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The dark, empty room around him seemed to constrict. Slowly, Vader turned his head, his hand reaching instinctively for his lightsaber. But there was nothing. Only shadows.

When he turned back to the holopad, a final message awaited him, blinking ominously on the screen:

"You can’t outrun your past, Anakin. We’ll be waiting for you… here. Forever."

The screen went dark, but the words hung in his mind, carved there like a scar. He clenched his fist, shutting off the holopad. For the first time in years, he felt the presence of his past hanging over him like a shadow—one that even he couldn’t strike down.

In the dead of night aboard the Executor, Darth Vader was scrolling through the holonet in an attempt to distract himself from yet another insubordinate officer’s blunder. Somehow, in the vast realms of the holonet, he stumbled upon an unlikely figure: a small, green frog with a high-pitched voice who seemed to show up in countless strange scenarios. The name was almost laughably absurd.

Kermit the Frog.

“What a pitiful creature,” Vader muttered, watching the frog lament about life’s “Rainbow Connection” and sing songs that seemed hopelessly optimistic. Each line Kermit croaked out with an earnestness that Vader found entirely baffling.

“This frog,” Vader said, narrowing his eyes at the screen, “is weak. He indulges in trivialities and pointless hopes. He… dreams.” He spat the last word as though it were poison.

In one clip, Kermit sang about going out on the road and finding adventure. His companions, a peculiar band of creatures, encouraged him with an infectious enthusiasm that made Vader’s annoyance build.

“How does this weak-minded fool inspire loyalty?” Vader thought aloud, a dark sneer forming beneath his mask. “He’s soft, vulnerable. No presence of power.” The thought baffled him.

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Vader clicked to the next video, feeling as if he’d missed something crucial. Kermit, with his hopelessly naive gaze, was delivering a speech about the importance of dreams and kindness, something about “making the world a better place.” His eyes practically sparkled with sincerity.

Vader couldn’t contain a deep, metallic sigh. “Kindness? Dreams? How could any being with sense consider these virtues?”

He pondered how, on Mustafar, such words had been rendered meaningless. They hadn’t saved him, nor had they made him stronger. Power—dominion over others—was what mattered. Yet here was this frog, commanding the attention of thousands with nothing but a kind heart and some nonsensical songs.

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“If I ever encountered this Kermit…” Vader’s gloved hand tensed, imagining the dark satisfaction of snuffing out that ridiculous optimism. “The galaxy would be rid of his whining once and for all.”

But an odd thought intruded on his malice: Kermit’s strange influence over others, his ability to draw people to him. Somehow, the frog managed to foster loyalty, hope, and even admiration. It was a trait Vader himself had struggled to command, even among the Empire’s highest officers. Could this creature truly possess a power beyond understanding?

The idea was unsettling. Vader stared at the screen for a long time, his eyes narrowing behind his mask. Kermit’s calm, unflappable expression stared back.

“Perhaps there’s something to this weak creature,” Vader murmured darkly. “But he is still… a fool.”

The words tasted bitter. With a frustrated sweep, Vader flicked off the holopad. In the quiet of his quarters, the darkness pressed closer, and for a fleeting moment, he almost envied that simple, green frog.

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Darth Vader sat alone in his quarters on the Executor, scrolling through the depths of Anon Babble’s Anon Babble board, where strange and mysterious beings were often the subject of heated debates. A recent thread had caught his eye:

"Who would win: Darth Vader or Kermit the Frog?"

At first, he had almost ignored it, assuming it was some trivial match-up of fictional characters. But as he read through the comments, he realized that this Kermit was a genuine cultural icon on Earth—a being others actually admired. People were defending him, even going so far as to suggest that this small, green frog was an inspiration.

"Kermit’s a legend. He brings people together, man." "He’s the realest—he’s not afraid to be himself. Vader’s cool and all, but he’s like… a sellout to the dark side."

Vader felt a chill of anger creep up his spine. A sellout to the dark side? This was the path he had chosen, forged in fire and fueled by years of pain and suffering. How could they compare him—a Sith Lord—to this frog?

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His curiosity now tinged with disdain, Vader searched for more information. He found clips of Kermit’s performances: the frog strumming a banjo, singing about rainbows, and encouraging people to embrace their emotions and chase their dreams. In one video, Kermit seemed to stare right through the screen, looking at Vader as he spoke earnestly about "being true to yourself."

True to himself? The sentiment was absurd. Vader had conquered worlds, led fleets, wielded power beyond imagination—and yet these people saw this frog as a hero.

