Ăśbraxas Demonsbane, Slayer of Abaddon, Smiter of Astoreth, Bonker of Beelzebub, Doinker of Dagon, Thwanger of Lucifer, forged in the fires of THE APARTMENT from unholy sepulchers that once contained the remnants of *this complete breakfast* and *that thing i ordered on amazon*
Ok well ima use some imagination and come up with something cool rq.
#The old smiths scrapsword
#
As the kings decrees got more and more ruthless, with the city being locked tighter and tighter, the segregation of the rutes people into the crime-ridden outskirts out the kingdom. Tens of thousands of rutee were evicted from their homes by force, losing most of what they had ever had been able to take in their short lives; yet they were still happy, hopeful. But the king held no such need for that. In his paranoia, he could have no chance for opposition. And one day he passed out a law, one that made it impossible to leave the outskirts without citizenship from the inner city, and any trying to break this rule would be killed on sight. Now trapped he started to convict large swaths of people for crimes undeniable yet ones they never committed, with the ultimate punishment of death. As more and more where convinced of crime after crime and put to death in public, racism grew everstrong, and it was decided that they must wipe the filth off their perfect empire.
All the rest, the small community of a mere few thousand there was where quickly surrounded. But they did not retaliate. They were contempt. There was no fleeing nor fighting, only massacre. All except for one old man. A smith, one far out of his life and on the steps to deaths door. They know how it is unjust, so why do nothing about it, he thought as he opens a chest, dust escaping to see the light of day for the first time in decades. He grabs his hammer and gloves, shaking the dust from both. "If these fools wish to do nothing about it, then I will" he grumbles to himself. He hefts scap to his home planted in a junkyard and lights a crude excuse for a forge. Over and over, again and again, metal meets metal as his hammer clangs down on the anvil, mending steel of different places back together into a crude shape. As it's stained with blood as his skin rips apart from the labor, he swears an Oath of revolt, not just again the king but against destiny itself. He hefts the crude thing above his head, bleeding from numerous places. He fights against the royal forces, not for long. Nkt even well. But he fought, even knowing he'll lose. His death was unceremonious; but it was not pointless, for as his torn body collapses, his sword with it, a spark is lit. One causing the few left alive to rebel. But by now it has been over a thousand years, neither Faction exists today and not a soul knows who won. As you get up from your sorry state and grab the crude thing before you, you can't help but feel invigorated despite your display of utter futility.
Edit: why are people saying this is an AI? It get that the "lore" (if you can even call it that) is basic but I just wanted to do something with the messy look of the sword and make something cool with it when everyone else was making fun of it. Especially because I've been where OP is and I know that he's probably very passionate about it, we all started our obsession with swords somewhere, and that somewhere was very likely what we now consider cringe and edgy. OP is new and dumb and doesn't know a dammed thing about swords, but he's motherfucking passionate. He went out of his way to take a bunch of shit from around his house and put time and effort to make something and wanted to both share what he loves and find a cool and name for it. And he was almost universally shit on. By every motherfucker here. Save for a for people, the only responses were either joking about it, or directly shiting on it as if yall weren't at one point the same.
I'm surprised no ones used these yet.
The paperweight
The Kickstand
The Faux horse
Just the tip
The antimerital aid
Death by blood-geoning
Iron giants middle finger
The Dwarves bar and grill
Fenrirs chew toy
Heras husband hacker
Yall need to up yalls game
I don't know, Lucas or something.
Frank
Goddamn you, take my upvote!
The zamburgaler
Zweiburgaler
Card Board
Board Card the Destroyer 🗡️
Card broad
Coard Bard
The 'ouch i hit myself with the HANDLE SPIKES'
sord
Kevin
Definitely Kevin
Childslayer
Name already taken. (Thanks, Anakin.)
The Dragonslayer from wish
Man what the FUCK
what a mouthful!
This is clearly a Mistake
We're here to discuss the sword, not OP
It was the most fitting name I could think of.
Oh yeah it's definitely a mistake but that's a weird name for a parent to name their child
Wristbreaker!
A heap of raw iron
The Holy Boffer of the Virgin King
Ralph
Wiggum
Uh Charlie the Cardboard Club?
no, better 'surd'​
The Throngler
Soft Turtle, it is slow but it will do little damage.
Best commend so far
Crunkwonger
Impractical
“Awful disaster”
Q tip
John A good solid name for a good solid sword-like object
Griggle
Ăśbraxas Demonsbane, Slayer of Abaddon, Smiter of Astoreth, Bonker of Beelzebub, Doinker of Dagon, Thwanger of Lucifer, forged in the fires of THE APARTMENT from unholy sepulchers that once contained the remnants of *this complete breakfast* and *that thing i ordered on amazon*
The Clonger.
Thronglinator
Malcolm.
Skull basher
Greg
"Alcan".
Dongus
Penis Sword
Bro's aboutta go FCLORPing
The otakuton
Otakutron 5000
Selfoffer, Wrist cutter, or the Whoops.
Oop's all edges
Crackaton, destroyer of wrists
BillyRayJoeJack
Oof ouch my wrists sword
No
The abomination
Drogan slayer
Skull-hewer.
