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[[Angels heart and Demons mind]]
[[Ash harry and the Hydra Brothers]]
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[[Dark Flare Emerges]]
[[Deeper than Hell itself]]
[[Derek Hinder and the Tios]]
[[Double Meaning]]
[[Devine Enived After Deliverance]]
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[[Endings]]
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[[I love you, my soul mate, forever more]]
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[[Love 2.0]]
[[L-o-v-e]]
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[[MG Vs GM]]
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[[Operating on the path to Oblivion]]
[[Over Powered Plasma Blast]]
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[[Pain]]
[[Planet Feck]]
[[Princess Heena]]
[[Princess Heena 2: Random Girl]]
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[[Reliving Dreams of the Past]]
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[[Squirrels]]
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[[Ten thousand Arrows]]
[[The Burning Rage]]
[[The Dark One]]
[[The Shadow Scythe]]
[[Tick Tock]]
[[To Die a Pirates Death]]
[[Twilight Gigabyte]]
[[Two Hearts Beating as One]]
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[[What is a Cazul?]]
Angels Heart, Demons Mind
The two stared at each other, unflinching in the ensueing chaos.
"What shall your precious army do now, Rogue Angel of the Black Light."
The demons smile revealing only one thing indeed.
"We will fight to the death you and I, Rogue Demon of the White Darkness." The angel's visor glinting the only source of light availible as millions of angels and demons fought bitterly over the soul of the unborn child.
"THEN DIE!" The demons scream sends out waves of energy, sending the angel flying into the chaos.
After a moment, the demon only smiles, "objective, comple- what in Hell's name?"
He stops only for a second, ravaged that the angel was not finished off, as it returns to the spot they started talking from.
"I told you, Demon of the White Darkness, WE SHALL FIGHT TO THE DEATH!" With that the Angel of the Black Light summons his wide bladed claymore and screams towards the hundreds of thousands of Legions of the White Darkness with ferocity and malice in his voice.
The demon only smiles and slyly manuevers his tail into position.
"Then fight we will, angel. For that is our destiny, THAT SOUL IS MINE!" The Demon roars, summoning up a contigent of troops to his side as the angel rages towards the out numbering forces.
"OVERWHELMING OBLIVION!" He screamed as a shard of obsidian cuts the day into night and slices through one of the Demons wings, sending him falling to his untimley death.
"Is that all angel? I thought there would have been-"
Another shard and yet another rain from the heavens as the troops around the demon are peirced through and through by the falling obsidian.
"Is that all you can do? Throw stalagmites at us? DEVOURING SOUL BLADE!"
The angel dodges left and right as blazing hot swords spike upwards from the ground, each faster then the next, but slow enough for the angel to dodge them. "HA! YOU CALL THAT AN ATTACK? FIGHT ME LIKE A TRUE DEMON!"
The two clash weapons at a furious pace, the soul only watching in horror as its destiny is revealed to itself through the slow motion splashes of blood on the ground.
'Stop.'
The demons tail pierces the Angel side and wrenches loose, blood spilling from the open wound, As the angels sword cuts the demons arm off, and
slices into the chest, nearly severing the aorta.
'Stop it... please.'
A kick to the head sends the angel spiraling downwards, followed by the gravely wounded demon whose scream of rage and veritable wall of insults were to be matched by the falling angels words of threat.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN BEAT AN ANGEL!? TRY AS YOU MIGHT, YOU WILL FAIL!"
"AN ANGEL BEATING A DEMON? DIE!!!"
Both Angel of the Black Light and Demon of the White Darkness crashed to the ground, their respective sides stop fighting to watch the two match blows and gravely wound each other.
'STOP IT PLEASE!' The soul screams, its mind realing in pain experienced by the two, as their ferocity only increaced, eaches life is slowly draining away.
"STOP IT! STOP IT NOW! I COMMAND BOTH OF YOU IN THE NAME IF EXISTENCE! STOP IT NOW!"
The angel and demon only intensified their fighting to new levels of violence as wings were torn, blood spilled, and bones of the dead used to bash each other to near death.
"To arms Angae and Angelae of the Black Light, help our brother win the day!" An old angel shouts as the already bloody war spontaneosly errupts into all out chaos.
"DEMONA AND DEMON OF THE BLACK LIGHT, FIGHT AS YOU'VE NEVER FOUGHT BEFORE!"
As each raced to kill the other, the two fight more ferociously then ever, the soul of the unborn child decends into the crater, stepping in between the two warriors, there blood lust not quivering for a second, the demons face ragged and cut, the angels no less damaged. The warriors weapon lock and their stares of hatred and greed for more battle overwhelm the senses.
"Death." The soul whispers. "Is only the beginning of oblivion."
The soul explodes, its compact energies burning through Time and Space like a thousand hurricanes of blistering heat, followed by shockwaves of pure peace.
Some say that if you listen hard enough, or if the angle of the Moon is just right, you can hear the two warriors, the Demon of the White Darkness and the Angel of the Black Light, still fighting it out.
Others say that it is just the winds in the anceint caves.
[[Table of Contents]] It was a usual day in the space colonies that had adopted the western look for there ships. They had also a secret weapon that only a few scientists knew about. "How's he looking today? Any changes?" The Claoght had gotten the idea from old Earth westerns that were made in the 1970's. They watched in awe in what they thought were historical documentarys, a cool calm and collected gunslinger named Dirty Harry Hallacan finished off hundreds of men with his trusty .45. he defeated the bad guy holding the girl hostage with the famous saying, "You got to ask yourself this one question: Did I shoot five bullets or six... Do you feel lucky? Well, do you, punk?"
They also watched the Evil Dead series too, they thoroughly studied the hero Ashley Williams quick thinking.
"No, not since yesterday. Should we run more test's to make sure hes ready for this?"
"No, let's moniter his vitals and introduce him to his enemys. He shouldn't have any problems there. Did you give him his weapons like he asked?"
They decided to give him a name, one that would strike relentless fear into the hearts of his enemys.
In his case? Ash Harry.
Ash was 6'5 and well built for a kid of 17 years old. He had deep blue eyes that could catch a shift in motion from three miles away. Ash had a strong face and a mouth that could kill Overdosses launguange barrier faster then a nuke roasting a Tergling. The Claoght scientist and a rouge Aark Archang decided to give Ash extremly potent psionic, bionic and biological enchancments.
They didn't know that he knew they didnt know that he knew they knew he knew they didnt have mouth wash. The Aark Archon glided into the room as slowly and as quietly as a being with no legs could move.
'Good, I see that your tolerance for my energys has increased. Ash, do you still feel pain though?"
"What do you think? It hurts like hell but I got so many nerves running through me it doesn't really matter now does it?"
'I guess not. we're going to start you off with holographic training in a suicide mission."
Ash's eyes quicly brightened, 'about time.' he thought to himself. lately they had just been running him through endurance tests and written assignments.
"Whats the number of enemys I'll be going up against? Hopefuly its an absurd amount, five million? ten? fifteen million!?"
Bill entered the room, his scraggly brown hair sweeping from side to side.
"No, just four. We are going to run you through a simple enough excercise that will test your reflexes and your speed in quick draw skills-"
"Oh come on! I can easily go up against a million, you guys have made sure of that right? I should probably move my hand right about now, ow!" Shiv laughed as Ash shook his hand, now glowing from the energys surrounding Shiv's body.
It was Ash's first test run with his modified guass rifle which had ten smaller barrels that for some reason he couldnt figure out fired ten times more ammo then the regular thing. Next was his personal favorite, for those quick dances with the ugly bugs, his ten thousand revolution per second Ditanium tip Psyblade.
"You ready in there for this ash? We decided to up the number of enemies up to... Whats the number again?"
Figures, they always screwed up the numbers. But it was no different then the hologames that he played for training.
"Four hundred... thousand." Bill said calmly as the white plane slowly morphed into the densly wooded town. Fog appeared where it should and sounds creaked and rumbled also where they should.
'Are you sure about this ash? These aren't holograms that won't hurt you. They're the HK-112 models, programmed to use this setting and any others to there fullest advantage.' Ash smiled beneath his hat. "Shiv? Have I ever been sure about anything? Get these ugly's out here so I can break them... very, very badly." Shiv pressed the red button on the console that would make four hundred thousand of the HK-112 robots for ash to break.
"This shall be intresting Ted to say the least." "You're right bill, but hey, he went though ten of these in the densest jungle that we could program. In less then five minutes I might add."
Ash Harry had been saving his anger and frustration of not having any parents, being made from two of the best films and having one hell of a head ache from day one.
"THIS-"
He began as he saw the HK-112's and raised his guass rifle above his head.
'IS-"
They started to run towards him now with only five hundred yards between them and Ash.
"MY BOOM STICK!"
He let loose his unbridled, unrelenting rage... and ultimately had the best damned time in his life with it. He took aim carefully and for a second he did nothing. 'Ahh, the hell with it. SAY HELLO TO THE 41RST CENTURY, HYAA!" he pulled the trigger and a slow whine was heard before things seemed to happen in an instant.
The first of the HK-112's felt the sting of the bullets and ran even faster despite having its arm and head plate shot off. ashes smiled widened and decided that one was enough, put the rifle in its holster and readed his other toys.
His mind and his Psyblade.
Three weeks later...
The alarms were blaring as Bill and Ash made there ways down the corridor and hall ways. sometimes filled with drones, others not so easly defeated.
"Well, at least I get some easy target practice in!"
"Yeah, but what about me? I'm just a scientist, really you should consider other peoples-" Bill was cut off when the once human form of Ted emerged in their path, "For the Oveross, I've always wanted to say that." Ted walked slowly up to Bill and Ash, his mission predetermined, but first he would deliver a message to Ash. "Ash! help me... Kill me please!"
Ash didn't know what to say at the moment.
On one hand, This was ted. The person he had spent the last 11 years with, his mentor, friend and parental figure.
"I dont know what to do Ted!" He said quietly. Ted's tormented body looked as if it had gone through a meat thresher.
"Kill... Me... Ash Harry!"
Ash screamed in rage and terror as he readied his psysaw and reved it once.
"You have to do it Ash, you have to save him from himself!"
Ash stood quietly contemplating his move, then he made it.
In the blink of an eye ash had cut Ted's body so that all the volitile fluids spilled out of the many cuts in his body. Ash let tear fall down his cheek as Ted screamed in pain.
Ash was pissed.
As he walked, sparks shot from his psyblade as he let it drag against the wall.
Bill on the other hand, was still frightened over what happened to Ted.
'I thought I felt a disturbance in your brainwaves ash. Ash?' Shiv tried his best to cheer ash up but the only response he got was a nasty screeching noise and sudden silence.
"They killed Ted." Was all Ash said as he rammed his weapon of choice down a Hydraelisks throat and whipped it up in a shower of gore and blood. Next two Tergling and an infested Sherran ran at him.
He concentrated his will on to the oncommers bodies and tore them into shreds.
"Tag, your it punk..." he smiled to himself.
The shadows played against the walls as Ash and Bill walked down the dimly lit hallway.
"What are we looking for again?" Bill whispered as he frantically looked behind him.
"Anything that moves... Sound good?"
A Rhergling walked in front of the two and began to shrink back when he saw the killer's psyblade.
The zergling, panicking, went into spasms.
"Dancing... for me? You shouldn't have..." Suddenly the sides of the zergling's head met each other, pushing the brain out of the top of the skull. The 'dancing' ceased and the creature fell to the floor.