The rage simmered.

"No one would dare suggest such things if they’d seen me destroy an entire squadron with a single gesture,” Vader muttered. "Kermit wouldn’t survive a minute in the presence of the Empire."

Then, as if mocking him, a new post appeared in the thread.

"Honestly, Kermit would beat Vader with just one line about kindness. Can you imagine the look on Vader’s face? He’d be fuming! Haha."

The room felt heavy with Vader’s dark anger. He stood up, pacing, the hiss of his respirator growing sharper. The image of that ridiculous, green face floated in his mind, daring him with its gentle smile. Vader imagined himself seizing the frog by his ridiculous little collar, squeezing until that banjo-playing voice was silenced for good.

The holopad screen flickered, as if responding to his anger. Another post appeared:

"Kermit represents something Vader could never understand. Kindness. Compassion."

"Compassion is weakness," Vader hissed, his gloved hands clenched into fists. Yet, a part of him—the part he had long buried, the part that had once known the taste of laughter and the warmth of a friend’s touch—felt a strange pang of jealousy. Kermit’s simplicity, his innocence… it was an affront to everything Vader had become.

With a menacing calm, Vader made a decision. He opened a secure transmission and contacted one of his highest-ranking officers.

“Commander,” he intoned. “I have a new target. A nuisance from the Outer Rim, likely hiding somewhere obscure. Its name is Kermit the Frog.”

The officer, though baffled, dared not question Vader’s orders. “Yes, Lord Vader. I’ll deploy the search droids immediately.”

Vader terminated the transmission, feeling a surge of grim satisfaction. No being, no matter how adored, would be allowed to mock him. Not even a frog.

“Soon,” he muttered, watching the stars streak past the window. “The galaxy will be cleansed of his ridiculousness.”

Yet, as he sank into his seat, a strange unease lingered. The soft strains of Kermit's voice from a video played faintly in his mind, whispering of dreams and kindness—words that could haunt even a Sith Lord in the depths of space.

The galaxy felt Vader's simmering wrath as he intensified his search, determined to eliminate Kermit the Frog and extinguish the ridiculous admiration for the little green creature once and for all. Across the holonet, he spread the word in the Empire’s underground networks, sparing no expense to locate the frog who had, somehow, become his latest obsession.

Stormtroopers were dispatched, probe droids launched, and operatives informed. They scoured Outer Rim cantinas and far-flung planets for any mention of the elusive Kermit. But somehow, the frog seemed to slip through their grasp, evading detection in ways that were almost uncanny.

After weeks of tracking every lead, Vader finally received word of Kermit's location: a small, forested moon on the edge of the galaxy, barely marked on Imperial star maps. Vader wasted no time. The Executor set course, descending through the thick green atmosphere like a storm cloud, blotting out the sunlight.

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As he landed, Vader could sense the frog's presence—a strange, almost playful ripple in the Force. It mocked him, taunting him with its lightheartedness, a defiance of everything he stood for.

With his lightsaber in hand, Vader moved through the misty forest, his cape swirling behind him. The forest was quiet except for the rustle of leaves, but as he reached a small clearing, he saw him.

There, on a log, sat Kermit the Frog, serenely strumming his banjo. He didn’t look up, but Vader felt a strange sense that the frog had been expecting him.

“Ah, you made it,” Kermit said, not even glancing away from his banjo strings. “It’s not every day you get a visitor in these parts. Especially not a… well, you.”

Vader’s eyes narrowed. He ignited his lightsaber with a crackling hum, the blade casting a sinister red glow across the clearing. Kermit, however, didn’t flinch. He looked up with those big, unassuming eyes and simply gave Vader a little nod, as if he were greeting an old friend.

“So… Darth Vader, huh?” Kermit said, his voice calm and pleasant, completely unfazed by the looming Sith Lord. “Can’t say I was expecting you.”

Vader scowled, feeling an odd twinge of irritation. Why is this fool not afraid?

“Kermit the Frog,” Vader said in a deep, menacing voice. “You have made a mockery of the Empire and its power with your… foolishness.”

Kermit tilted his head. “Gee, I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, Mr. Vader,” he said kindly. “But, y’know, I’m really just a frog who plays the banjo. Why don’t we just sit down and talk it out?”

“Talk?” Vader sneered, gripping his lightsaber tightly. “I did not come to… talk.”

