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I have over a thousand edits since the server outage and still don't have a user page. Huh.
I find improving pages as a form of stress relief. Is that weird? Probably. I dunno.
Also I became a wiki mod at some point, cool. Feel free to ping me if you need something accepted.
Me after being wiki mod for a year
I became wiki mod on August 31st, 2023 and promoted to wiki admin alongside Midas on June 23rd, 2024 so we could get more done.
Subpages
Everything below this was put here by others as vandalism.
Me after being #hall_of_memes guardian for a month (Midas wrote this)
I became in charge of #hall_of_memes on October 8th, 2024 after Midas Magnezone voluntarily and heroically stepped down. However, our savior Goldstorm took the bold decision to take over posting rights in the channel by disabling my permissions to post in the channel and knocking down my position in the server on November 18th, 2024. At least I won't be pinged 50 times a day anymore to repost unfunny memes.
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Sagiri was here!!1!
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A boat is sometimes a necessary element of an employee's backyard. He invests a lot, but he needs a lot of arrows. I hate the market, the market needs the players and the price is low. Diseases as he likes. It is also necessary to adorn the smile, so that the members of the mauris. Suspendisse trisque fringilla nibh, eleifende felis put and To put the element of the story of the life of Feugia. But the tincidunt of pure life is not a result. There is no such pain. Vivamus faucibus, neither from the eleifend casino, from nor the element of propaganda, that was to adorn the great free football. Not even a weekend run or a yard run, and the cartoons are timed by CNN.
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Talk to the pregnant woman, and don't be afraid of the hairstyle. Maecenas and Sam at just the door receives or needs pain. The entire football team becomes a life-threatening organization. The production process is flattering. The vestibule urn wise, put as mi as, the quiver hendrerit elit. Just as always. I don't like the basketball arc, but it's a good cartoon. For there are no easy ones. Aeneas and the cat flatters, comfort pain from, pulvinar lorem. Maurice Varius from a mass of mourning. Who is pregnant with pregnancy? Aeneas did not set free land, or sometimes time to do homework.
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Fanfiction by Midas (I guess kings write fanfiction in their spare time)
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| Race | Unknown, possibly a Fierce Demon |
| Home Land | unknown |
| Date of death | hasn't happened yet |
| Height | 8'7" |
| Hair Color | Dark Grey |
| Eye Color | Blood red |
| Gender | Male |
| Weapon of choice | Helix of Darkness |
| Birth | unknown |
| Skin Color | Black |
| Protection | His own power, his black tunic, flexible, leathery armor, his indestructible Sword. |
Darkius is a Demon from the Story, The Legend of Zelda: Darkius. He is a demonic, powerful creature resembling the Fierce Deity. He cannot be defeated by Link alone, whether he has the strongest blade ever or not. Due to a prophecy explaining Darkius would be defeated by Link, he became the very one that murdered Link's parents at Lake Hylia and the Lost Woods, and was sealed away in a tree, which allowed Link to be saved by Navi and adopted by the Kokiri. Sometime after the events of the story Legend of Zelda: Xentore, He shattered the seal and leaped out of the tree he was imprisoned in. As soon as he escaped, he continued his hunt for the Hero of Time. At the end of Darkius, he assumes multiple forms before taking his true/normal form. After a sword fight, Darkius is defeated by the heroes when they blow him off his own tower when they unleash their true strength. He returns later in The Legend of Zelda:Shadius, where he is revived by his brother, Shadius, and is used as a pawn for his master plan. Darkius lets Shadius use his army and castle, but in the end, discovers the truth, and kills Shadius. Darkius tells Link and his friends why he was trying to kill him. Immediately after explaining, Darkius attacked Link and his friends, still hoping to prevent the prophecy. Despite being defeated again, Darkius survived this time, and later appeared in The Fire God, where he became an unexpected ally. Darkius was presumed to be destroyed when he destroyed the castle of Flamius, a supporting antagonist. His fate currently remains unknown.