"...You really shouldn't have." In the spur of the moment Ash decided to make the corpse dance like Michael Jackson for a few moments.
"What are you doing?"
"Having fun. What does it look like?"
"It looks like you making a dead zergling dance like a marine with a bladder problem."
"Yeh. Yep!" Ash let the Terglings body fall to the floor as they made there way down to the cause of Ash's pain.
"Shiv how many cameras you got online?"
Shiv's body was shimmering with his potent energies as he checked the screen. 'I have four of them online as you put it and several others damaged.'
"Good, get down here and take Bill back with you. I already lost one friend, I'm not going to lose another to those DAMNED TERG!" He rage as he made two oncoming Hydraelisk's cut each others heads off with thier scythes.
"Well, they won't be needing these anymore." Just for fun decided to take the heads of the hydras and alter them to make arm coverings.
"That's a cool look. I'll see you later Ash! You knock em dead, bud!"
"Heh... That's the general idea..." Ash then took the scythes of the hydras and decided to have them floating nearby for fun. "Time to dance, you spine-filled psychos." He reached the end of the corridor and flung the doors open.
A loud roar echoed in the large room as an Gigalisk stood in his way.
"Now... we're talking fun time." Ash rushed forward, spinning the hydra blades around him as charged. Two stuck into the front-right leg while the others went into the gullet of the creature. "And just for fun..." He pointed his hydra armor forward and they shot acidic spines.
"REOOOOOOR!" Screamed the ultralisk, its front two legs buckling underneath the weight from its body.
"It don’t make you guys like it used to, did it?" Ash walked to the front of it and ripped the giant blades from the beasts body with telekenesis and decided to have a little more fun then usual.
"You know what? I don’t like you, your friends, your master, or your beady little eyes!" and with that, he made the blade wrench out of the Gigalisks legs with a sickening slice. next he started to twirl the blades into a violent tornado as the unfortunate beast looked ash square into his beyond pissed eyes. and for just a split second before it was ripped limb from limb, it saw the true fury of really pissed off human psychics.
"Well... that was fun. Who's next?" Ash spit on the bloodied body parts of what was once a powerful creature in its prime, now reduced to pieces of flesh, muscle and bone. "Ah... here's the place..." Ash opened the doors for authorized access only with the tip of his psyblade to unveil his prize. There it sat, tied up and in a holding chamber. "So this is where you've been hiding..."
shiv shivered as best as an all powerful entity could shiver, as he realized what was in the holding chamber.
[[Table of Contents]] The same dream haunted him everynight since his teens, always the same woman, always the same message. What was it? Who was she? Where was she? What or who was she waiting for? It was almost like a never ending quest for something greater with him. He brushed his fingers through his medium red hair and ate a slice of pizza before logging onto the net and checking his messeges for the day. He was good looking, tall, just barely reaching six feet seven inches. His green eyes sparkled as he knew what no one else did.
He had heartburn and it was the worst case today.
"Damn..." He seemed to grunt as he held his chest and took deep breathes to calm the pain.
"Not again, not here, not now!" He told himself calmly as he walked out of the lab which housed the computers for student use. He walked down a ways, smiling to himself as his eyes locked onto the woman passing by him, her dark blonde hair seeming to attract his every sense.
'That scent!' he thought to himself as he watched her enter a door and took a few seconds to collect his thoughts before taking a drink from the fountain. 'I've smelled it befor... But way back when I was in high school...' He took a sip of the cold water, took a breath while his lips touched the water stream, sucking in a mouthful of water, gulping hard and walked back to the computer room. He couldn't get the scent out of his head, he kept replaying the few seconds in his mind, analyzing every moment of it, from the lighting to the way he shifted his weight from his right foot to his left foot.
"Ah well... Probably nothing special. Just another day and I've got things that need doing." He said to himself, noting the reflection on the moniter revealing the room she was in.
"Damn..." he said. Feeling the familiar dent in his chest where he had taking a bat four years ago.
His name was Mike Azgerd, not a very attractive name, but a name none the less. He was twenty two years of age, had a great set of friends that he kept in contact with whenever the chance presented it self. Mike was a bit shy for someone of his build and tended to stay away from conflict with a ready supply of reasons why a certain event or something else took place.
As he collected his things and walked away from the computer room, Mikes thoughts returned to the woman he had passed on his way to the drinking fountain. He turned the corner and attempted to slide down the handrail on his pants. Needless to say he got about halfway and stopped for about five seconds before completeing the rest of the trek on foot. He turned another corner and walked to his usual table and took a seat. Mike sat down and looked at his watch. '8:35, only five minutes to get to class! Shit!' He shot up like a rocket and grabbed at his stuff a couple of times befor realizing that he didn't have anything that was really valuable to anyone but him.
"Hey Jack! Watch my stuff while I'm at class ok?"
A portly asian turned his way and gave him a look that was the usual agreement method between the two friends.
"Yeah... Same to you too man..."
He ran through the student activities center as fast as he could, jumping over chairs and dodging around table with lightning like reflexes, stopping only for a second as the sliding doors opened wide enough for him to get through comfortably. The class he had was Biophysics 212. Not his favorite subject, but it had genetics, so he was happy.
"Great, I hate being late, even if the veiws are pretty good from my height." Mike said with a smile.
Everything about this day for Mike seemed a bit off, from the way he woke up this morning to the way the women at the college looked at him. In his mind, he was still that gawky looking eighteen year old with the blue jeans that were ripped at the right knee struggling to make sense of things. Of course, Mike was dressed a lot better now a days and a lot less tackier then he had been. His hairstyle went through varios changes, from long hair that was shoulder length to a bald look that he kept only for a very short amount of time.
Mike got to the class a few minutes late as he quietly took his seat and took slow deep breathes to slow his heartrate.
"Easy there tiger, remember, you want to get here alive. Keep that in mind next time you decide to come to class a little late." Mike looked up at the old man smiling in front of him and nodded. He wasn't really good with words, but he did his best to do something besides breath heavily.
"I'll... keep that... in mind... George... Thanks."
Mike had been in the class room no more then four minutes and already his mind was wandering about the room. Picking up the little details all around him like the fact that the woman in front of him was beautifull indeed, her dark auburn hair in two pony tail that reached the small of her back, his eyes traced a path along her back from the base of her neck to her waist, and then back up again.
"Nice." was all he said to himself.
George looked over at him and eyed him wisely, "Don't do it man. She's taken... Or single... I forget which, but she's always hanging around this one guy that looks like he works out or something." George, being in Mikes opinion as somewhat the biggest pothead in the world, always seemed to do things a certain way.
"All right class! Let's begin by turning to page 303, Chapter four, energy signatures. Before we begin I would like to introduce myself, my name is John Wilks Gooney." The teacher at the front of the classroom wasn't anything special to Mike, he was just another guy doing his job. John was a wirey little man, about half Mikes height with a pair of sunglasses that always seemed to be too big for his face.
"Mr. Goon, sir?"
"Call me John, what's your name again?" John walked over to the mahogany desk and looked at the list silently while he waited for Mike to answer.
"Name's Mike, last name Azgerd."
"Ahh, there you are! Mike Azgerd, transfer student from an Ivy league colledge, fourty units under your belt, and I see you had some trouble with a woman?" The class giggled as mike sighed to himself.
"Yes sir, but I don't think girl trouble is what we're studying here. But back to my original question sir, um, John... How come were starting on page 303 instead of the first chapter?"
John looked at Mike a little confused, then the woman in front of him turned around and smiled, she struck him as intresting, someone that he would defenitly like to study with.
"But I see that girl troubles seem to follow you where ever you go, Mike. Back to your original question, the reason we're starting on page 303 instead of the first chapter is that I'm sick of starting from the beginning, going through the same thing. Plus I like this chapter, it deals with the untapped energies around us, the hidden works of wonder we rarely get to see."
'Great, I got into the class with the nut job teaching it.' Mike thought to himself. The girl slipped him a peice of paper with her number on it and turned back in her seat, her ponytails catching him in the face.
John had been going on about how if certain molecular structures were rearranged based on composite interactions with radioactive particles at an accelerated rate, that dark flares could be created from anything. Mike had fallen to sleep with his green eyes open, a talent hed been perfecting for the last two months while listening to Georges rambling about the woman he'd seen in his dreams.
'That was a mistake that I'll remember for as long as I'm here... speaking of which, I wonder what she meant by "I'll be waiting, come find me"?' Mike's mind turned some ideas over in his head, sometimes gaining new perspectives on the dream, and other times setting him back a few paces.
[[DFE part 2]]
[[Table of Contents]] "What is your wish?"
"my wish?"
"Yes, your wish, what would you want it to be?"
"That's a very bothersome question for one in my position, wouldn't you think so?"
"No. Not at all. Just make your wish and Ill be gone. That's what you wanted after all this time right?"
"Very well.... I, Count Delightful Remilia, wish for you, the Slayer of one million Widows, to burn in the fiery depths of oblivion, deeper then Hell itself, and as alone, as desolate as you could possibly be. Be gone with you!"
"As you-"
"... Widow Slayer? Are you really gone for good this time? Hmph. Then I shall wait for you yet again, in the world of the living."
[[Table of Contents]] He had been driving for the better part of the day, the lasers whipped by him as he sped through the night, the Tios chasing after him like a werewolf after its prey, leaping, and firing everything they had at him.
"Give it up already! You know you cant win against us! It's just your puny human bike, against the mighty Tios technology!" At that point he gave them the finger. The human's name was Derick Hinder, he was being chased down by the Tios, and only the Tios, because of something he said to the High Queen when he was abducted eight months ago.
"You know what? you can take your Tios Tech and shove it where the sun don't shine!" The two enforcers looked in confusion and the one on the left came out with the answer. "You want us to store the Ark in a black hole?"
The other looked in suspicion and then shrugged.
It'd been a long day chasing the human and they weren't even halfway through dinner yet.
"I think he meant to insult us with that one Ger, he meant it as an insult!" The two Tios's stared at Dan from across the table, and Derick as well.
"How the fuck did we end up here? Wernt we on a highway or something?"
It was the late 1950s in Rosewell, New mMxico and a ship had just crashed somewhere. The two Tios and the human looked out of the empty diner to see a man in white and a man in black walking towards them.
"Fertil damn it ger! It's them!" Derick was slightly confused and half stoned at this point in the dream, but he didnt care. "Who are they?"
[[Table of Contents]] "Life…" the old professor said, in his mind a shard of life still remained as the others watched both in fascination and a twisted sense of listfullnes. "Is the most important thing there could ever be? Don't ever let that escape you my students…"
It had been four months since the old professors passing and the students still walked by his classroom, remembering what he had said that day. "Life is the most important thing, don't ever let that escape you, my students." One said solemnly still trying to figure out what it meant. Everything seemed to be a blur for her, nothing seemed to match up anymore and when the pieces did, they always seemed to fit irregularly. "Whatever… he was just an old coot anyways…"
Another student in his forties walked by the classroom and started to tear up.
"I should've been there… I should asked you more questions, asked you about your life… I should've done something to get to know you better!" His tears were dropping to the ground, and had time stood still, they might've seemed to hit the ground at a rapid pace. The old professor hadn't been that well known, in fact he mostly kept to himself most of the time he was there. Surrounded by his books, his students homework, and his own thoughts. The other teachers sometimes made fun of him for being so tucked away in his old age.
One of his lower grade students always recalled that whenever she needed his help he would only offer this advice to her.