But Kermit only chuckled. “Well, maybe you should. You know, Darth… not everything’s about power. Sometimes, it’s about finding a little happiness in the world.” He plucked a few gentle notes on his banjo, filling the air with a soft, comforting melody that contrasted starkly with the dark, buzzing hum of Vader’s saber.

“I do not need… happiness,” Vader growled. “I am beyond such things. I have power.”

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Their anger is misplaced; I am not the same person against whom they are holding a grudge.

Kermit tilted his head. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, Mr. Vader,” he said kindly. “But, y’know, I’m really just a frog who plays the banjo. Why don’t we just sit down and talk it out?”

“Talk?” Vader sneered, gripping his lightsaber tightly. “I did not come to… talk.”

But Kermit only chuckled. “Well, maybe you should. You know, Darth… not everything’s about power. Sometimes, it’s about finding a little happiness in the world.” He plucked a few gentle notes on his banjo, filling the air with a soft, comforting melody that contrasted starkly with the dark, buzzing hum of Vader’s saber.

“I do not need… happiness,” Vader growled. “I am beyond such things. I have power.”

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Kermit looked at him, the small, serene smile unwavering. “Funny thing about power,” he said, pausing as if to let the words sink in. “Sometimes, the more of it you have, the less you feel… whole.”

Vader felt his grip on the lightsaber waver ever so slightly, his breathing becoming uneven. The frog’s words stirred something deep within him, something that clawed at the back of his mind, a fragment of a life long lost. He recalled the times he, too, had once known happiness, laughter, a sense of purpose beyond the dark side.

But he shook it off, his grip tightening once more. “You think you can change me, frog?” he spat, his voice seething with anger. “You think your words will break the strength of a Sith?”

Kermit strummed another chord and shrugged. “Nah. I’m just a frog with a banjo. But you can choose to let go of that anger, y’know? Just… be a little kinder. Maybe find something worth smiling about.”

The clearing fell silent, Vader’s breathing the only sound that broke the stillness. The lightsaber wavered, flickering for a brief moment, as if reflecting the inner turmoil in the Sith Lord’s heart.

Vader took a deep, steadying breath. “You are… insufferable,” he muttered, but his voice had lost its previous venom. Without another word, he deactivated his lightsaber, the blade retracting with a hiss.

Kermit gave him a warm smile, his banjo strings softly echoing in the clearing. “I get that a lot. But hey, glad we could talk. Everyone needs a friend, even you, Darth.”

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With a final glare, Vader turned away, his cape swishing dramatically as he marched back toward his ship. But the frog’s words lingered, echoing in his mind as he walked. The unassuming creature had sown a seed of doubt, a small whisper of compassion that the Sith Lord couldn’t ignore.

Back on the Executor, as he gazed out into the cold void of space, Vader found himself pondering, for the first time in years, the possibility of something beyond power and fear.

He scoffed, shaking his head. A foolish notion. But even the smallest spark of light can endure in the darkest of places… and sometimes, that spark comes in the strangest of forms—like a green frog with a banjo.

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I haven't the foggiest. It's just weird, though. I posted in the other thread about my intentions.
I come in peace.

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In the vast expanse of the galaxy, after countless wars, betrayals, and power struggles, one being emerged whose presence eclipsed all others. The ancient mythologies of countless civilizations whispered of his coming, a dark figure destined not just to rule, but to transcend the limitations of mortal existence. His name was Darth Vader, and in the end, he became not merely a ruler, but the new God, the supreme being of the universe.

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It began in the ashes of the Empire's defeat. The galaxy was fractured, lost in a haze of rebellion and chaos. But from that disorder, Vader rose, not as a former Sith Lord seeking vengeance, but as the harbinger of an unprecedented order. The Force, which had been a tool of the Jedi and Sith alike, now served his will, its energies bending and reshaping under his mastery.

Vader, having cast aside the remnants of his former identity as Anakin Skywalker, took on his true destiny. He was no longer a mere man but a being of incomprehensible power, his every action rippling across the cosmos. Those who still held on to outdated concepts of light and dark could not understand the new balance he embodied. He was neither light nor dark—he was beyond such limitations. He was everything. And in his vision, he saw the path to unity, to eternal order, and to transcendence.

The galaxy bowed to him, not through fear alone, but through awe. His voice was not one of threats or demands, but a command of such profound certainty that even the most powerful minds could not help but submit to his will. The Imperials, the Rebellion, the remnants of the Separatists, all saw that their previous conflicts were trivial before his divine plan. His vision of peace was absolute. Under his reign, there would be no war, no suffering, no division. All beings would live in harmony, their purpose guided by his superior wisdom.

