One of the great sagas of the Barbarian Chainsaw's onslaught unfolds in the peculiar land of the lost. Every valiant hero challenges themselves by venturing into the dusty, barren wasteland of Planet Death-Oasis. Once an exotic planet teeming with life and vibrant nature, it now stands as a desolate world of rocks, sands, and decaying corpses.
However, the wielder of the chainsaw traverses this treacherous place with a purpose of his own. Perhaps his enemies cast them aside to wither away, or he took a wrong turn and became lost in the vast galaxy. The wielder of the chainsaw appears feeble and close to death. The one who was always triumphant in battle now experiences the struggle as they test their mettle on the planet of the dead.
There was no telling if the legends held any truth. Did this forsaken planet once bask in riches and splendor, only to see its glory fade away over time? Or did the gods themselves pass judgment upon this world, orchestrating an apocalyptic event to reduce it to nothingness? Such mysteries remained unanswered, shrouded in the dusty winds of uncertainty. Sandstorms assail his once robust yet limping body, while the arid seasons drain the fluids from within. The barbarian who could shred demons into pieces and tear apart any creature that stands on his way grappling with feelings of loss and despair. Is this the end of the legendary figure? Has the wielder finally succumbed to the overpowering force of nature?
The Barbarian gazed up at the scorching sun, its unrelenting heat burning his weary frame. It seemed as though the sun itself taunted him with every step he took, its relentless mockery whispering of impending doom. Blargh was convinced that the sun wore an antagonizing grin, adding insult to his dehydrated and parched state.
In an act of defiance, Blargh raised his hand, defiantly flipping his middle finger towards the sun, even as the last traces of liquid drained from his body. Amidst the throes of thirst and the searing heat, a single word escaped his parched lips, echoing across the barren wasteland.
The Barbarian's parched lips curled into a wry grin as he faced the unforgiving sun. "Hey, Sunshine, you call that heat? I've seen campfires that could roast people alive better than you!" he exclaimed, his voice carrying a hint of playful mockery.
As Blargh trudged through the arid wasteland, his stomach let out a comically exaggerated growl. He patted his belly and muttered, "Humph, at least I'll burn away this extra padding and let my abdominal muscles reveal her true potential!" the barbarian continues "Listen up, gut. We may be dying of thirst, but we're holding out for a hero—a cold, refreshing hero named 'Water'!"
With each step, Blargh's stumbling gait became an impromptu dance routine, complete with exaggerated wobbles and clumsy footwork. "Who needs a drink when you've got the moves like Blargh?" he chuckled to himself, the absurdity of his situation not lost on him.
As the distant noise on the horizon grew louder, Blargh's ears perked up with curiosity. "I hope that sound isn't just my stomach singing a symphony of hunger," he mused, his voice dripping with comic relief. "I wouldn't mind a feast, but I draw the line at being devoured by my own digestive system!"
"No Mobbin', no killing, no slaughter, no Nuthin!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mixture of frustration and longing. The Barbarian wasn't dying for lack of sustenance or the void of purpose; he yearned for fresh adversaries to conquer, for cowards to humiliate, and for the thrill of bloodshed and screams of pain to once again course through his veins.
And perhaps, just as he neared the precipice of his endurance, his wish might come true. A peculiar sound reached his ears, carrying across the vast expanse of the endless desert on the distant horizon. It was an odd and strangely familiar noise, capturing his attention amidst the desolation.
Little did Blargh know, the seemingly desolated planet of nothingness held secrets that he had yet to discover.
Who would have imagined that living civilizations existed within the desolate wasteland? However, they were not civilizations of Blargh's kin or the typical terrans with pale skin, arms, and legs adorned with five small nails. Instead, it was the lizardmen who held sway. These reptilian rulers had established a small outpost amidst the unforgiving expanse, their presence evident in the vast holes they had dug into the ground.
The lizardmen, with their terrifying dragon-serpent-like appearance, stood on two feet like humans, but their stature was far more imposing. Their bright, soul-piercing eyes observed the human race as if looking down upon them, considering them as inferior. It was perplexing how these fearsome-looking creatures, clad only in togas to cover their modesty, were more advanced than the common men who had explored the depths of the cosmos. They arrived through an exotic starship, its design marveling even the most civilized of star corps. The lizardmen adorned their men and women with intricate dresses adorned with fangs and flowers, while the men displayed their pride and hierarchical position through the golden chains they wore.
The lingering question that remained for Blargh was whether they sought gold or war in this forsaken land. But enough pondering, for the Barbarian emerged from his hiding spot with righteous fury, activating his screeching chainsaw. In a swift and daring move, he beheaded two startled lizardmen who, caught off guard, had heard his battle cry carried by the wind.
Panic gripped the tribes of lizardmen as they witnessed their brethren vanish from existence in an instant. Horror engulfed them as the barbarian's chainsaw tore through their ranks, dismembering the reptilian creatures as if they were nothing more than sacks of flesh and water. The dying lizardmen cried out, their wails sounding monstrous to the ears of a human observer.
The lizardmen assigned to settle the area quickly abandoned their missions, brandishing their weapons with the intent to defend themselves against the savage man. Some lizards lunged with their spears, aiming for the barbarian's head, while others unleashed a barrage of disruptor fire, set at the highest intensity, in a desperate attempt to obliterate the unstoppable juggernaut before he could claim more lizardmen's lives.
Yet, their efforts proved futile. Though a spear pierced his body, it did little to deter him from swinging his chainsaw, severing the heads, necks, chests, and organs of the spearmen. Limbs, organs, and bones scattered in a gruesome display. One by one, the lizardmen met their sad fate, transforming into fallen soldiers and martyred heroes.
Blargh, covered in the green blood of the lizards, cast a menacing gaze upon the fleeing survivors, his thirst for killing and hunger for massacre unquenched. He stood as a terrifying embodiment of relentless destruction, ready to exact his wrath upon all who dared stand in his way.
Unfortunately, many lizards have already seeks refuge as they all aboard the flight capsule to flee back into the orbiting colony cruise. But Blargh still could get his hands on the remaining lizardmen on the ground who are already too late to onboard the ship as Blargh tear them to shreds.
They are all have strong stature. But they are all disappointing Blargh as they easily intimidated and fled away to the screeching sounds of his weapon.
Blargh The Destroyer. The Barbarian Chainsaw. Have finally satiated his needs on the desolated land where's every living organism died a slow agonizing death. Now the barbarian is ready to embark on his new venture to destroy the colonizing lizardmen.