Derpdor was a warrior who harnessed the power of his big sword. This sword was used to slay many foes who stood before Derpdor. He has ridden across the land of Arrekia, looking for evil to be slain.
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Derpdor was riding towards his house in Soria City, a city located on the left side of the Mali Mountains, around Mount Soria. As he saw the great gates of his home city, his heart found hope to give openly. He smiled a smile only smiled by those truely happy.
The men near the gates hailed Derpdor as the hero he was and opened up the gates. Many civilians sallied forth to celebrate Derpdor's homecoming. As they helped Derpdor off his horse and rushed it to his house's stable, they gladly listened to his tales from his previous adventures.
As they approached the house, Derpdor waved goodbye to his fans, and said, in a voice so proud "Good night, all of you good citizens! Hope that no evil ever comes near you while I am here!" They cheered, and off he went to his slumber.
He awoke in the middle of the night to a startling discovery. There were screams from the outside of his house, and there were sounds of metal clanging. Derpdor grabbed his sword, and headed downstairs. As he approached the door, he took out his sword.
He didn't have to open his door. A body, with an Experimental on it, flung through his door. Derpdor saw the guts being ripped out of the poor pedestrian. Just as quickly as it burst through the door, the horrid abomination turned it's head to look at Derpdor.
Derpdor charged at the beast, saying "DEEEEEEEEERRRRRRP!" as he ran. He slashed his sword, and the beast was in two. Derpdor rushed outside and beheld the terrorizing force that stood atop the gate. It stood there, before Soria City, with the king in it's arms.
"Ah, Derpdor. I was expecting you to be here. Lovely sight, is this not?" The eyeless beast said in a somewhat suave voice. This gut retching horror stood more than 2 meters over Derpdor, an already tall individual. "I guess I won't need to question this weak minded fool." He held up his skeletal hand, pointing out one finger, and sliced the king's neck in one swipe. He threw the corpse onto the street, as if it were just anybody.
Derpdor didn't like this. He prepared himself for the battle of his lifetime, when this gargantuan monster was attacked by what appeared to be a lizardman with a decently big sword. Not as big as Derpdor, but still big. The two duked it out while Derpdor started to take the route up there.
An Experimental threw himself at Derpdor, only to be kicked in the skull, causing it's brain to be cut into bits. Derpdor wiped the corpse off his boot as he started slashing at another. The Experimentals kept attacking Derpdor, but he kept swinging and kicking. When he cleared the street, he moved to the guard tower at the end of the street. From there, he can move along the wall.

Arrek was fighting Imperfect valiantly, but to almost no avail. No matter how hard he tried, Imperfect would always dodge or parry. "Why. Won't. You. Die!" Each word was emphasized by a swing.
"Silly Arrek, you know without your allies, you cannot defeat me! Face it. You've lost."
"No!" Arrek kept swinging more angrily. All of a sudden, Imperfect grabs the sword and pulls it out of Arrek's grasp.
"You won't be needing this." He broke the sword in two. To see his life long sword which he has had for over 400 years broken like that was heartbreaking. Arrek grabbed out his daggers and, through furious tears, started slashing and stabbing at Imperfect. He caused some minor damage, as daggers were faster.
However, Imperfect grabbed Arrek's arm when he had enough fun. He threw Arrek across the wall, sending Arrek's daggers flying. "You see Arrek. I am the better one. You are. Nothing."
In the distance, a very distant "Derp derp derp derp!" was heard. Imperfect poked his head up from the bleeding and beaten foe.
"What was that noise? It was just so absurdly stu-" Imperfect was cut off by a big sword through his external rib cage. "Well that... Isn't very... Nice..." Imperfect fell off the sword and onto the ground with a thud.
"I am Derpdor! Master of besting evils! Archon of the light! Nightmare of nightmares! And I will not have you torment my people any longe-" Derpdor's rant was cut off by him tripping. "What the?"
Imperfect's external, eyeless skull looked Derpdor in the eyes. "You shouldn't have done that."

The last thing Derpdor remembered was his last breath as his limbs were used to beat him to death.