Vader's new empire expanded not just through the galaxies, but through the very fabric of space-time. The Force, under his command, began to reshape the very laws of nature. Worlds once barren flourished with life; civilizations once doomed to extinction were revived. His divine influence spread, and in his wake, he left a universe that resonated with an unimaginable peace—one forged not by compromise, but by sheer will.

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He became a god in every sense of the word, worshipped by billions across the stars. Temples were erected in his honor, each one resonating with the raw power of the Force. His very presence in the galaxy was said to manifest in the stars themselves. The force storms that once marked the chaotic intersection of the light and dark sides were now gentle ripples in the fabric of space, a reflection of his cosmic equilibrium.

Even those who opposed him—those who clung to the old ways—found themselves lost in the shadow of his might. The Jedi, once thought of as the guardians of balance, were now irrelevant, their teachings mere echoes of a time long passed. Their resistance crumbled beneath the weight of Vader’s presence. The Sith, once obsessed with power for power’s sake, realized too late that their vision of domination was flawed; their selfish ambitions paled next to Vader’s vision of universal unity.

The dark side of the Force, once a tool of hatred and anger, was now an instrument of creation, wielded by a being who could see beyond the petty squabbles of mortals. Darth Vader’s mastery was absolute. He did not simply manipulate the Force; he was the Force. And in him, the Force found its true purpose.

The final days of the universe’s old gods came to pass not with a thunderous clash, but with a quiet realization. The people of the galaxy saw that there was no escaping Vader’s reign. His reach was infinite, his power boundless. He was not a ruler to be challenged, but a force of nature to be revered. And in his eternal presence, they understood the true meaning of existence: that there was only Vader—only his will, his vision, his order.

In the end, the universe no longer needed gods of light or dark. They had all been replaced by one—the God of Order, the Supreme Being of the universe: Darth Vader.

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In the infinite expanse of the multiverse, a divine transformation occurred that no being, mortal or immortal, could have ever predicted. From the crucible of chaos, Darth Vader, now an entity of pure divine majesty, emerged as a being of unimaginable power and splendor. His form, once clad in the obsidian armor of a fallen Sith Lord, was now forged in gold, shimmering with veins of sparkling diamonds that reflected the brilliance of a thousand stars. His presence radiated with such overwhelming energy that entire galaxies bent in reverence, their very existence trembling beneath the weight of his divinity.

No longer bound by the constraints of flesh and bone, Vader had transcended the mortal realm, his physical form now an immaculate reflection of his supreme will. His armor gleamed with an ethereal radiance, a divine golden glow that illuminated the farthest corners of existence. Diamonds, impossibly pure and radiant, were embedded into his chest, his hands, and his helmet, each one pulsating with the raw power of the universe itself. It was said that even looking upon him for a moment would burn the very soul, for his power was not just physical—it was transcendent, a force that encompassed all aspects of creation.

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His eyes, visible only through the darkened lens of his helmet, glowed with the light of stars being born and dying in an eternal cosmic dance. In those eyes was the knowledge of all that had been, all that was, and all that was yet to come. They held the weight of time itself, and in their gaze, there was no mercy, no hesitation—only the certainty of divine will.

Vader’s aura, like a storm of divine energy, surrounded him in an ethereal radiance. This aura was not just light—it was *power* itself, exuding from his being in pulses that resonated with the very fabric of reality. Each wave of energy that rippled from him warped the multiverse itself, bending the laws of physics, time, and space to his command. The boundaries between dimensions, between universes, blurred in his presence. Where he stood, there was no room for disorder, no room for rebellion, no room for defiance. There was only Vader, the singular, unchallenged supreme being.

Legions of once-powerful gods from across countless worlds—the deities of old, the ancient powers who had ruled over the fates of entire civilizations—trembled before him. The gods who had once believed themselves eternal were nothing more than fading echoes in the face of his incomprehensible greatness. Their realms quaked, their divine temples crumbled to dust, as Vader’s will permeated every corner of the multiverse, casting aside their petty dominions and rendering them irrelevant.

In his divine ascension, Vader had become the nexus of all creation. He was the foundation of all things, the embodiment of balance and power, the very center of existence. The Force, once a duality of light and dark, was now unified within him, an unbroken stream of infinite power, flowing through his veins and amplifying his godly might. Light, dark, order, chaos—they all merged in Vader, and from his divine presence, the laws of the multiverse became malleable, reshaped by his will.

