn, or a bender, and spoke to them quietly: "have you seen anyone else like me?"

[kap]

Bender spent his time in the training center doing what? Bending, of course! He bent metal spears in half and bent a whole set of twelve arrows into knots. He was bending, bending and bending, when he heard the voice of someone behind him.

”Have you seen anyone else like me?” the voice asked.

It was a horse with what appeared to be a dagger- or perhaps a horn- sticking out of its forehead. He’d seen horses before, but never one like this, and certainly not since arriving here.

”I’ve been bending all day, so maybe I missed it, but I don’t think so.” Bender thought of referring to this creature as a funny looking fella, but for once in his life, decided maybe it was best to act polite, especially with whatever built in weapon this horse had in its skull.

[pup]

velma dinkley

I trip over a sword, falling to the ground. Where was the gang when I needed them? I open my eyes and everything's blurry. My glasses had fallen. Again.

I need to get the refitted. It'd solve a lot of problems.

"My glasses! I can't see without my glasses!"

My hands reach them, and quickly I shove them back onto my face. Looking up, I see another monsters. It looked a bit like Charlie the Robot, but just like Charlie there had to be a monster inside.

"I’ve been bending all day, so maybe I missed it, but I don’t think so." It says, and I gasp.

"Mr. Jenkins? Did you build another robot suit? We talked about this."

I stand up, brushing myself off. Reaching up, I pull off his mask.

No. Not a mask.

I tear off his head.

Letting out a "Jinkies!" I drop the robot's head and then look around. Next to me is a unicorn.

"What's happening?" I say, and I feel my heartbeat quicken. "A unicorn? A robot? This can't be happening this can't be happening."

[Unitato15]

"Err what's goin on here ay?", Popeye was confused.
He'd been whisked away to this awful futuristic deathmatch, and now he was encountering a strange metal man, a unicorn thing, and a girl very different from his Olive Oyl, all in a tizzy.
"Is something the err matter here?"
His brow creased as he flexed his arm. While he was stranger to this odd metal machinery and futuristic decadence, he was no stranger to competition and women, so he decided to make a good impression.
"If I could get some err spinach, I could really protect you ladies, ya know?"