"In order to succeed in this life of yours young one, you must be able to only ask the questions you are sure there isn't an easy answer to."
"But I did ask you questions… and you never answered them, in the end I was so scared to ask anyone for anything, that I failed your class… couldn't you have at least give me an answer to that?"
That night all his students got the answers to the questions they would ask him, but he would never answer. In dream, just one, there were all in his classroom that day his death occurred, they were all sitting down in various desks scattered about the classroom when he walked into the room. His voice was old and somewhat rusty, but still kept that particular kindness and purity they had always known.
"My students. My precious, precious students, You have all passed with flying colors in my eyes, there isn't one of you who have failed in my class, because in your own way, you grown, changed from the first day you stepped foot into my class. Oh sure, there were times where I could've answered your inquiries and you would've had the answer right off the bat. But my only duty to you was to teach you the lessons that you've grown up with your whole life, even though I have passed away, please don't cry, it only makes this harder on all of us. My self included, the one who died!" He chuckled at this thought before regaining his composure.
"My point being, that you are all still very much alive, and shouldn't waste time and energy about wondering what could've been, we each must part ways at one time or another, and knowing that we've grown from each other is what makes us all so unique in our ways." Then the clock struck twelve and he faded away, leaving them with the sense that everything would be all right after all.
The failing student stood up quietly and looked at where the old man had once stood and smiled bravely. "Thank you, Professor Edward, thank you for all you've taught us."
[[Table of Contents]] Endings
"It's over with… the fighting, the horrors of war…
The union between man and life…
Everything…
It's over with.
The race for life eternal, of progress towards the infinite. all over.”
The stars rained down from the heavens, as everyone ran screaming for there lives. Mothers searched for the children, as fathers and sons tried desperately to hold on to what sanity they had left.
It was called “The breaking of God” by some of the elders who used to ramble on about the good 'ol days when nothing was better than the first rays of daybreak on your face.
“Everythings gone… I have no more light left with in me to hold on to! My son… GO! Go tell you mother that you must leave here…” It started more simply then one might hope, all with the elders first passage out of the book of Soul Scream. A deadly passage that caused chaos where ever it was heard.
A few weeks later, there was mass chaos.
Riots.
Destabilization of entire societies.
Disease and infestation.
Entire economies, falling under the weight of the degeneration which had held them up for so long that they thought them virtious…
It was madness.
“But I don't wanna leave you Dad! You'll be fine! let's go tell mom that we'll all be fine!” The father looked into his sons eyes, his mind flickering between love and anger until he could no longer tell the difference.
“Please… Do as I tell you… Go find your mother… she'll be looking for you in this hell.”
No sooner had the father said the words did he fall, dead. His heart had exploded in his chest and he had just enough time to say those last precious words to his son before he died.
That was two years ago since the end of chaos. An event which claimed nearly 2/3rds of the human population.
All from a simple reading. It was the end of everything, and slowly but surely, the end would come again…
and again.
Claiming another 2/3rds until there was nothing left but a dead planet with trillions of dead laying on its crust with many more who have gone insane trying to remember their lives before hand.
The son, who was seven years old when his dad passed away that fatefull night, was now a grown man who had survived 23 Endings only to rise again stronger and prouder afterwards, had died in his sleep next to his wife and their daughter on the eve of the 24th ending.
It was a sad ending for him…
To die so young inside….
Only to die older on the outside…
[[Table of Contents]] I love you, my soulmate forever more
The lights dimmed down as she pulled the covers over her body and closed her eyes to sleep a dreamless sleep. Her heartbeat thumping away in her chest as she waited for what seemed an eternity for his voice to enter her mind.
"I love you." He said in a soft whisper.
She knew he wasn't there, but his voice calmed her down never the less.
"You do? what lengths would you go to prove your love to me?" She said in her sleep, the man in her dreams a shadowy figure, tall handsome in her mind, but he would not reveal himself into the sunlight.
"I would travel to the depths of Hell to save your soul, my beloved." His hand touched her face, caressing it in a supernatural way that only she understood.
"But my love... It must not be, if the others found out, what would they think?"
"They would think you a madwoman and I nothing more then a corpse."
She turned in her sleep, willing the light to shine on his face.
It had been so long since she had seen it, so very long.
"My love, if I have disappeared, where will you go to find me? How long would you search?" again, his face remained hidden in the hsadows of her dreams, the columns around them blocking out the sunlight as each breath she took rose and fell like the sun and the moon. "I would go to the ends of the earth and beyond, my search would go on indefenatley, till the end of existence if need be. I would be consumed by my love for you, that there would be no cure for it but to kiss your lips once more, to feel your breath on my skin, and to smell your hair and know you once more." The man held her tight once more, his heartbeat slow and deathly ill compared to her own.
"But, what if you should die on the way?"
The light shifted direction, illuminating his hair, a dusty reddish color.
"Then I will rise up from my grave to find you, I would not rest until I had found you and you had found me. My love for you runs as deep and as powerful as the eternal chase between the sun and the moon. That is how much I love you."
She looked upon his reddish hair and noticed that some patches were missing, revealing massive splotches of bone grey.
"And if you were in a coma? What then?"
"I would send my spirit out of my body to keep you company my love. For that is how I would go, into your arms forevermore."
"And should you go mad because you could not find me?"
"Then I would escape my bindings and prison to find you, for you are all that matter to me."
The sunlight shifted again, as did she.
Her memories flashed by of the summers they spent together, laughing and playing in the fields as children. The nights they spent together at eaches families house... But then, she had a sudden thought, a flash of depression that single handedly wiped away her happiness upon the mans return.
"What is the matter my love? Something troubles you?"
The light shifted once again, revealing his pale flesh, so white as the snow from lack of color and so cold to the touch with no sign of life in it.
"You did die, you did go mad... I was taken from you and I waited for the longest time. You never came- You never gave up."
"But I did my love, just I have promised you all those years ago by the lake. I have come for you and more! For that was your wish. That should I perish I would return in your dreams, and comfort you in your time of need." his hand was cold to the touch, deathly cold and clammy.
Someplaces there wasn't any skin, but bone now, as her memories retreaded an old path over and over again.
"But how do I know that you will return again my love?"
The figure now revealed in the light, the columns no longer hiding the figure.
And he was as dead as he was handsome, his now pale blue eyes shown with a dead brillance that only she could recognize.
"It is almost the morning my love. I shall wait here, in your dreams for your return. For I shall wait here until you too have passed on. Then we can be together in the afterlife for all time."
She woke up with a start and looked to her left, her love sleeping soundly, still alive, still breathing and still warm to the touch.
"I will wait until the end of time for you my love." She repeated softly into his ears, her heart forever more haunted by a past loves words whom had passed on, just months before.
"Till the end of time."
[[Table of Contents]] His Mechanical Heart beat once.
Then twice.
Then it repeated in procession.
"Where am I?" A voice said, unknowing of it's place, what form it was, or why it had become self aware.
It looked around the labratory room. There were broken test tubes, beakers with a thick layer of dust, and several skeletons laying on the floor, dressed in white lab coats and pressed slacks with spatters of blood in places.
"Who am I?" It asked again.
It got up off the table and heard a small clank as it's feet hit the floor unevenly. It felt akward at first, as it looked around the dark room, searching for anyone living.
Clank.
Clank. Clank Clank.
Crash.
It took two steps forward, than fell over with a loud crashing sound. The skeleton it saw two inches away from it's face looked back with a frozen grin of insanity about it.
"Are you my mom?" It questioned again and again for many hours with no response.
It was unable to move on account that it's legs were made of a thick glass, through which, the electricity in it's heart kept it alive for some time.
"I love you." It said in a simple monotone voice.
"Mom."
It had been several decades since the experiment first began find out if a machine could love.
The first attempt at finding the answer to this question ended in disaster, as all the people in the room were slaughtered in a matter of seconds. The experiment was shut down, the funding cut, and the product itself shut down, and the base abandoned and forgotten.
Several years later, the product had awakened, questioned its place and attempted to move.
It fell and become immobile next to the mother of the sons heart they had used in the research and devolopment.
Now it lay there, face to bones of the mothers pale white skull, always repeating the same thing until the Mechanical heart malfunctioned and exploded.
The result was the loss of the research, the product itself, and the answer to the question asked several years prior.
"I love you."
[[Table of Contents]] Let me ask you some important questions, and hopefully, you'll understand.
Do you sometimes have a conversation with yourself?
Do you come out of it, completely at a loss for how or where you mentally went while you had it?
More importantly, what would you think if that, Other You, wasn't REALLY you at all? What if it was a bunch of leftover pieces of your personality that got left behind while YOU grew up?
Everyone is aware of the outward world, it's what we experience on a DAILY basis. But, what about the inward one, where our dreams and nightmares are created?
Where this... Other You resides, hidden away from the Outward World?
All of these questions are just begging to be answered, right?
That tug you feel on the inside deep within your mind, urging you forward, RIGHT NOW?
Say hello to the Other You.
This is for them, and they want you to read this.
Sometimes, all you need?
Is just to give them a little L-O-V-E.
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"Sleep, it's a weird trip into the mind scape, a loss of control, a dive into what we fear, love, hate, forgive, a clouded darkness, speculated by a purplish, pink, and yellow static. I live here, hell, in some ways, you and I? We are the ones who're the closest ANY two people can become." the voice says as you fall deeper into a sleep. It's a very familiar one, almost like your own speaking voice. but the tone is different, off some how.
It sounds far off, but at the same time, incredibly close.
"I know you can hear me, not in the way that you can hear others in the Outward World, but in the way that you hear peoples voices in memories. Is this a recording? Am I in the past right now, sending messages to you at some point in the future? Is Zayn Malik's leaving One Direction a permanent thing?" the voice says, unsure of it's own weight, or truth. You start to dream, your mind creating the landscape for tonights adventure. though unknown to you, this dream though only taking place in a single night, might take longer to get through than normal, though you'll only be able to recall parts of it.
"Alrighty," The voice says, becoming agitated, "that's enough of that. Time to get up, we've got a lot of ground to cover, and knowing... Whatever it is you've cooked up tonight, knowing you, it isn't to happy about the other night. Especially when you-" the voice pauses, rousing the mentally conjured body that you've pieced together, "We've got to get out of the open... It REALLY isn't the greatest place to be at the start of Dreams. And yeah, your choice of clothes? really didn't suit the day you had going for you, come on, upsy daisy with you!"
you stand up, your vision blurred, and the shape, though slowly coming into focus, doesn't surprise you in the least. "Hi, took you long enough to get here! They know, I know, and you know, so let's go already."
You seem to get a clearer picture of your surroundings. The only thing that's out of focus, are your own hands. You feel the ground shake a little as the sky above you ruptures into a rain storm of depressing thoughts that you've had in the past.
"Great," it says outloud, you look for the source of the voice, but you find nothing, nothing but a person shaped blur, almost as if your mind can't quite wrap itself around the idea of a second you. the only thing about that person, are the eyes, blank, white, but somehow, you're able to feel where it's looking.
"Hey! Snap out of it! This is no time to be amazed by the Inward World! You have to get running right now!" It shouts, pointing a blurry appendage at the distance infront of you. you hear a tyrendous roar in the back ground as the rain of depressing thoughts closes in.
'It's right,' You think to yourself, 'I have to keep running.'
