the two warring factions; bluududs & c00lkidds.

the two sides worked for the same goal, really; capture every ROBLOX admin & make the platform great again. however, the leaders of either faction didn’t get along at all, which often led to civil competitions to see who could exterminate the most admins during a set amount of time. it did wonders for the rebellion, yet it worried their soldiers. “when will you stop warring with that woman, general?”, his soldiers asked 007n7, “she’s fighting for the same cause as you are!”

“it’s a fun competition,” 007n7 would respond, reclining in his chair, gazing at his nails in casualty. “plus, its a spectacle watching her get all riled up like that. a small bonus, i do say.”

it definitely wasn’t just a small bonus.

“that other general is insignificant in comparison to your achievements!!” 118o8’s soldiers would squeal at her, “look at you! you lost an arm mid-battle & replaced it with a mechanical one!! he’s just jealous of you, & you know it!!!”

“oh, i know that darn well,” 118o8’s comment would be, chuckling heartily to herself, “but i still have to show him who’s the boss here.”

well, the time came that the two generals simply had to go a further length than simple mutual competitive feelings for one another.

007n7 bit first; he sent out a small troop of his soldiers out to capture general 118o8, but was met with dismay when the troop came back absolutely demolished—five soldiers missing, the remaining two being so battered beyond repair they had to go into immediate retirement. they still spoke of the horrors they’d witnessed at 118o8’s hands alone to this day.

007n7 bit his lip & thought harder. he’d have to plan ahead instead of just sending out an armada of his soldiers if he wanted to properly catch hold of 118o8, as if her skills alone were enough to demolish his best troop, then he would be in trouble.

so he thought ahead, & formulated a plan in no time.

he’d order his troops to capture 118o8 at her most vulnerable; right when she’d go out of her hq, right when she’d set foot out the door.

& it worked.

118o8 was captured & brought back to general 007n7 in no time; held in a dark, locked room with only one naked lightbulb, tied to a chair like some cheesy horror movie. 007n7 approached the kidnapped woman with a smug grin on his face, peering right down at her as he flicked on that one overhanging bulb with a pull of a string.

“well, look at what the cat dragged in~”