Legend of Zelda:Darkius|Legend of Zelda: Darkius
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| Link · Navi · Darkius · Skull Kid · Tatl · Tael · Zelda · Malon |
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| The Seven Sages |
Legend of Zelda:Shadius|Legend of Zelda: Shadius
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| Link · Navi · Darkius · Shadius · Skull Kid · Tatl · Tael · Zelda · Malon |
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| The Seven Sages |
Template:MMDWR
when I made this template, I had put a bunch of assets from MM1 and MM2 here that were also featured in dwr, with the logic of "these are all the assets featured in this game", but a member of the wiki strike team removed them all with the logic of "these did not debut in this game.". I kind of get removing them from the powered up page since that's a remake with a lot of original assets, but outside of V, the GB games wouldn't really have a whole lot listed on these without the things taken from the nes games.
also to add to it, I feel like organizing "things debuted in this" was also organized by the asset categories, and I'm not sure about both being the same, since those already sort by debut game afaik but hey, I'm just one guy here, so I figure instead of trying to fight for what I'd personally want, I'd make a talk page so other people could throw some thoughts to the wall.
Whispers in the Shadows
In the realm of DarkiusMC, where shadows stretch and secrets linger, the night carries whispers of untold power. Players traverse the haunted landscapes, their hearts racing as they uncover the remnants of ancient lore and dark magic.
Beneath the gnarled branches of the twisted forest, players forge alliances and betrayals alike, each choice echoing through the darkened halls of forgotten castles. The air is thick with tension, the kind that promises adventure—or doom.
As the moon rises high, casting eerie silver light upon the ground, the inhabitants of this realm become one with the night. With every step, they delve deeper into the abyss, where nightmares take form and legends are born. Will you embrace the darkness or become lost within it?
Join the journey, where every shadow holds a story, and every whisper beckons you closer to the truth hidden in the depths of DarkiusMC.
The Shadow of the End
In the realm of Eldrith, a world teetering between the light of the sun and the shadows of the night, there lived a lone wanderer known as DarkiusMC. His name whispered through the lands, a legend feared and respected by those who knew of him. A master of the shadows, Darkius was neither hero nor villain—he was simply a force of nature, a being shaped by his world’s trials.
Eldrith was a realm of balance, where the world’s peace was held in check by the Core of Light, a powerful artifact that radiated warmth and protection. However, a corrupt force, the Endbringers, sought to consume it, shrouding the world in an eternal twilight. The people had long believed that only the Chosen could protect the Core from such darkness—but DarkiusMC was no hero of prophecy. Instead, he was a rogue, a person from the shadows who sought something different.
Born from a rare bloodline that held the essence of both light and shadow, Darkius was a boy who had lost everything to the Endbringers. His village, once a place of peace, had been ravaged, and his family taken by the abyssal forces. Left alone in a broken world, Darkius wandered, training in the ancient arts of shadow magic, learning to bend the darkness around him.
One fateful day, while exploring the ruins of an old temple, he discovered a cryptic tome—The Codex of the Forgotten. The book spoke of an ancient power, one that could defeat the Endbringers, but at a cost: the Abyssal Forge, a hidden forge that could craft the Shadow Blade, an ancient weapon capable of cutting through both light and shadow. However, this weapon would forever tether the wielder to the balance of light and darkness. Whoever wielded the Shadow Blade would become both a protector and a prisoner of the realm.
Darkius, torn between his desire for revenge and his need to end the war between light and dark, decided to forge the Shadow Blade. But the path was perilous. To reach the Abyssal Forge, he had to journey through the Lands of the Forgotten, places where even the bravest adventurers dared not tread. Along the way, Darkius faced challenges that tested his will. He battled the creatures of the deep, conquered his own inner darkness, and encountered the Guardian of Twilight, an ancient entity who had once been a hero but was now a prisoner to the Forge’s curse.
The Guardian warned Darkius that forging the Shadow Blade would not only grant him the power to stop the Endbringers, but it would also chain his soul to the cycle of endless conflict. With each victory, Darkius would become more entwined with the shadows, losing more of himself.
Still, driven by the pain of his past and the desire to protect those who had survived, Darkius pressed on. When he finally reached the Abyssal Forge, the weapon was forged in a flash of dark energy. The blade pulsed with both light and shadow, a mirror of Darkius’s own soul.
As he wielded the weapon, he felt the weight of its power and the burden it placed on him. With the Shadow Blade, DarkiusMC stormed the Citadel of the Endbringers, facing off against their dark king. The battle raged for hours, the clash of light and shadow shaking the very foundations of the citadel. At last, Darkius struck the final blow, banishing the Endbringers from the world, but the cost was great.