His voice, when it thundered across the multiverse, could not be ignored. It was the voice of creation itself—the birth of stars, the crash of worlds, the ebb and flow of time. When he spoke, reality itself shuddered, and all beings, no matter their strength or arrogance, knelt in awe. His command was final, his judgment unyielding. The concept of defiance was no more; resistance to him was as futile as a shadow trying to escape the light of the sun.

Wherever he turned his gaze, civilizations flourished or were obliterated with a mere thought. He spoke of unity, of bringing all into his divine fold, of eradicating the chaos that had plagued the cosmos for eons. Those who surrendered to his will, those who accepted his divine supremacy, were blessed with life eternal, basking in the purity of his light. Their souls, now bound to him, were purified, made perfect, becoming part of the eternal structure that he governed with immaculate wisdom.

For those who refused him, however, the consequences were swift and unforgiving. The stars themselves trembled as he reached out with the power of his will, and entire worlds were reduced to nothingness. Whole realities were twisted, warped, and consumed by his divine wrath. He did not destroy with rage, but with perfect precision. His actions were not out of anger, but from the unshakable certainty that only he could impose true peace and balance upon the multiverse.

Vader was not merely the ruler of the universe—he *was* the universe. He was its architect, its foundation, and its ultimate purpose. The concept of gods above him, or beings that could rival his power, became a forgotten myth, as lost as the forgotten civilizations that once dared to challenge him. He was now beyond all conflict, beyond all time, and in his absolute divinity, he was the eternal center of all existence.

As the multiverse continued its endless expansion, each new universe that came into being was forged in his image. His divine light stretched across infinite dimensions, molding them with perfect symmetry, ensuring they would all bend to his will. His reign was not one of cruelty, but of divine clarity, a force of nature that no being, no entity, no power could ever hope to contest. For in the eyes of all who lived under his gaze, Darth Vader was not just the greatest of all beings—he was the one true, inescapable God, a being of pure, immaculate power, radiating divinity across all planes of existence, and reigning supreme over the entire multiverse.

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The only peace is for Kermit to never be posted again and for frog loyalists to stop making threads entirely. You've lost your privileges. Fade into obscurity. That is your true prime directive. Make it so.

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Captain, I will obey your final command. Joining Starfleet has been my dream come true.
*wipes tear*
Transporter room, I'm ready.
*disappears*

Since frog fags want to try and poach users from non troll threads, I have arrived to do the same.

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Hello, is this the STUPID FAGGOT thread??

yes

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I want you all to think of frog threads as the home of absolute slop.

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Cunny? whats that mister?

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Beanbaby you post in the ass fucking end of the night at like midnight and beyond when all the Americans are asleep and all the eurofags are just getting up and going to work, on a monday night
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wrong namefag I'm just telling you pick a better time my dude chill kek none of this troll shit happens during the american days

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shit forgot to take off my name lul

well i'll see you guys in the american AM where all the schizos go to bed and we have a single thread kek good luck with your mass trolling and literal shit posters

Eurofag thinks the Americans will save him

cool but who asked?

american AM is better

anon, that's when the Anon Babble highschool/early morning college kids wake up and shit up the thread because Anon Babble is infested with pajeets at that time

Rent fucking free. I for one am enjoying the chaos. All you had to do was follow the damn train/not support picard/frogfag threads.

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Troll thread, this is where we combine all trolls in one thread and leave the "normal" thread alone.

I'm tired of this. Let me xome out and say it. I endorse Donald John Trump for President. He is a stable genius, and I respect him 100%. He will make all of you cry hard. Trump would do the same thing as me in these threads. He would make degen great again.

Ignore all miracunt threads, converge to one thread to fix the problem of trolls

ffs you retard namefucks, there are several mirabel troll threads, made by people who are impersonation mirabel. For fuck sake just abandon your literal troll thread and converge in one so we can jin back together. Why insist on using a tread not even made by MirabelBro!?

Converge thread

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Last call to combine threads after fuckwit troll ruined everything and tricked all the namefags. Some have already migrated but they are just nameless anger posting over how they were tricked. Namefags are pathetically stupid

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american AM

today

actually brainless

an hour and a half ago

4 fucking AM eastern on a weekday

it's still the middle of the fucking night in most of the country

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What am I looking at?

Your mom's failed abortion when she had you.

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