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La historia de las mentas poderosas de batallaz

Todo empezó hace 4000 años cuando la torre-menta se creó en medio del océano y junto con ella se crearon unas plantas las cuales fueron nombradas por los nativos como pow-menths o traducido del latín mentas poderosas. Muchos años depues estas plantas fueron encontradas por un avaricioso creador de concursos (no se como se les llama a esas personas) y quiso organizar un ENORME concurso para ver quien se las iba a llevar, pero no todas de una sola vez sino que por temporadas ya que, al ser muy fuertes no podía darles a toda la gente un beneficio tan grande asi que sí, las repartió por poquitos. Pero una vez llego alguien llamado Dave que ganó todas las temporadas. El organizador de las temporadas usó todo lo que tenía en sus manos osea su última menta: la ARMA-MENTA, esta era una de las mejores mentas la cual lanza 9 projectiles muy  muy muy pesados. Su propósito no era ganarle a Dave, sino ERRADICARLO matarlo para que Dave ya no le quitara sus ingresos. Cuando nadie miraba el organizador plantó la Arma-menta todos los proyectiles acertaron en el objetivo y.... no paso nada Dave estaba bien era sorprendente, Dave habia hecho "rebotar" todo el daño eso no era posible pero depronto... uno de los proyectiles cayó sobre el organizador de eventos (ya recordé como se les dice.) matándolo así al instante, acabando con su avaricia y su torneo sucio. 



proximamente la historia de las plantas de temporadas. 

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