[Fin] Fuck it, here's another Destroy the Godmodder thread

[a-boy-playing-with-rubiks]

"Easy."

Armed with ten hundreds of new blades, Playing takes a silver one.

"Sword's sharpened, handle is not bent."

He then throws it, blade's wooden handle closer to the heavens.

Playing scoots back, contemplating if blade will injure the godmodder.

A new red item catches the boy's focus. He grabs it and he cloaks it.