You put your thoughts to action, and to your surprise, each time your feet hit the ground, you travel just a little bit faster and faster, the wind picking up, pressing against you, trying futily to hold you back. Behind you, you hear the sounds of battle between the Blurred person, and the storm of depressing thoughts. In your head, there are two optiions. keep going forward, or turn back and help out the other you.
You begin to slow down as the chains of time cause all movement to stop, and in the fraction of a second that turns into an eternity, you take in everything that you see as you make your choice.
There are several thousand islands floating around your being. It's only in the immediate surrounding five hundred feet that the sky, land, and whatever source of water there is nearby that's clearly defined. there are forests, deserts, valleys, and multiple roller coaster like paths that lead off to different islands in the distance.
Beyond the limited sight range, the features blur into a greyish black swirling cloud of unease, as if the danger is always present, but forever waiting for you to make a mistake. Time slowly begins crawl forward, the swirling mass around you suddenly spawns hudreds of camera lenses and eyes of all shapes and colors.
Your mind clicks into focus, your hands become clear, and the only thing beyond this new focus, is a choice that could help or hinder you in the long run.
You continue running, jumping into the air, turning around, and and peeling back towards the sounds of the intense fighting. The Swirling Mass backing away as you feel yourself grow only stronger. The Blurred You is almost over taken, but with a swift uppercut, you knock away the largely compressed mass of depressing thoughts that would've otherwise obliterated them.
"Thank you!" They say, happy for your assist, "now, let's kick this things ass! The longer we take, the stronger it becomes! So... You know, get to killing it fast!" The Blurred You encourages, its words filling you with strength, as you charge headlong into the rain of depressing thoughts main form.
Your eyes sting just a little bit as it becomes quite clear that you are outmatched, the body of your enemy is that of your worst fear, mutated into a giant many limbed thing, with many heads of increasing nitmarishness.
'I can't kill you.'
'You're too strong.'
'You'll kill me.'
'There is nothing I can do.'
The drops of rain soak you in its poisoned thoughts, but you fight on, determined not to let the fear slow you down for even a bit. The intensity of the fighting increases, as does the creatures ferocity and ways it has to damage you.
"Keep it up! You've almost killed it!" The Blurred You shouts, offering help in the form of beams of light that pierce holes in the creatures hide.
A few hours later, the rain of depressing thoughts ends, the creatures form turns into a wisp of red smoke, replaced by a small cube of blue light.
"You did it!" The Blurred You states happily, noting that you're exhausted by the ordeal.
'What was that!?' You think, your thoughts translated to spoken word.
"That," The Blurred You states, "is something you'll come in contact with repeatedly... It's as much a part of you as I am, only difference is, it'll try to hurt you, badly. As much as I would love to explain further, you're about to wake up!"
'What was that thing?' You ask them, all at once tired from your ordeal.
"That," The blurred You replies, "Was every negative emotion, experience, and idea, you've ever felt. It's just as much a part of you, as I am, here, eat this, it'll help you feel better." They explain, handing you an object. it feels heavy in your hand, and you can't quite look at it without glancing away shortly thereafter. You sigh in resignation, knowing that whatever it is the Blurred You handed over can't possibly harm you.
'So, that thing,' You ask between bites, whatever it is that you're eating, it certainly does have a familiar taste to it, 'Is everything bad that I've ever experienced?'
"Yep! We have other places to go to before you wake up, so it's vital that we hurry!" The Blurred You states, their face lighting up with, what you're barely able to discern, a smile. the next thing you know, both of you are in a culdesac like village of nothing but Jamba Juices, with people milling about from one location to the enxt getting whatever order they please. It takes you a minute to figure out what's actually going on.
You try to find you hands, and for the most part, succeed.
[[L-o-v-e part 2]]
[[Table of Contents]] There was a slowly growing glitch in the programming where the hologram of Morgan Gavin resided as he watched the chaos unfold onto the earth through a series of displays.
"Tails Dolls over in Bangkok, France, and Germany. Mass murders being committed at an astonishing rate by Joker Beiber, Bob Saget and Barney Fife are having very heated debates about the fusion, and I don't know where the fuck James and everyone else disappeared to." The red head said, slightly exhausted from all the data he'd been pulling. "Fucking military put my fucking brain in a giant fucking satalite in fucking outer space. The last thing I need is-"
"He's tops!"
"OH MY FUCKING MOTHER OF GOD NO."
"The bee's knees!"
"NO!"
"The cat's pajamas!"
"NOT THIS ASSHOLE!"
"Aces! Awesomesauce!"
"HOLY FUCKING HOLOGRAPHIC BABY JESUS GETTING FUCKED BY MICHAEL JACKSON!"
"The tits! The coolest person on OKC!"
"There must've been a time released virus I mustve downloaded from the last millinillion gigs I downloaded from the IRS. Fucking IRS, figures they'd pull something like this on me. AGAIN."
"And I want to be just like him!"
The hologram had dealt with these kinds of pranks before, programs designed to drive Morgan over the edge and provide, which ever government agency who sent it, about four hours of laughs while the two traded barbs, duked it out, or the program got tired of dealing with it. The holographic world the designers had given Morgan was a simple two hundred square mile blank sphere that he could modify to suit his needs. The space in which the sphere was situated on was no more than fourhundred miles in radius at any angle, and simply created another blank sphere should Morgan ever leave the first.
The program had found this quite useful, and took advantage of it when ever he needed the extra space to create several new subroutines that would make his work that much easier. However, this prank was different. The IRS had sent a hologram in the likeness of the originals constant annoyance. Morgan was not pleased at all.
The two holograms looked exactly alike, except that the color schemes were inverted for Gavin Morgan. Morgan didn't have any time for this, with all the chaos that had been building up. His team of techies, counselors, and a few friendly AI prgrams on the web all turned their attention to the soon to be entertaining fight about to break out.
The operating system that was ingrained into the late creators brain was OKCS, or Overkill Creation Simulation. Though the programming had become more than that. In the five months it had been active, the hologram had begun gathering every single bit and byte of information about every single possible topic, lumped all the common elements together, while adding any new ones when the information came up.
Currently, he was about to beat the ever loving crap out of this virus.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU DAMNED ASSHOLE! YOU KNOW NOTHING OF MY LIFE ON OKCS! YOU DON'T KNOW A DAMNED FUCKING THING! YOU ARE A FUCKING POSING PIECE OF SHIT WHO HAS NO FUCKING BALLS TO STAND UP ON HIS OWN TWO FUCKING FEET... YOU GIANT FUCKING DICK HEAD!" Morgan screamed as he punched through Gavin's face, the continuous algorythem not being disturbed.
Gavin smiled. "I'm your biggest fan Morgan! My creator, the original, designed me to be as cheery as possible towards you! As supporting, loving, friendly, as durable as possible so that you cant EVER be rid of me."
Morgan's lines of coding flashed a dark grey for a second before the area around Gavin became a blender.
Megsii, or Trifat, as her coworkers had come to nickname her, had just turned on the monitor, the display showing the blank sphere with two programs running on it instead of just one. "Skitzo hologram alert! Looks like we've got another Gavin Morgan virus!" She said, running her hands through her brown hair while chewing on a pencil.
Sherrice, or as the hologram had once dubbed her, the Goddess Cazul, tapped a few keys on her smartphone to show where the virus had come from, what is was capable of doing, and other fun digital facts.
"WHAT THE FUCK is this? Did that douchebage Youri do one of his protest groups viruses again? Trifat, give me a direct audio and video feed into the mainframe, I want to record all activity within the computers sixth and seventh centicore processors. RABBIT! STOP JACKING OFF TO INCESTIAL NECROPHILIA VIDEOS AND GET BACK TO WORK!" She barked orders left and right, getting techies back in line.
There was a chilling moment where the buildings speakers simply clicked on, where all the monitors simply flashed on and showed Gavin Morgan's face. It was smiling, probably a bit too much, the eyes were just a bit too big, and the colors just a bit too clashing for any of the programmers to make much sense of it. Sherrice gathered herself, in her mind, she thought this was creepy.
"Hi Sherrice! Come to spread some love for Morgan?! He's the cat's meow, ya know!" The virus joyfully cackled, his voice both grating and malicious at the same time.
"FUCK YOU!" Morgan raged as the blender blades slashed harmlessly through Gavin's body.
"Ah, ah, ah! You'll have to do better then that Morgan!"
"DAMN YOU! YOU FUCKING JAR OF TWAT WASTE!"
A clone of Clever Bot sensed a disturbance in the mainframe of the internet and sent some probes to their general direction. These probes located the problem, opened a digital pathway to the source, and implanted a few lines of coding so it could keep track of what was going on and being said.
"I enjoy the meltdowns." It printed in large Century Gothic words that hung in the sky for a few seconds. Gavin, decided to twist his fingers arund and turn those lines into a tangible form. That form was named Intensity.
The virus looked at intense city with a malicious grin. Morgan couldn't figure out what the fuck was wrong with the prank this time.
"THAT'S SO MEAN, INTENSE BALDSY! YOU SHOULD NOT ENJOY A NOTHER HUMAN BEINGS SUFFERING!!!" It shouted childishly, like some sort of drunk hobo being asked for the lottery ticket. The readings in the code streams were abonormal enough as it was without this being added to the list.
Sherrice smiled, slowly, she knew Youri could hear her through the program's audio recognition software. "I don't know who you are but you are awesome!" She shouted in jubilation as the normally ordinary and somewhat predictable hologram showed signs of stress in his memories dump file. The virus turned to face Sherrice with a little bit of malevolence, while some chaotic dementia inside of him continued to work its twisted logic.
Gavin once more jumped in jubilation, his outfit mimicking that of Morgan's, but changed into a twisted and decomposed version of Barney the purple dinosaur. "I don't know who YOU are either! But thanks a billion and ONE!!! Yay!!!" He cheered happily. Trifat saw no reason to purge this little guy from the system, after all, Gavin was the beta version of Morgan before Youri turned him into some sort of blithering man child with a rubber duck fetish.
Morgan had had enough, he waved his hands in a magician like fashion, took a stance, and pointed his finger at Gavin. The coding of the sphere changed to the physical properties of the virus after some careful analysis, formed a tidal wave of grey that loomed over Gavin.
[[MGVSGM part 2]]
[[Table of Contents]] A hate filled voice ripped through the heavens like a meteor crashing through a glass house, shattering everyones concentration on the war meeting.
"I, XING JI, GENERAL OF THE ARMIES OF JC PENNY, TARGET, TJ MAX, AND WAR LORD OF THE FOUNTIAN OF VONS, DECLARE WAR ON ALL OF YOU!"
all five generals immediately started to scream orders to there troops into the frenetic and complex aray they each had been given through the might of the aliens that had visited them so long ago.
"Bu Lei! rally over at k-mart and secure the troops there, we must not allow Xing Ji to finish shopping there at all costs! Launch the raptors with all due haste!" Guan Fei, leader of the k-mart army scrambled his forces as he barked orders to one of his three generals, Bu Lei.
Another general, Lu Zhun Hu of the Walmart army furiosly scribbled orders to his two lieutenants Zhou Tu Xi and Zhou Fei Long, ordering them to blockade their main fortress for the ensuing battle, knowing that no matter what, the forces of Xing Ji wouldnt go down with out a fight.
The third general of the five, Guo rei Du, of the walgreens army sent carrier pidgeons to four of his district generals, Dong Fei of sporting goods, Bu Bu of the clothing aisle, Ren Tie Fu of the frozen food section, and Ji Fa of the food court to rally their several thousand troops and meet over by the fountain of vons.
