#Slay the spire seeds easy free

Frobo lets out a fart he’d been saving just for this occasion, a Nega-Sphinkter ripping open the battlefield as he lets it rip, gross brown tendrils lashing about as the blasphemous hole opens. A whistle from OneEye causes a Phantom Tollbooth to materialize, the arm raising ominously to allow all manner of abominations passage into the world. A Blokbot Monolith pierces out of the ground, raised by Colette’s mechanical hands as it assembles itself and spreads onto the ground around it. A Sapling of Surrender sprouts at Pacifass’ behest, white flags flapping proudly in the wind. The four raise their weapons in unison, and four structures emerge from the battlefield. Maybe he’ll dump some Poop ‘n shit into the mix too. He’s just happy to have a hella fresh new posse to chillax out with. Upon a brown, buzzing Puplo horsefly, Frobo the Swaggins boggles vacantly at these shenanigans. The QuantumSurfers and their creations have flouted the rule of law for too long, and now the time has come to bring them all to the proper Authority. Upon his Fun Police stride car, Chief OneEye589 scans the environment for lifeforms.

All is proceeding according to the plan, and only one obstacle stands between them and universal Stability. Upon a primary colored Blokbot steed, QuantumStalker Colette coldly surveys their surroundings. This vile bloodsport is beneath him, but sometimes even Peace needs a little violence to back it up. Upon a fiendish horse of sparkling white, Pacifass looks over the battlescape with an air of condescension. Just as the prophets of old foretold, the shadowed silhouettes of the four figures materialize fully from out of the Nexus, riding forth onto a battlefield of broken shards to revel in their newfound power.

#Slay the spire seeds easy free

Now, the only hope for the remaining free minifigs of the Nehellenium lies in the hands of General Blueguy, and the four surviving QuantumSurfers left following his misguided rampage. Capitalizing upon the weakened Brikverse, the Horsemen intend to swing the pendulum of apokalyptik destruction from the beneficial, renewing cycle of Ragnablok to the other side ending the universe not with a bang but a whimper, as everything Ossum is stripped of its uniqueness and infected with the elements of Peace, Stability, Authority, and Poop, leaving the new Brikverse in even worse shape than it began. A critical failure rolled by the hands of the Brikverse’s Chosen One was the straw that broke the multidimensional universe camel’s back, and as a result, the whole world is breaking and the Four Horsemen of the BrikPocalypse are at its center. THE STORY SO FAR: The end of Ragnablok is finally here! The Brikverse, previously brought to a tipping point by the khaos of the Brootalz and other agents of Ragnablok, has finally reached the point of no return.