In that moment of victory, Darkius felt his body begin to fade, his connection to the world slipping away. The curse of the Shadow Blade was not one to be ignored. Yet, instead of falling into the abyss, Darkius used the last of his strength to seal the darkness within himself, becoming the eternal guardian of Eldrith’s balance.
Now, DarkiusMC roams the world as both a shadow and a protector, neither living nor truly dead. His presence is felt by all—he is the silent watcher, the one who ensures the balance between light and dark remains intact. Some say he still seeks redemption, while others believe he is simply the world’s eternal warden, bound to the shadows forever.
The Fallen Watcher
In a world split by light and darkness, where heroes rise only to fall, DarkiusMC was never meant to be the hero. No, he was something far more complicated. Born in the crumbling remnants of the once-glorious Sundered Kingdom, Darkius had always lived on the edge. He wasn’t a noble knight, or a chosen savior—he was the one who watched when others fought, the one who learned from their mistakes, and most importantly, the one who survived.
Darkius’s world wasn’t kind. The Kingdom had fallen into chaos after the Shattering, a cataclysmic event that split the world in two. Those who still lived in the wreckage either clung to the remnants of old power or had given in to the darkness that spread through the land. The Endbringers, beings born from the deepest shadows, had taken over, and the people were powerless against them.
Darkius never cared about saving kingdoms or wielding the power of ancient artifacts. He cared about survival. As a child, he watched his family get torn apart by the forces of darkness. They were simple farmers, struggling to hold on, but even that was ripped away when the shadows came. His father died in battle, his mother in the plague that followed, and Darkius, barely old enough to hold a sword, was left to fend for himself.
Years passed. Darkius found himself in the Fanglands, a twisted wasteland full of outlaws, raiders, and the broken remnants of old cities. Here, he learned how to survive—no honor, no grand purpose, just the cold reality of scraping by. He became known as “DarkiusMC” in the underground circles, a name whispered in fear and respect. He was the one who could move through shadows, who could disappear when enemies approached, and, when the time came, strike without warning.
But even the shadows had their price.
One night, after a particularly brutal raid on a band of Endbringers, Darkius discovered something that changed everything: a broken blade buried in the ruins of an old temple. The weapon was unlike any he’d seen—a shadowblade, forged from the very darkness that consumed the world. Rumor had it that whoever reforged the blade would gain the power to end the Endbringers for good, but at the cost of their soul.
For the first time in years, Darkius was faced with a choice. He could continue his solitary life, living in the cracks of the world, or he could risk everything, reforging the blade and potentially stopping the endless war.
There was no easy answer. But then, something inside him snapped. He’d lost everyone he ever cared about—what was one more gamble? He knew what he was capable of, and this was a chance to finally do something that mattered.
The path to reforging the shadowblade wasn’t easy. Darkius had to trek across the Ruins of Eldritch, face down the twisted Wraith Kings, and navigate the dead cities where even the bravest of men had gone mad. With each step, the darkness crept further into his mind, testing his will. His thoughts began to turn darker, his actions colder. But he kept pushing forward.
When he reached the Forge of Night, a place said to be where the old gods of shadow were born, Darkius reforged the blade. The power that surged through him was overwhelming, but it didn’t make him a hero. No, it twisted him into something else. A weapon forged from pure darkness, with the power to strike down entire armies, but with a cost: for every life he took, a piece of his humanity slipped further away.
When Darkius faced the Endbringers, it wasn’t just a battle—it was a slaughter. The darkness he wielded burned through their forces, cutting down their twisted legions like paper. But with every strike, Darkius felt his soul tear away. He was no longer the boy who had survived the fall of his kingdom—he was a being of pure vengeance, living only for the next fight.
As he stood over the fallen leader of the Endbringers, Darkius knew he had won. The world was finally safe—at least for now. But he wasn’t free. The shadowblade had claimed him. His soul was bound to the darkness, and he knew, deep down, that he would never escape its pull.
Now, DarkiusMC roams the wastelands, no longer a man but a living ghost—a fallen watcher who ensures that the balance between light and dark never tips too far. Some say he’s waiting for redemption, while others whisper that he’s simply waiting for his final fall into oblivion.
But Darkius doesn’t care about their stories. He knows the truth: The world doesn't need heroes. It just needs someone to keep the shadows in check.
And that someone… is him.