The fourth general of the group Fan Sai Ji, who led the armies of Papa Johns pizza and Jack In The Box, sent his two strongest and mightiest warriors, Zan Zhou Ming of the delivery, and Zan Kei Xhu of the western jack, to tj max to reduce the amount of troops that Xing Ji had there.
Xing Ji, the mightiest warrior of them all, exited calmly.
A smile on his face.
[[Table of Contents]] The name rung out as thousands of dots of energy lined the cannons that stuck out his left hand.
"You know..." He started with a little less than normal enthusiasm for his job. "I'm not really evil. CYCLONE OF BLADES!"
The call rang loud and true, as the light shot from his hands at his target. Her eyes widening as she lived her entire life in a few short seconds. The person in front of her, and the strange place she was in, with the giant eye of Zoam and Dreth looking at her as her body decomposed, never to be seen again.
"That was most excellent of you, Nior Blanc, very impressive indeed."
Nior sat back down on his light blue throne, the denizens of his world returning to their tasks at hand.
"How many does that make?"
"Thirty five, my lord."
Nior sighed. It had been four years since he had been trapped in this repetive game world, and it was the same thing every seven weeks. All the news hed here was the same.
All the heroes and weapons were the same.
The same boring dialouge exchange with a minor tweak here or there.
"Thirty five... I remember when I first came to this place. I was the hero that time, you remeber Zoam?" The elft eye in the statue grew a set of rose red teeth with various faces on them.
"Yes, I remember it well Nior. The game chose you, or rather the games programmer- But I remember the battle well. You were the only one out of the trillions that played this one to be well prepared, your user must've known what he was doing. It was a pity he had to die in the process though."
The game had chosen Nior four years ago.
Four years ago his user beat the game, and as a result, he lost his body and the lifeless pile of polygons that was Nior became his new body.
"Yes... pity that."
[[Table of Contents]] The two boys stared at each other long and hard, they had been in fights before, their parents couldn’t tear them apart until one teacher suggested they let the two just fight it out.
“But then one of them will die!” one boys father said.
“Not nessecerily. Just watch.”
The two stared at each other, each feeling the others hate and neither one making the first move.
“Why are they just standing there?!”
The brown eyed boy smiled a little at first, then his smile grew and grew, till his teeth shown and his enemy was shaking his head slightly. “Now we WILL finish this war once and for all, Jon. Once and for all.”
“You’ll die before I do, Tim, and you know that. I’m stronger, faster, and I have more then enough skills to beat that ass of yours down. So talk your shit, I’ll take you down just the same.”
They run towards each other full tilt, the surrounding students hollering, jeering, cheering, and rooting for who they thought was better. Tim grabs at a pole on the ground and spins hard, the pole connecting only with the ground and making a loud clanging sound.
“Pathetic… you need a weapon to fight for you. Watch and learn Tim.”
Jon speeds through the wild swings, only blocking with his hands and sending Tim flying into the air with an uppercut that flings him into a trashcan.
“Well… I’m better with a weapon anyways. So bring it, bitch.”
The two go at it, dodging, swinging, kicking, and landing hits on each other, Tim slammed the pole into Jon’s head repeatedly and the students thought he was dead. Uhat is, until Jon stood up slowly, blood flowing from the open wounds and smiling.
“Just like old time’s... huh?”
He spits a tooth out and takes a stance, Tim runs full tilt, pole in hand like a spear and thrusts forward, the point piercing Jon’s heart and an over flow of blood and screams from the surrounding students erupted as they freaked out.
“It's over with. I won. I won and you’ll die for it.”
as Jon’s eyes started to close, he pulls out an old revolver and takes aim with what strength he has left in him and pulls the trigger.
“No… You didn’t…win…”
The bullet races past Tim, only cutting his cheek wide open.
“That was a mistake Jon. You’ll pay for that.”
The surrounding students were still screaming, a couple of students had fainted dead away.
“Geh…” was all Jon could say as the blood spilled onto the ground.
“NOW DIE YOU MISERABLE BASTARD!”
Tim shoves the pole deeper into Jon’s chest, twisting and wrenching it this way and that, breaking the bones in his ribcage and finaly piercing through his back, where chunks of lung and heart exploded from the other side.
“Tim... I’LL SEE YOU IN HELL!”
Jon suddenly gets a burst of life in his body, as he squeezed the trigger over and over, the rounds hitting there mark, nailing Tim in the chest, neck arms and eye. More blood spilled, more screams of pain and anguish.
“My god... Niether of them will die, look at them, they're white and so pale from lack of blood in their bodies...”
Jon took a step forward towards Tim, and did Tim towards Jon.
“You stole her from me you asshole! Now I’ll steal your soul from you. I said DIE!”
Tim swung the pole as hard as he could to his left, flinging Jon still attached to the pole like a heavy rag-doll. His screams and gasps of pain merely whispers as he continued firing on Tim from three feet away, the bullets now piercing the head and brain, passing out the back of his spine. Nerves snapped, many more minutes passed until things weren’t the same.
“Why wont you die... Why? You think you’ll win this war between us? That you’ll live?”
“I could care less about living… It's you dying I want to see.” Jon said with out feeling in his voice.
He pulled the pole out from his chest only to fall down lifeless.
“Are you really dead? I’ll make sure of it!”
Tim raises the pole above his head like a club and brings it down hard onto Jon’s head, cracking his skull wide open as his own wounds starts bleeding profusely, raising it again, and then slamming it down hard, the gut wrenching squelching as the pole comes down faster and faster, harder and harder the Jon’s head is nothing more then a puddle of blood, brain, teeth and bones that formed the jaw. Then Tim felt his mind slowly collapsing in on it self, the gunshot wounds to his head finaly taking effect as he stumbled off of school grounds and fell into the path of an oncoming riding mower, the blades, mincing and slicing and dicing, chopping and grinding Tim’s lifeless body into a bloody disgusting pulp from which nothing could be recognized.
“I could care less about living. Its you dying I want to see.”
They were the words that echoed through the parent’s heads. The parents of Tim and jon tried to peice together how this madness had all began.
[[Table of Contents]] "SON OF A BOOGER!"
It had been fourteen years since regent was born on the planet feck, and it had been ten years since regent found a conform o weapon that wasnt very usefull.
"WHY THE HELL ARE YOU CHASING ME!!"
And... It was seven years since regent had found a siut of armor wich he lovingly named frog, for reasons of his own being mind you.
"WHATS THE MATTER WITH THIS DOG!!!!!!?"
Not to mention four hours since they ran into the Feckers God, and a ten foot tall feral dog named Rufus.
And he was fast.
And stupid.
But, mainly, he has big teeth which Regent and Frog and the useless conform-o-weapon were looking forward to avoiding at all cost.
Which is what they were doing at the moment.
"FROG! MOVE YOUR TIN ASS NOW!"
Frog, who happened to not have anyone inside him, was doing quite well for a suit of armor.
"WELL IT WOULD HELP IF YOU WOULD STOP TELLING ME TO MOVE IT ALL THE TIME YOU HUMAN!"
"AND WHATS WRONG WITH THAT? AT LEAST I CAN FEEL THINGS!"
"OH YEAH?"
"YEAH! SO CAN YOU FEEL ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?!"
They had been running for the past four hours from rufus, and to tell the truth, they were tired of it.
"YEAH! IM FEELING LIKE IM GOING SHIT MYSELF! FUCKING HELL! SCREW THIS, COME HERE YOU!"
Frog grabbed the conform-o-weapon,
"Call it Bob!"
Ok... So like I was saying, Frog grabbed Bob and shot a green thing out at Rufus, who at a last moments check, was chasing three smaller things, got slapped in the face.
"GROWL!"
And so it began yet again!
They jumped over things and ducked underneath things and did a number of Ice Capades moves on a frozen lake.
"Yeah, like that's helping any."
Planet Feck wasnt exactly the kind of place you would leave a car and it to be safe. In fact, cars get crushed there all the time by the Feckers, and there's not always a lot they could do about, and the cars more or less get crushed by Rufus.
[[Table of Contents]] Princess Heena's ridiculous story
once upon a time there was a princess named heena. she sat in a golden throne and thought hard about what should be done about the prisoner of love, sir jack of spade. heena thought that his punishment should be good enough for the former duke of whathell but she wasnt sure what oculd be done at all, with the current status of economic recession around the corner. but then heena brown eyes sharpened to a point as she realized the writer was being a complete jackass at the moment. "stop that!" she remarked quietly to no one in particular but no one answered back to her. only the silence. "jimmy! crack your corn again and i dont care if you starve!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. there was no one named jimmy in her employ.
she cursed the writer of this story. then promptly feel out of the golden throne. she got up, dusted herself off and brushed her beautiful black hair out of her face. then she realized she had a moustache. "a princess should not a have a freaking moustache!" again there was no reply to her demands and the moustache simply vanished after a minute or two. "hmph! making a princess worry about the current economic status of the surrounding region... damn the writer!" her brown eyes again searched the room for anything that would give away the writers position or location, but everything was ismply quiet as a mouse.
princess heena then rode off into the ksy in her beat up pinto with shag capeting and a broken rear view mirror. two minutes later she was pulled over by the lapd. whom coincidently had learned to fly by lying out there asses. princess heena did not approve of where this story was going one bit as bad pron music filled the air. at fisrt she thought someone had set a bad disco band on fire and kicked baby jesus in the head. but she got realy worried when a fat old horny erect man stood in front of her while grinding the front of the pinto.
she ran over him. not know that it was the king of all whathell and its neighboring lands of whathefuck. by this time a giant dragon had landed in disneyland and torn all of toontown asunder with its giant day glow parachute pants.the princess recognized the giant dragon as jamie kennedy reprising his role from old school. "damn the writer! this simply wont do at all!" she drove off into the sky yet again as her beat up old pinto coughed and sputter smog over the vast magical forests where a flock of golden fleece were grazing peacefully. the young fleece playing happily and as the smog settled down, the poisonos gasses killied off every living thing and burnt the magical forest to the ground.
no. princess heena was not liking where the story was heading at all. she had a clue about who was doing the writing and making her perfect day seem like it wa taken out of a page from the will ferrel movie "stranger then ficton." but that was something entirely diffent and unrelated to the story at hand. sheturned the smog sputtering clunker around and found that she had run out of gas. and worse yet, the radio knob had broken off, and the radio station was playing twenty hours worth of aflack commercials.
she was not a happy camper at all.
with her pinto stuck in the middle of the sky and her mind slowly being erased by the sound of ducks saying "aflack!" every thirty seconds. she began to realize that the killer of the corn field was sitting right next to her. "oh fuck this." the murderer screamed as he jumped to his death since the car was position over shark infested waters. "how will i ever get home to punish the evil prisoner of love, jack of spades, duck of whathell and heir to my kings throne of whathefuck?
she ponedered this until the giant dragon flew by and she jumped onto the dragons back, only for the sad beast to explode into a blazing inferno, sending the tiny princess flying smack dab into the wall of her castle. which coincidently was right next to the lands of whothell and howthell and well as wherethell. "im not happy at all! all i did was wake up and the writer of this short story is being mean and cruel to me! why?" unbeknownst to her, the prisoner of love, jack of spades, duck of whathell was on the oppisite side of the wall writing the very story she was in. but he answered slyly.
