And now for the ultimate in heartwrenching betrayals rivaling that of the time Horace and Shin agreed on something.
[spoiler=Folgore Rangers Generation I finale: The Betrayal Part I]Mighty Cursin' Power Rangers.......
It was a beautiful day in Serenes Forest. It was a day like any other. The sun was shining. The wind was gently blowing. Camdar was being incompetent. And Zeddmare was sending in his strongest creation yet. He sent in the Jyosua. Nothing could rival its powers of creation and destruction. The Folgores were called from the ends of the universe to try and save the day.
Shin: I don't want to.
Darros: Come on, Shin, we have to save the world. Otherwise Horita will win!
Shin LET'S GO.
With that unusual exchange, Folgores Red and Blue set off.
Meanwhile
Sharpoon: Now let's see. If I make this draft here...
13th: I'll join. And I'll convince PKL and Sam to join as well.
Sharpoon: Let's do it then!
*beep beep beep beep*
Refa-5: *All nasally and staticky* Folgores, Zeddmare has sent the Jyosua. If you don't stop it, Zeddmare will banish the Folgores.
Sharpoon: Come on, 13th. We need to stop him.
13th: I'll drive.
communicator: *beep beep beep*
Timp, Boron, Shin, Banzai, ZM, Peppy, and Sharpoon: OH GOD NO DON'T
Sharpoon: *takes keys from 13th* I'm driving.
In another region of SF...
Boron: Timp, come on. We need to go.
Timp: *reading Jojo*
Banzai: You won't be getting her off any time soon.
When all of the rangers were assembled, the Camdar patrol (yes, Zeddmare tried to clone Camdar so he could combine all their brains to try and make a competent camdar, but failed and ended up with 1 million camdars) attacked in full force.
Shin: We need to fight them!
13th: Well, only one thing to do.
Shin: It's cursin' time!
Once the smoke cleared, the 9 folgores were assembled in full formation, wielding the weapons they had chosen. Shin was wielding a staff, Darros the axe of averageness, Boron the sword of reason, Timp the largest manga book taped to a stick to make a deadly hammer, 13th a book of spells, and then 4 other weapons chosen at random and bickered over for the next 5 minutes. Soon enough the were fighting.
Darros: We must assemble the Folgore cannon! COMBINE THE WEAPONS
13th: We're fighting camdar, I can sneeze and take out 5 of them.
Timp: *sneezes*
the next 10 camdars in the immediate vicinity spontaneously combust into giant explosions, setting off a chain reaction to take out the full Camdar Patrol
13th: I'm impressed.
Jyosua: Well, I see you took out my patrol. But you won't be able to defeat me! I can just recreate myself at will, being the root of the forest.
However, when all seemed to be lost for the rangers, Shojor, in his magnificent coat, came in.
Shojor: Fear not, for I...
*Primsbot teleports in and dropkicks Shojor into the blast of the Folgore Cannon, sending him flying through the sky*
Shin: Whoops.
Jyosua: Well, it seems I'm in a tight spot. But luckily my ally has been here...
Shin: Where? When?
13th: He's been here alright. And I've been here... *13th removes the mask, revealing the twisted face underneath* The whole time.
Shin: WHAT. CURSE YOU 13TH. WHY DID YOU BETRAY US?
13th: I was promised that I could be the one to drive, because apparently Camdar is a worse driver than me.
Darros : That's not possible!
Boron: It is, technically. Camdar is younger than 13th and likely has less experience behind the wheel, so I would expect 13th to be the better driver.
13th: The voice of reason.
Zeddmare teleports into the room at this time.
Zeddmare: Now that you all have been gathered here and surrounded, I thank 13th for luring his old allies into a trap. Now I shall banish you from this forest!
Shin: NO! *uses a barrier staff that backfires because it is really a staff-of-switching-places and switches himself and 13th.*
A flash of orange and purple striped light happens, and the Folgores are sent away from the world of the forest. With this ends the story of the Final battle of the first generation. Shin would toil trying to find the other folgores, so they could try to stop Zeddmare from corrupting the forest.
In time a new generation would be born. And they too would be
MIGHTY CURSIN' FOLGORE RA-AA-NGERS...
FIN
Post-Script
Shojor begins to descend from the heavens after being fired by the Folgore cannon. He lands in a pool, next to a minibar, and with multiple hot chicks surrounding him.
Sho: just look at all this swag Prism*
FIN
*Requested in IP Chat