This is about to be one of the craziest lore I’ve ever lored.
Sigh, here we go.
A long time ago, before any form of gim had evolved, there was only one being, Cyro​:trade_mark:. He was the Lord of EVERYTHING, from the flashing skies to the vast oceans, he ruled it all. Of course, all supernatural beings were lonely, so he created, The Very First Gim​:trade_mark:. He saw this as a brainflash of brilliance, so he created, The Very Second Gim​:trade_mark:. And The Very Third Gim
. You get the idea. Soon enough, there was a thriving population of these blobby, silly creatures with only legs and no mouths. But, not everything went as expected.
Lord Cyro, had a dream. It was one nightmare, that soon, these innocent beings, more specifically, a special one might overthrow him, ultimately stealing the throne. He was horrified. Immediately, he descended to GimLand,
where all the gims resided. He became paranoid, any one of these people could be the one to crumble his kingdom.
There was this one gim, who was different from all others in many ways. He was much braver, smarter, and reckless. He was named Cyprus. He had the wits to smelt and use iron, which at the time was thought to be a shiny stone. He made iron tools and armor, a major milestone for the Gims. Then he discovered copper. Then bronze, and brass. You get the idea. He was highly valued and respected, and soon rose to be a leader.
Soon, Cyprus grew and became the ruler of GimLand™. His castle stretched upon the horizon, and his people had become under his control. He wielded an army capable of defeating anything, and an axe forged by his ace blacksmith, Gale. It was made of an alloy of diamond and tungsten, shattering whoever dared deny his rule.
Cyro was furious. Feeling anger swell up in him like a volcano about to erupt, he climbed the narrow staircase up to Cyprus’s kingdom. The guards tried to stop him, but he vaporized them with the GimGauntlet™, created from the clouds themselves. This controlled everything, holding all of Cyro’s powers, in one glove.
“STOP EXPANDING THY KINGDOM, OR FACE THE WRATH OF MY GAUNTLET,” Cyro boomed. Cyprus was not threatened, as he had been awaiting this day since the day he had became a king. He had made a plan, to STEAL the gauntlet before this encounter. All of a sudden, Gale snuck up behind Cyro and snatched his gauntlet, ultimately guaranteeing the defeat of Cyro. In agony, he crumbled down to his knees as Gale handed it to Cyprus, who prepared to snap.
“WAIT! I have something to say,” Cyro said weakly. “If you snap and disintegrate me, you will face the curse of Zythorn™. Your kingdom will crumble in the dumbest, most preventable way possible, and you will remember this moment, the day you turned upon your own creator. GO AHEAD, THE DECISION IS ALL YOURS TO MAKE.”
Cyprus looked at Gale skeptically, then looked at the gauntlet covering his hands and Cyro, once the all-powerful Lord, about to be destr0yed by his own creation. He sighed, then snapped, obliterating Cyro forever.
Seven years later was long after Cyprus became the Lord of the Gims™.No possible thing could destr0y him. All in this world were gims. Technology had advanced, and so had science, creating more powerful gadgets and armor. All until, The Great Plaque™. It was a time of sickness, which could easily be cured by the proper medicine that they had, but nobody could was well enough to cure themselves or others, and the illness was inevitable.
Meanwhile, in another world, there was the great Zythron™, the green, mean, k!lling machine. He was sure to be a force to be reckoned with. His army consisted of Plactoids™, mythical creatures similar to snakes, but could fly, and spew poisonous gases. These deadly creatures were accompanied by Stumpleweeds™, wooden beasts similar to giants, but were pure brutes. Along came the Shadowtoads, engulfing anything with darkness, and the one and only Hectosphere™, a magical giant who could destr0y anything, only being stopped by it’s stupidity. When they learned of GimLand™, Zythron smiled, and prepared his troops for invasion.
The war was horrible. Poisonous gases infiltrated the air, while shadows blinded anything in it’s path. Cyprus panicked as he breathed his last breath, and soon enough, his downfall followed. Zythorn was too powerful, and as he took over yet another kingdom, Cyro’s curse was nothing but true.
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