The force of the blast pushed us back as we watched the Steeveeys get enveloped in toxic waste. Their fire burned out, and their metal bodies corroded into ash. "Let's avoid the nukes," said Liam.

We jumped over the ash to the bomb's explosion point. There was puddles of toxic waste sitting all around us. We hopped over to a rocky stairway and climbed out of the c-

avern to go fight once more. Suddenly, a great boom erupted from around us. Inside our heads we heard a vision that said "This is the last straw. We have your little Firebreaker man in our hostage. And lastly, if you do not get to Firebreaker in time, we must see each other in person. On the moon."

Suddenly, a scream erupted from the vision. We fell slowly to the ground...

"Firebreaker is dying," said Liam. "And the Firethrowers are showing us where he is dying and daring us to get to them in time!" We jumped on a ship just as a massive bang blasted us hundreds of feet into the sky.

"Now, to slow you down, we will destroy the world. HAW! HAW! HAW!"

"Oh, no," said Liam.

As C-4s, nukes, and landmines scattered across the ground and exploded, we ran in a mad dash to get to a ship. We grabbed onto a ship that was already in the air. When we were up in the exosphere, the ship shook and we fell miles into a pit of nukes.

We woke up in two beds in a run-down shack. We watched as the world exploded outside. We grabbed our swords and ran out of the shack. "Hey, come back here," said a man. We turned around and saw a man with a wooden hand and two sons sitting on a rocking chair. "You left me for dead in the Cold City. The rocket shut on me, so I had to grab my own. I forged this hand out of wood from my ship's steering wheel."

"K-k-k-k-ing Diamond-iamond-mond-mond-man V-v-v?" asked Liam. "Yes," said the man. man. "And my sons are twenty-one and eighteen. We saw you, bruised and battered in a pit of nukes. We got you out before the big ones exploded."

Suddenly, the two sons grabbed us and pulled us out of the shack. The sons took out some tools, and put us to sleep on two beds.

"I made you Immortagilitality. That is a special drink that can make you immortal and powerful. Seeing as how you two still go on adventures at the ages of 104 and 105, we thought it would be the right time. Here." He whispered a word onto the shack. "2912700." "What?" I asked. "That," said the two sons, "was 2912700, the soulsucker-spawning code."

Suddenly, dozens of soulsuckers were floating through the sky. We eviscerated all of them, pushing them onto a bomb and watching the robes and body parts explode into an explosion of smelly liquid...

"Let's get King Diamondman V," said Liam and one of the sons. We peered inside the house. King Diamondman was laying flat on the floor, and Firethrower Who-knows-what-

number was sitting in the rocking chair with a fiery sword latched to his belt.

We clashed our swords together and battled. The sons fell onto the side of the shack as our swords clanged against the fragile shack. The shack broke in half down the middle and started tearing apart. Firethrower's half started flying away from ours when he frontflipped into our half.

We took our swords and threw them at Firethrower midair, but he dodged them all, hopped right onto our half, and teleported away with two claps of his fiery hands.

There was an earthquake, and King Diamondman V had fallen into the cavern. We watched as his limp body fell miles into the core of the earth.