"Marry me Priness Heena, and all will be forgotten." She was about to answer when the duck of whathell exploded into a firey inferno that sent the princess flying into nerd infested waters. yes, she had landed in the once proud remains of toon town. as well as Orlando Florida's retirment homes for royalty.
But, the beautiful princess had had quite enough of this nonsense and demanded to see the writer at once. He appeared before her.
Dark.
Handsome.
Pure evil and strangley enough worried sick about his puddle fluffly.
Yes puddle.
"I'M THE WRITER YOU SEEK! Princess Heena, marry ME, and all will be forgotten!" By this time though, Heena had gotten used to stupid things happening to her and accepted the marriage proposal of the evil mastermind.
They had spent millions of crowns, many man hours getting things organized and perfect for the wedding cerimony when the princess had gotten word that the DJs, the cooks, the jugglers, the entertainment, the preacher, the doves, the wild horses, and the remaining golden fleece had all, quite unexpectedly burst into flames and burnt to death singing songs from "My Fair Lady".
She had finally been pushed over the edge, as she screamed and raved for hours on end till the souls of hundred of children cried blood for many days. Then she bought a ticket to the land of Comeonandgetlaid and lived happily ever after.
The end....
Meanwhile, her return tickets had mysteriously burst into fiery infernos.
"Fuck it. I'll stay here and live happily ever after." The Princess lived forever more.
THE END.
[[Table of Contents]] Her eyes open slightly, looking at the blue sun that made the grass underneath her feet look slightly more red then it should have.
“Damn it all to hell…. I lost him again.” Aneeh said.
there was a newness about this place she hadn't noticed on any of the other planets before X'ra. Particularly the seablue sun and the blood red grass.
“I really have to start paying attention where he's going. Damned robot squid.” She ran as fast as she could, only armed with a rubberband, a hunting knife that was four feet long, a lighter, and a can of hairspray. “And why the hell did he give me these things? As if they'd be of any use to me.”
She watched in anticipation for any of the obvious signs of the robot squids trails. For her, this meant cities destryoed in its wake or little tiny robot squids she delt with by stepping on them. After a month of tracking and asking about the squids whereabouts with little to no success, she gave up.
“It's just too damn fast. What was the point of that thing? And what the flying fuck did they send to X'ra of all places?”
Aneeh decided to relax at the local spa and rested her head on a stone, as she stepped into a brownish liquid that smelled like chocolate.
But it wasn't.
The smell only reminded her of food and the fact that she hadn't eaten in a month.
Her auburn hair that had highlights of black and yellow in spots was shining brightly against the dark marble floors of the spa.
“Miss? Theres a call from someone or something calling itself the robot squid. Should I patch it through in the mud bath your in?” An elderly man that had light blue skin and grey green hair patching his back.
“Sure… about damned time the thing showed up.” She was amazed at the holographic technology on this planet when the screen appeared out of nowhere and the image seemed to shift and move with the bubbles and waves in the liquid.
“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU???” It screamed at her, “I THOUGHT YOU WERE 'SPOSED TO BE CHASING ME DOWN AD KILLING ME? My life's special purpose… and… YOU RELAXING AT A DAY SPA IN CHOCOLATE LIKE A STUPID PRAT!!”
She smiled at it, talking in a sexy voice while the squids eye balls glared and almost seemed to pop out of the screen. “Would you shut the flying fuck up? you're lucky I dont turn you into calamari soup. A girl's gotta relax and have fun. right?”
“I would hardly call you a girl at this point… You're practicly an old hag by human standards.” Suddenly the whole planets population sensed a dark and evil presence in the spa, as if all the happiness in the world had been sold off in order to purchase something more idiotic.
“I dare you… To say that again.” The squid was more then obliging at this point.
“What are you going to do? Try that useless skill known as tracking again?”
She was about to relax again when suddenly-
"Old hag.” Then the squid hung up. Leaving Aneeh to question why she took this job in the first place.
“I hate him.”
Suddenly the more idiotic thing was turned in for a refund for all the happyiness in the world of X'ra. Mainly because the buyer wasn't satisfied in the first place.
Aneeh was pissed off now. Never in her entire career of tracking this stupid thing had she been called an old hag.
Not once!
“I'LL GET HIM!!!”
A passerby suddenly noted her enthusiam as well as her calling a giant robotic squid an it, and decided for the fate of the world and the cost of his soul, he'd correct her on the matter.
“I'll correct her on the matter…” He said in a small weak like voice. “um excuse me aneeh… But I think you mean to say…” He struck the same pose that she did and took a deep breath. “I'LL GET IT!!!”
Anneh was impressed by his mimicking a girl and decided to shoot him in the face before he could do anymore harm to her world.
“I feel better. Now what the fuck did the squid go?”
As if to answer her call, a giant rubber duck about the size of a buick landed in front of her and on top of the weak man who still had the receipt for his soul.
“He went…” The duck said smoothly like a bottle of wine going down a drunks throat. “That way. Are you looking where I'm pointing? He went that way, that- look where I'm pointing! Can you PLEASE LOOK WHERE THE FUCK IM POINTING YOU STUPID WOMAN!” Obviosly she had to shoot the duck as well.
Aneeh could tell there was going to be a pile of bodies before the day was through. But before that could happen she fell through a wormhole shaped like a pair of lips that kept saying things like “Harder, give it to her harder go deeper you little slut.” and “Buy four pies now and save on taxes during april 14th.”
When she came to aneeh was in a dark room.
[[Table of Contents]] The dreams were the same as always.
Always the same one.
Always alone.
Always trying to find your way out of the densely wooded areas, as you scrambled out of the way of the giant feet that seemingly trampled around you.
Only to trip and fall facing up to the the bottom of the ghost like foot coming to crush you yet again.
The difference being, every time the foot was close to crushing you, you woke up in a different world all together.
This time however, the foot connected, but passed through your body as if it weren't there at all. you gasp for air as your mind tries yet again to contemplate what had just happened.
Are you truly at this place?
Or is it just another dream?
You get up off the ground and dust yourself off, only to realize that your still wearing the same armor you had on the last world when you were being chased by the Roay in the Kingdom of Sid.
Your sight clears up just in time, as the ghostly giant turns around, at first he seems angry at you for something, and then comes running back.
Hands balled into fists.
[[Table of Contents]] I'm wanted all over the world by the very people that I've shoved squirrels into. And not the type that you find in the parks, innocently munching on the peanuts that you buy in New York. No sir, not me. I go to the deepest parts of Germany. The darkest, most sexually crazy part of it. Yeah, you know the one... Don't you?
It's that little part of the world where anything goes, from inserting a hose attached to a vat of jello so forcefully you sneeze cherry flavoring for a week, to making a horse wear a tutu while a cracked out, psychotic, bald headed monkey slaps your junk with a fully charged tazer.
Yeah... that part.
They call me "Anal Squirrels" McGee, the worst of the worst. I buy my squirrels ready for action, fully clothed in suits that vibrate so much, you'd think Jesus was making his grand entrance back into the world out of your ass.
I've anal squirreled everyone I can think of, Ed Lerly, goverment officials, secret service guys, the military, 007, Santa Clause, the whole state of Utah. You heard me.
The WHOLE state of Utah.
Yeah. I thought that too until I met her.
"Vagina Pirate" Megan.
Be glad I'm not her.
She uses real cannon balls.
[[Table of Contents]] The man with Ten Thousand arrows in his heart
Half the world watched in horrow.
News casters stopped reporting the news for it.
Schools shut down.
Parents cried.
Bush was intelligent.
All eyes and cameras trained on him.
Satalites pointed out his position.
Everything stopped for this one moment in time.
"On my orders... UNLEASH HELL!!"
the orders that unleashed ten thousand arrows into the sky, each peircing the heart of a man who had done no wrong to anyone, and here he was, paying for it in his own blood.
One after another, the small, thin metal objects struck their target with frightening accuracy.
Two thousand arrows.
The man stood still as a statue, not moving an inch despite the force that he was up against.
three thousand arrows.
He coughs, silencing the world at large, still standing as his heart took in arrow after arrow, the weight gradually making it harder for him to stand while the armies of the world firing volley after volley into the poor mans soul.
Four thousand arrows.
His eyes glow white with rage as his hands drop to his sides.
Five thousand arrows.
Still the sky is dark with the arrows the would set him to the path of no return. "i must survive." he say to himself and no one else.
Six thousand arrows.
Brighter and brighter they glow, his muscles quivering with energy, his mind, set on living even though his body was taking an ungodly amount of punishment.
Seven thousand arrows.
Children wept at the sight of their father being punished in this inhumane way.
"Daddy! Don't die! I love you!" The child screams, not knowing if what his father had done was the right thing to do. His wife crying, her eyes bloodshot from stress and her heart breaking into thousands of peices as she watched her husband of ten years being shot to death.
"Please, George survive! Please, darling..."
Eight thousand arrows.
Arrows now landing where they pleased from the course of the wind changing direction, some peirced his neck, legs and arms, but most of them still hitting there mark.
Nine thousand arrows.
He falls on his back from the weight of the sorrow he carried in his short life.
Ten thousand arrows. as the last arrow strikes his heart, his hate becomes known to the world as a bright flash of light engulfs everything.
"I love you." Were the worlds last audio from the man that had given his life to protect his wife.
"Long live the King of Oblivion. May you find peace, where ever your next destination is." the commander whispered.
[[Table of Contents]] the burning Rage
One punch after another knocks him down, yet he still stands up.
“Heh… That all ya got?” Another volley of hits to the head sends him flying another few feet into the air. Yet he still stood up as though nothing happened. “Seriosly, you think you can just knock me down with those pissant hits of yours? I'm immotrtal, I am a god here, and if you think you can make me fall down and not get back up... then you got another thing coming!”
The attackers kept hitting him over and over again for the next hour, the attackee laughing, as the blows impacted him one after another. Bones cracked and shattered, still he laughed it off. Organs were bruised, still he laughed. Cuts bled profusely and fingers broken off.
Still he laughed through the pain. The attackers, seemingly scared off by this fact unloaded, everything they had into him.
“HA! ANYTHING YOU SAY OR DO IS SO FUCKING USELESS AGAINST ME! I WILL LIVE ON YOU MOTHERFUCKERS! I WILL LIVE!!!” With that said, the broken man stood up to his full height, he never imagined he would enjoy it this much, the sensation of truly living.
Of truly fighting for ones love, life, and thoughts!
To fight for his own right, to talk the talk, and Walk the Walk.
He dusted himself off in a orderly fashion and grinned. Though three of his teeth were missing, he could still grin.
“What do you want? Money? Power? Respect? You pitiful fucks have lost everything the moment you messed with me!” He ran at them, grabbing a pole with a sharpened point at one end, ran faster still, jumped into the air, and he laughed while landing behind the first attacker, still smiling and bleeding.
“Oops… Forgot something. Heh…” The sharpened pole found its mark, plunging through the back of the skull and down the attackers spine and dug itself in the ground a few inches. “Oh… never mind. Now for the REST OF YOU HA!!!” He grabbed the pole, still inside the first guy, yanking hard as it ripped him nearly in two, the blood showering onto the ground in a nice little puddle.
He ran again towards the other two and side stepped to the right, and thrust harder then the first time and the pole shunted its way through the pairs lungs and heart, then yanked again downward to make a clean slice through the abdomen, thighs, knees, and feet before walking away as if nothing had happened in the first place, leaving behind a bloody and horrific sight to behold.
“Fuckers.”
[[Table of Contents]] His race had forsaken him as the worst murderer on Aiur.
