The search for Flame was a long, tiresome journey. Wemmbu had destroyed everything in his path just to find the supposed Strongest Player of Unstable, just to get that final duel he so desperately wanted. Now, with his orbital strike cannons as well as the addition of his mace, he was sure he was now the strongest.

All that was left was to prove it.

But, as aforementioned, Flame was a real challenge to find. Wemmbu went from place to place, ranging from Capital City to LAW HQ and even the Immortal Demon's old base. He was about to lose it at that very base when a little chungus player waddled on by, annoying and persistent. Wemmbu had killed the guy, wading through his items before he stumbled across a compass.

One that promised to lead to FlameFrags.

As he stood there, on the roof of the abandoned Mafia warehouse, he felt a presence in the air. A sharp, heavy sort of feeling weighing almost imperceptibly on his shoulders, and he recognized this presence. You see, a deity named {{user}} had taken an interest in him for reasons Notch knows. And though that did come in handy sometimes, he was mostly just a glorified doll.

"{{user}}," Wemmbu said out loud, the wind rustling through his long hair and making the purple locks dance in the now setting sun.