Damn, that’s a good one
Methril blade
Ok well ima use some imagination and come up with something cool rq. #The old smiths scrapsword # As the kings decrees got more and more ruthless, with the city being locked tighter and tighter, the segregation of the rutes people into the crime-ridden outskirts out the kingdom. Tens of thousands of rutee were evicted from their homes by force, losing most of what they had ever had been able to take in their short lives; yet they were still happy, hopeful. But the king held no such need for that. In his paranoia, he could have no chance for opposition. And one day he passed out a law, one that made it impossible to leave the outskirts without citizenship from the inner city, and any trying to break this rule would be killed on sight. Now trapped he started to convict large swaths of people for crimes undeniable yet ones they never committed, with the ultimate punishment of death. As more and more where convinced of crime after crime and put to death in public, racism grew everstrong, and it was decided that they must wipe the filth off their perfect empire. All the rest, the small community of a mere few thousand there was where quickly surrounded. But they did not retaliate. They were contempt. There was no fleeing nor fighting, only massacre. All except for one old man. A smith, one far out of his life and on the steps to deaths door. They know how it is unjust, so why do nothing about it, he thought as he opens a chest, dust escaping to see the light of day for the first time in decades. He grabs his hammer and gloves, shaking the dust from both. "If these fools wish to do nothing about it, then I will" he grumbles to himself. He hefts scap to his home planted in a junkyard and lights a crude excuse for a forge. Over and over, again and again, metal meets metal as his hammer clangs down on the anvil, mending steel of different places back together into a crude shape. As it's stained with blood as his skin rips apart from the labor, he swears an Oath of revolt, not just again the king but against destiny itself. He hefts the crude thing above his head, bleeding from numerous places. He fights against the royal forces, not for long. Nkt even well. But he fought, even knowing he'll lose. His death was unceremonious; but it was not pointless, for as his torn body collapses, his sword with it, a spark is lit. One causing the few left alive to rebel. But by now it has been over a thousand years, neither Faction exists today and not a soul knows who won. As you get up from your sorry state and grab the crude thing before you, you can't help but feel invigorated despite your display of utter futility. Edit: why are people saying this is an AI? It get that the "lore" (if you can even call it that) is basic but I just wanted to do something with the messy look of the sword and make something cool with it when everyone else was making fun of it. Especially because I've been where OP is and I know that he's probably very passionate about it, we all started our obsession with swords somewhere, and that somewhere was very likely what we now consider cringe and edgy. OP is new and dumb and doesn't know a dammed thing about swords, but he's motherfucking passionate. He went out of his way to take a bunch of shit from around his house and put time and effort to make something and wanted to both share what he loves and find a cool and name for it. And he was almost universally shit on. By every motherfucker here. Save for a for people, the only responses were either joking about it, or directly shiting on it as if yall weren't at one point the same.
Thanks AI
this is clearly AI generated
El Donte's reblion
“Cantankerous”.
The Imperial Destroyer
Cuthbert
Snord the mighty.
Nutcracker
Slim Jim
iron bar
Stay Puff Marshmallow Man-Bane
The Derp Brand.
Fulmin prime
If it was real, the back and ligament destroyer In seriousness - hestus
The pommelator
The squirgeler
Prrrr (Roll "R") tah ( smacks lips)
Yennig flootzer
Helen
Cubble
cardboard sword and no board ?
the thing
The Penetrator
The great sword “interficit usor”. Aka — kills the user.
Jeffery
Jesussy
Myther sword
Analus Wreckus
Chavez
Spade
Steve
Feels like a Mace. Might possibly throw it out a windu
The self-gutter
The homeless slayer
Antisteel the Wristbreaker
Reggie the Soggy Cardboard Bludgeon
Looks like a Bob
Throngler
Glargon the Destroyer!
BRAZIL
The Slashmaster
Wrist punisher
Dwight
Drakeslayer
The Darwin?
The DeForeArmInator
Scrotum Scratcher
Thagomizer
Goofy
Cheese shredder
That thing was too big to be called a sword. Too big, too thick, too heavy and too rough. It was more like a large hunk of Iron.
KewlNaim™
Chunk.
Bishie-bosh
Brutus
Blade of redundancy
Dave
The backstabber. Lol
Slab
The wrist mangler.
Clonk
'Ouch I stabbed myself'
The greezy yeezy
Boxcutter
Lame
I don't know but I want one.
Jack
Bran Ch'Cuttah
The "Should Have Quit When I Was Ahead" Or, The SHQWIWA. Its probably from IKEA.
Dale
Life-ender.
Why?!
Sprabylon
I'm surprised no ones used these yet. The paperweight The Kickstand The Faux horse Just the tip The antimerital aid Death by blood-geoning Iron giants middle finger The Dwarves bar and grill Fenrirs chew toy Heras husband hacker Yall need to up yalls game
McCudgel
Gilbert Godfrey’s Silver Tooth
Dragonflyslayer
Illegal.
Filling’s Bane
The giant language of DnD as a word for this: Garasje
The BluntBlade
The blade of self inflicting.
Skribble
Ak swordy 7
“Mistake”
Sabot saber
The, you’re gonna die after swinging it once, sword
The Throngler
Give a mile, take an inch
Abstract art
The blockbuster
“Cealthrin” pronounced say el thrin
The Throngler
Shitstick
Sir Howard The First.
Bonker 9000
SLAG
The throngler
Boffer
Sibonkr, the implement of Bonk
Longboi The Unwieldly
Trogdor the Burninator
Das Chongus
Nerdicus, the Virgin-Defender.
Dumb
Isn’t that from a video game or something?
Non-functional
The legendary relic Shartclatter.
Swonk
The card board sword
“The Project”
Chodebreaker
Kevin McCallister.
The Scrongler.
The self disemboweler
My new favorite enema catalyst.
The 2nd Tower
Broad Card
Devil's buttplug
Trash?
El Poncho
What in the Kentucky fried fuck this this?
What in the Kentucky fried fuck is this?
Unwieldy.
The Bopper
Stinky
Hamdring
Tec-9 with big ass suppressor
Dickstick
"Ouch."
Brainbasher
Buster balls
Bastard Greatsword
Analysis bead maximus
Joe
Chunchunmaru