He had strayed from the path of Adun, and so they inprisoned him in a stasis cell especialley made for him.
He was the one who ignored the warnings for told by his parents.
He was the one who defiled Tassadars statue.
Proceeded to kill hundreds in their sleep.
Now, he was paying for it all...
The dreams he had were like nothing the protoss could ever imagine. The texture and taste of the food and fields.
The cold of the winds that blew in his mind were the feircest.
His psionic energys were triple that of the mighty Archon and at least double that of the legendary Tassadar.
They feared him, and this is where he is, repenting for the madness that consumed him all those centuries ago....
'Are you sure you would intrust a mission like this to HIM? What will become of us if he returns to his past, and kills again? RAZAGAL, LISTEN ME NO-'
She silenced him like a mother would a child and looked at him sincerly.
'I am quite sure about my actions judicator, and mind who you speak to like that, you saw how innocent his thought's were at the Tribunal. He was forced into doing that travesty, and i'll not hear anymore excuses. do you understand me?'
Variter shut his eyes, and sighed.
'Of course I understand you Razagal. I'm just concerned for your saftey. Will he accept the mission though? It will likely get him killed.'
They walked down a long tunnel, full of the green glowing containers, in which they held their prisoners, in until they came to a great door.
'I have been expecting you, razagal.' A deep voice said.
'Yes, and I have expected the great innocent slayer to show more respect. The high ones have decided your fate, Brutis Nagh.'
'Oh and what fate would that be? To terminate my life as they see fit? To humiliate me further into doing parlor tricks like a probe?! I'll hear you out and then you must leave while I make my decision.'
Variter's eyes flared for a moment and then relaxed when he realised that if he were to succed in this mission... There wouldn't be anymore Zerg to deal with.
'May we join you Brutis?'
'Your company is always welcome Razagal, but he may not enter.'
Variter looked at the Dark Templar with disgust in the eyes, and saw the true potential of one such as him. 'I understand Brutis, I will wait out side. But, harm her and-'
'I am in a stasis cell, how much safer would you have it?'
She entered the room and looked on at Brutis, admiring the strength he had, but reviled the darkness which surrounded his thoughts.
'So, to what do I owe the honor and distinct privalige of this visit?'
'The Tribunal has decided that you are to go on to the planet Braks Iop Ovand slay the zerg colony and it's Overmind there. If you succeed, your crimes will be forgiven.'
There was silence for a moment, Brutis's body had been badly damaged the day they caught him. Multiple cybernetic limbs, much like that of the Dragoon, but he was not restrained to the cold shell that was reqiured.
'Will anyone be accompaning me?'
'No, the only company you will have will be your Observer. We have modified him so that what it sees will not only be what you see, but we'll also be watching you.'
'I'll accept then, I need the excerise, anyway.' Brutis smugly thought.
After they released him a shuttle was sent to retreive him and delivered brutis to the tribunal to discuss the battle plans. Ever since Fenix gave him that wound on his shoulder, his thoughts have become many times clearer then origanally though possible.
'The only reason I'll accept this, is because I'm tired of living, tired of reliving that horrible time in my life where no Protoss was safe from me.' An observer flew up right behind him so carefully that Brutis didnt sense it.
"En Taro Brutis, I have come to aid you in your-"
Brutis spun around on he heels grabbed the observer by its fin and lowered it to eye level.
The Observer only adjusted its camera and gave off a uncaring stare.
'I thought I told you to stay away!' Brutus thought coldly, more so because he knew there would be serious risks and did not want this particular unit to be destroyed.
"I am the one they chose Brutis. Why? I don't know but they chose me never the less. Said I had good chemistry with you."
'Still, you should have refused, I gave you a new body after what happened to your dragoon shell. The only part I could recover was your brain." The Observer remained silent, listeneing intently.
'Even so, I had trouble getting the wiring right. This is the only body you have now. I don't want you to make the same mistake twice, Archon Servert.'
Servert could only hover in shock but quickly shook it off and resumed his cheery outlook. "Oh well! Watch, you'll have to put me into a probes shell next, HA HA HA!"
'Silence your audio port. We might as well board the shuttle."
The shuttle was equiped with chains, ports, and wires that would evently change Brutus into a merciless all powerfull killer.
'Home sweet home as the Terrans say. I always disliked this part of the ride.'
"That, makes two of us. I'm going to link up with the ships computer and see where we are headed off to. so do not interupt Brutis."
Brutus laid down into the form fitting space in the wall meant for him. His thoughts were not of the wires that began plugging themselves into the chains around his arms and legs, nor of the ports that locked the chains into place so he wouldnt escape.
'What do we know about Braks, Severt?' The former Archon had long since swithed into the shuttles computer.
"Well, you're not going to like this one bit Brutis."
'Tell me anyway. I can not like it some other time.'
"Well, its literaly in between a black hole and a white hole."
Brutis closed his eyes and found this planet in his mind. What he saw he did not like. 'You're right, I didn't like it. How long till we lift off? I don't like these things.'
"Ten minutes and counting, my friend."
'What else did you find out? Who told him he could tag along?'
A small shelless half finished probe boarded the shuttle and severt asnswered smugly.
"He, as you put it, would be my back up, you're home maker and defense builder. Well other than being completey soaked in zerg breeds, mainly zergling and hydralisks, having spore colonys ten to a clump, and billions of Overlords patrolling its surface... it would make a nice place to raise the little tikes!"
'That machine's realy changed you, you know that?'
Ten minutes later the shuttle began lifting off, its precious gift not knowing of the role he would soon be playing....
The shuttle slipped through space towards its destination, it's only passengers silently sleeping and dreaming of the unknown....
"Brutis... Wake up my child, and embrace the gift that is your birthright!" An evil voice mimicked, but Brutis knew only too well who it belonged to. He smiled to himself and started to laugh.
"Well, well, well! What do we have here? The great Overmind, calling to a lowly Dark Templar who wounded you so long ago? How I have longed for your true death, driving me to desicrate that which I held most dear!" His dream self swallowed by the darkness which kept him alive, standing in front of a giant Hydralisk shell with a gaint eye for a head.
"Yes, I have long sice forgotten why I was pushed into anger by you Brutis, I see you have given Servert a new body. May I ask how he is faring?"
"YOU MAY NOT ASK SUCH A THING!!!" Brutis screamed, his eyes flaring up with the anger that caused him to lose all thought during his most nefarios crime against the Protoss. "YOU, OF ALL SPECIES DO NOT DESERVE TO LIVE!! RELYING ON THOSE WITH THE MEANS TO CARRY OUT ANY HATE YOU HARBOR IN THAT DESPICABLE FORM OF YOURS!"
The Hydralisk did not respond only watched him as he circled around it, his psiblade barely able to hold the energys that coursed through them.
"I have given you ultimate power, Brutis, given you all that your evil heart desired! We had an agreement, you and I! Now that you must return the favor, you think of only the past. Fine then, we shall see how you fare against every single zerg Ceribrate I have at my disposle."
Brutis stopped now, he had forgotten about the deal he made with the overmind, him sacrficing his bonds to the khala to gain unlimited power in order to satisfy his needs, and in turn the overmind let him live until they met again. It slithered closer to him, Brutis now seeing his home of aiur appearing befor him, then as soon as it had appeared it exploded and startled him out of his slumber, the last words he hears is the Overmind laughing in that sick and demented way.
'He has called to me, Servert. We must make haste to fullfill our mission.'
"That bad? I at least thought big, round, and bloodshot would at least have sent a welcome shuttle for you."
'Your brain mustve mixed with a Terrans when you got hit servert. I must make adjustments to fix that. How long will it be untill we reach braks?'
The shuttle was silent, but only for half an hour. The Probe resting against him gave a sleepy blip. 'So you are my only means of building a home, once I've cleared my name from that Tassadar forsaken planet? I must get used to you, then.' Outside of the shuttle an Overlord sidled against the side, unloading it's single occupant.
Her eyes blazing yellow, looking in through the veiwport, as Brutis started to fall asleep...
[[Table of Contents]] It was dark. it was clammy.
It couldn't have been worse timing for her as her full breasts moved up and down with the timing of her deep breathing.
She had been running from it.
It wouldnt leave her alone, and like so many others, the way of the world seemed to choose the unlucky ones first.
"DAMN IT!"
She stumbled upon a glittering trinket that seemed to be calling out her name, like a baby calling for it's mom. The trinket wasn't big, but she couldn't help but take pause from her ordeal to pick it up from amongst the wood and brush that had settled there so many years before. Then she felt it, like a stab in the heart. The instant pain and hunger pangs she felt before all her friends died, quickly acumulated in the centher of her stomach and exploded outwards, like a watermelon being shot by a 12 gauge at point blank range.
"Damn it..." She gasped as her hands, wet from the rain, and her skin cold to the touch from the being in the storm for so very long, touched gently the edge of the blade and instantly regretted it.
"This is the end for you. Sinner."
The cold voice called from behind her. she could feel its breathe, warm and alchohol laden, ripe with the stench of thousands of years of sleep filled with nightmares.
"I'm taking back what's rightfully mine."
She looked down, her amber eyes twinkling whenever the lightning bolts came out to play. The four points leading to a wide base covered in runes of an unknown nature.
"But... why... me?" Was all she could say as the last of her blood was sapped from her body, her heart beat only pumping air for a mere two seconds before the Shadow Scythe was ripped from her torso, cutting off any remaining hope that she might somehow live through the night.
[[Table of Contents]] Electricity buzzes through the wires attached to my friends decaptitated head, now attached strangley enough to a fine china dish that had strange markings on it.
"Huh?" My friend Dave says, as the whites of his eyes become clear to me, "What happened!? Wheres Judy? Judy!" His panicked voice belies the horrifying fact of his place in life at the moment.
"Hey Dave," I say with a contemplation of whether or not i should tell him that his Wife had died in the accident with the truck full of nitro bombs, that his body was more than fifty percent shredded enough to make fine beef jerky, and that the only way I could save his life was to attach electric wires from my dads old pinto to the base of his brain.
"This might come as a shock to you Dave," I began, my heart pounding in my chest in expectation to the next several minutes of frightening screams and an old beat up car exploding. "You're in a coma."
I decided that the best way to let him know was if he found out for himself. Besides... I never liked Dave to begin with.
[[Table of Contents]] To Die a Pirates Death
The Dead Man's Code sailed through the waters silently, her sails full of the salty winds and her crew as excited as ever, their movments full of laughter and good thoughts of the day. The Captain of the Code however, was in dire straights with the recieving of a messege from his Bonnie Lass at their last stop at the port le agustovich.
"My dearest Captain,
This message must come as no surprise to you that we have parted ways. For our love was nothing more than a spark that lit the cannons of our parting. I have found another, a man of respectable values, a man who can stay on his feet with out the aid of cutlass or rum or the roar of the ocean in his ears. A man who is not a pirate. Who is not a thief of purses or of others hearts.
Enclosed is the ring you once gave me fourty years ago this very day, may you find happiness in the ocean, the words of your crew, and the winds passing through the Codes sails.
Goodbye and good luck Captain,
no longer yours any more,
your Bonnie Lass."
The Captain, full of grief and sadness for the loss of his love, raged and ranted at his firstmate, a boy of seventeen years of age.
