That update kinda wrecks the game imo...
Graveyards would superspam with the volcano and it destroys the progress made by players so far.
Also I thought Xdude was poisoned?
Also what army? Didn't you use the update to kill everthing?
Anyway.. ahem..
*The Lava flow from the volcano decimated the undead army as we watched in safety from above. Xdude, drawing his power from the extreme force of the explosion regained his health and more. He smiles a smile that I would have thought cold, were it not for the blue hot intensity of each word he spoke. "We should strike now while his skeletons are buried beneath the crust of lava!" He blazed, "Arise my Continent! Arise my GOLEM!" With that he flashed down into the crater. The lava flow began to act strangely. It began to flow uphill.. Then it began to flow.. into the air.. It was then that I saw the kilometer long flow had fingers.. and was rising. With only one creature we knew wardead wouldn't stand a chance against Xdudes burning hulk, let alone against our combined might. FF nodded and manipulated his center of gravity lower, to his knees, lower to the balls of his feet and then lower still; going beyond his body and down into the earth. I saw Hobnob cover his ears and did the same. With a soft sigh FF released the forces holding him steady and sped toward the earth, a single beat of compressed air heralding his arrival. This time I anticipated the gravitational imbalance and corrected my flight accordingly. Summoning my eagles eye I circled towards the crater left by FF, watching for wardead. Hobnob did the same, morning glory bright in hand. We waited for Wardead or Killsda to be foolish enough to show themselves..*
Description of avatar:
Tall and sinewy, not muscular but with a toned strength. Gaunt features with slightly sunken eyes, but incredible eyesight. I move strangely on the earth as if not controlling my balance by natural means. Sways back and forth, tossed by the wind but kept in a state of constant balance by it. Long arms with long fingers. My fingers are constantly flittering, changing wind currents around me. I wear no armour, nor cloaks that sell the position of my wind to my enemies. Short trimmed hair. Fingerless leather gloves are worn on both my hands. I have a bad sense of humour. With a bow I am unbeatable. I can aim a shot to wipe a tear from your face at 500 metres. Manipulating the wind around my arrows I can accelerate them, stop them mid-flight and even send them on curving paths, hitting a target at any angle. No one has the strength to draw my bow back to its fullest curve. It takes more than strength. It takes affinity with the bow itself.
