As per requests by certain individuals, here is the story of the legendary battle between SmoggyPluto, and Rahool the Cryptarch... ---------------------- SmoggyPluto looked up and saw Rahool for what he really was. "I trusted you," he proclaimed, "You were everything we needed. We could’ve stopped Crota, together." "It was your own fault." the Cryptarch said. "You let your feelings get the better of you." And with that, it began. Smoggy pulled his Gjallarhorn from its holster, firing rockets left and right, but none of them hit. Using his powers, Rahool formed a wall of blue engrams in front of him, blocking the shots. "I taught you better than that." he stated to Smoggy before chucking an uncommon at him. Smoggy strode to the left, just barely dodging the engram. But looking down, he saw his arm begin to bleed. The engram had just barely scratched him as his level began to slowly drop. "Is now the time for the student to finally defeat the master?” Rahool asked. “Let’s find out,” Smoggy replied with a smirk. He lifted his weight up and thrust his legs out as he double dropkicked the infamous Cryptarch in the balls. Rahool looked up, and right before Smoggy moved in to punch him in the face, he pulled out an engram, but this one was different. This one was special. Holding it in his hand, the Cryptarch held out a golden-colored engram. It was a chest exotic engram. “Please,” Rahool begged, “Just stop. Take this, it’s yours.” Smoggy eased his way forward, cautious of the Cryptarch’s intentions. Could this be it? Could this be the moment where the conflict would finally end? Where Rahool would atone for his crimes? Where Smoggy would get the Heart of Praxic Fire once and for all? Smoggy picked up the engram. “Would you please?” “It would be my honor,” Rahool replied. But just as the Cryptarch took the engram, unveiling its contents, Smoggy watched as an exotic color of yellow flashed on the screen. It wasn’t Heart of the Praxic Fire. It wasn’t even a Warlock item. It was the Lucky Raspberry. The most common item for a class that Smoggy didn’t even have. “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” Smoggy shouted as he crashed to his knees before the Crpytarch kicked him back to the ground, with Gjallarhorn firing a rocket that whizzed past him and blew the railing off of the Tower’s edge. “Yes, Smoggy. Cry in shame for your loss. You will never find Praxic Fire as long as I am alive.” The Cryptarch said, “But there is an alternative. Join me, Smoggy, and rule by my side.” “I’ll never join you! You killed my father!” Smogy said. “No, Smoggy,” the Cryptarch replied, “I [b]am[/b] your father.” “NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” “Search your heart, you know it to be true. Join me, and we can rule the measly four planets of Destiny as father and son.” “Never!” Smoggy shouted, as he charged the Cryptarch. Just before reaching him, Smoggy smashed a blue engram into the Cryptarch’s face over and over and over before falling back in fatigue. “You son of a bitch…” Rahool proclaimed. Inching his way back in defeat, the Cryptarch glowered in shame. But just after the second step, the Cryptarch stepped on his toga, tripping back over the edge of the Tower. “NOOOOOOOOOOooooooo…..” he shouted as he fell all the way to the ground. “Its over…” Smoggy said. “It’s done” Lifting himself to his feet, Smoggy heaved himself to the Speaker’s office. “Is it done?” Speaker Bill Nye asked, holding out a cigar. “Yes,” Smoggy answered as he took it, lighting the tip. “It is.” ---------------------- [b]Next week on The Adventures of Smoggy:[/b] Truths have been revealed, powers have collided. The Reef lies in destruction with the Queen captured by the evil Xûr and his henchmen (Kermit). Will Smoggy be able to save her in time??? [b]Find out next week, on The Adventures of Smoggy!![/b]