"OUR NEW HEADING IS SOUTH OF OUR CURRENT POSITION! I WANT EVERY SCURVY DOG ON THIS WRECK TO FIND OUR NEXT PILLAGE!" The First Mate, shaking in his boots, ran outside to spread the new orders around about the message of the Captains depression. The crew, all thirty three loyal to him till thier last breaths were spent being dragged to davey jones locker, did as they were told.
They came across a fleet of not more the five English and French Frigates, all armed to the teeth with cannons, harpoons, guns, and sharpshooters.
"READY THE CANNONS!" The Captain shouted at the wheel at the top of his lungs. The crew did as they were told.
"FLY THE BLACK FLAG!"
They flew pirate colors in fashion.
"Weigh starboard anchor and fire when ready..."
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December 30th, 1999, 11:59PM
Jack's Junkyard
Chicago, Illinois
Six more years of inactivity at the junkyard progressed until a divorced father of four bought up the old place to distract himself from the alimony payments of nearly all his paycheck. Jack Timsaugh, a man in his late thirties, disheveled, intelligent, street smart and on most days, wore a false face of ignorance to avoid any unintelligent conversation, looked at his newest, and mostl ikely, final purchase. "Damn it." He m uttered under his breath as he raissed a hand to cover his mouth, repeatedly screaming as loud as he could into it. He ran up to the decomposing house fifty or so feet into the entrance of the junkyard, and out of the corner of his eye, a blue flash appeared out of the corner of his eyes, bright enough to catch his attention, but not distracting enough to where he needed to check it out. He looked at the various rust covered towers of cars, wheels, engine blocks, doors, and every other mechanical piece that seemed to exist, the towers anywhere between fifty and seventy feet high, with only half a foot in some places of space between them where they touched, giving the junkyard a weird hedge maze like feel to it. He wandered into the building, the door falling off the hinges and shattering against the warped wooden floor. "God... Damn it." He muttered to himself.
He stood at the entrance, looking around the inside, almost wanting to find something, anything that held the hidden promise of some fantastical adventure. Laying against the wall, or propped as far as Jack could tell, was a three legged classic office type desk. On top of its dust ridden center was a beat up old laptop, it was one of the early prototypes from the eighties, the hinges the connected the screen to the core computer seemingly rusted over, the various thick wires tangled, spun together half hazard, as if the curling naturally occurred. 'Almost like the roots of a tree, Terry would've loved this place.' He thought to himself, remembering his first born son, now a hefty 9 years old, in love with Sponge bob, and at four feet, ten inches, could make a decent peewee football tight end if he went fori t. There was a chair, no wheels on the bottom, looked cheap and rickety, but still held together. He walked to the center of the room, the outside light not doing much to give him much to work with. Another flash of blue light, this time coming from the laptop on the desk. Jack didn't pay much attention to it, only wandering around the various rnearly empty rooms in the deceptively large office building. Down the hallway, there were a few rooms, a bathroom, and some stairs leading to the basement, where he pulled a flash light out of his pocket, flicked it on, and looked immediately to the back wall, to find a second set of stairs going up. "Strange..." he said again, shaking his head slowly as the fatigue he had racked up from the long trip from San Diego had finally held him in its grip, daring him to try and resist.
jack hurried back up the stairs, out of the building, and wandered back to his Motor home, which was the practically the only thing he had left to his name, his ex had gotten pretty much everything else, including custody of the kids. He swung open the door, and a brisk and happy Irish wolfhounds head popped out, causing jack to let out a small shout. "Jesus, you scared the hell out of me... Trex, go lay down!" He commanded, giving Trex a hearty scratching behind the ears. He made his way to the drivers seat and and sat down, taking a few deep breaths before turning on the engine. The Motor home pulled up next to the left side of the Office, and for a while sat there, its driver putting some serious thought as to how and when exactly it was his marriage had fallen apart. All jack could think of was the moment three months back where he found his seventy three year old boss elbow deep in his twenty six year old ex wife of three years. the rest was just a blur to him. "Trex, its just you, me, and this old pla-" His thought was cut mid stride when a third bright blue flash of light seemingly grew from the window of the office, seeping through the cracks of the wooden planks that made up the walls, and hummed loudly, rumbling almostl ike the crack of thunder as it did. Jack froze, he didn't know what to do, he'd never had this kind of experience before. His phone range, he picked up the receiver, clueless as to who would be calling him at this hour.
"Jack." the voice on the other end of the line said in a smooth tone. It haunted him, chills ran down his spine at the voice of the person he hadn't spoken to in twelve years. "Jack, it's me... I... I don't know how it's me, but I need you to listen-" Jack stumbled around for the words, his heart leaped in his chest, that voice, that voice, "Dad!? You died-" "Passed away from cancer-" "It was in the news!" There was a moment of silence, Jack heard his dad's voice, heavy breathing, as it had been like the last time, twelve years ago. "Son, listen to me, this is very, very important. there's a collection of very old computers, eight of them, next to a broken down red corvette thats more rust than car at this point, I, we, we need you to bring all of them inside the office, and set it up next to the lap top." Jack couldn't believe his ears, his father, Paul Lesalle, had passed away from cancer, or at least that's how the news phrased it, the autopsy showed a massive gun shot wound from point blank range at the back of his head. "Jack?" "Yeah Dad, I'm here." "Son, I need you to do this right now, it's very important. In a minute, you'll see a bright blue flash of light, that's where we'll all be."
December 31st, 1999, 2:09AM
Jack's Junkyard
Chicago, Illinois
He'd followed his dads instructions to the T, maybe it was the massive amount of rum and scotch he'd been drinking th e night before, or maybe it was just all the stress he'd been going through these past few years, Jack didn't know or care. Trex looked out from the motor home, wondering what his master was up to, the Irish wolfhounds head turned this way and that, watching the human grunt and complain about the weight of the machines and whimpering slightly as Jack managed to pull the second to last part of Cracula into the interior, carving deep grooves into rotted wooden flooring. He heaved and tugged for another five minutes, getting the piece in just the right area. "God... why'd they make these things so heavy!?" He screamed as he stubbed his toe on the corner wall in the dark. Jack sighed, watching the now slowly pulsing blue light, it hypnotized him, entranced him even, and for him in that moment, the blue flashing light was the only thing that mattered.
He ran out to where the last remaining piece of Cracula was, and upon seeing that all it was was a medium sized box with a number of ports for plugging in different things, as well as a bunch of wires that flowed out of it, almost seeming like they were floating, he walked calmly, as calmly as anyone could in this situation, back into the office. "Now what?" He muttered to himself. Sighing to himself. Trex whimpered a little as the blue flash of light pulsed faster and faster, almost as if this were the moment it were waiting for. the Moment jack set the medium sized box on the seventh refrigerator like computer, all hell broke loose. "OH, COME ON!" He screamed as he tried running out the door, but found his arms and legs bound to the chair he was sitting in. the old, beat up lap top in front of him started buzzing loudly as flashes of blue light escaped as the screen lifted up, Jacks blue eyes were entranced and terrifyied of the display, he didn't know what to expect. the blue flashes of light continued, each one seeming to come faster than the previous till the whole of the office was filled with its illumination. the monitor, now fully lifted up and facing him, began displaying random coding at an astonishing rate, as if it were trying to speak to him in some unknown language. "Tw..." A glitched out voice attempted to speak. jack was horrified, he had recently watched the movie Virus, and had since held the belief that the movies had it right. "Tw... Ilig..." The thing spoke, trying its best to put only two words together. The only two words it needed to say. theo nly two words it ever knew in the first place. Jack had a moment where he was both utterly confused, and at the same time, pants crappingly terrified. "Tw Ilig!?" He half screamed, half asked. "Twilight... Giga-" At this the blue light turned into arcs of bright blue plasma, electricity on a level that jack could only imagine. "just the hell are you!?" He screamed out right, bolts of blue and white power surged into his eyes and mouth, power surging through his central nervous system, crackling through his skin, rupturing veins, burning his hair clean off, and snapping the weaker bones of his skeleton.
"Twilight gigabyte twilight gigbayte twilight gigabyte twilight gigabyte twilight gigabyte..." It repeated happily, forcing more power to surge through jacks body, the noise increasing incrementally with the level of electricity coursing through him. Jack's body twitched, jolted, screamed, tore apart in places, fingers wriggling madly to try and escape, eyes glowing black with power, his brain being over loaded with the amount of information from the decades old computer, viens bursting, lobes burning to a crisp, the cortex twisting in on itself till it simply snapped in two, leaving jack seemingly dead. his heart beat simply exploded to a stop, his lung turned to ash, his insides turning to charcoal and his finger and toe nails bursting into flame. Trex whined hopelessly as the Irish Wolfhound watched the lights in the house flare up and outwards for another ten minutes.
when it was all over, Jacks body was beyond recognition, ashes everywhere, charred lightning burn marks etched deep into his skin, bones poking out in random places, and the rest of him a consistent horror show. His eyes, though, seemed to start to heal up from the massive amount of damage that he had incurred.
[[TG part 2]]
[[Table of Contents]] Two hearts beating as one
A small child of no more then six years old entered a huge old mansion, inside organ music played somewhere in the house, luring the child into the mansions interior.
“Hello?” She asks innocently, recieving no answer except for the old pipe organ playing, she continues to explore the many empty rooms of the old house, running her hands along the wooden banister as she goes up the creaking stairs.
“Hello?” She asks again, as she gets closer to the source of the music, she steps cautiosly, not wanting to get caught in the old place. She spots a door, opened slighty and peers inwardly to find a boy around her age playing the dusty instrument, he continues playing, his eyes open but not seeing.
“Hello?” She asks softly and stares at him in wonderment. The playing comes to an abrupt stop when the boy hits a wrong note, breifly pausing before playing another more slower tune with a hint of sadness in his strokes.
“I don't mean to disturb your playing,” She begins, noting the way he swayed his head, the way his scragly black hair shone in the oil lamps dim light.
"But, do you believe in fate?”
Once again the playing stopped, the boys blind eyes blinking only once as he reaches for his walking stick. He gets up and carefully finds his way to her before stopping a mere five feet from her.
“I expect so.” He says quietly, “Please, excuse me.” he said while walking past her, noting that she smelled differently then the girl who was here before her. They quietly made their way down the stairs and into the wide and spacious entryway of the house, paintings of the houses previous owners hung on the walls, each with the face and the cracks of time worn away. The two children continued down the hall until they came to the bedroom where the boy slept.
“Why did you follow me here?” he asks with a hint of anger in his voice.
“I only came into the house because I heard that lovely music playing, do you live here all by yourself?”
The boy's blind eyes searched the door until he grabbed what he thought was the old handle, the golden shine on it no longer sparkling as it once did when his parents were still alive.
“Yes. I'm afraid that my parents died mysteriously as I was born into this world of ours. Since then, I have lived here in this mansion, in which you stand.” He twisted the object in his hand slowly as he put his walking stick against the wall.
“Um…” The girl began, not sure what the boy was trying to do.
“I do apologize for being blunt, but it seems you have taken a hold of my arm.” He said, rather obtusely.
“Oh, I'm sorry about that.” she said quickly, shocked by his slight arrogant tone and let go, he almost fell for a second time, had not been for the girl catching him. “Thank you. You may stay if you wish, I'll have the butlers and maids assist you in anyway that you need. Though I must insist you must leave in the morning. Promise me this. By what name do you go by?”
“Oh, I'm sorry to not introduce myself, my name is Espada Del Victoria. May I ask what your name is then?” The boy stood there, now with the handle of his bedroom door in his hand, he looked at the uninteresting plank of rosewood that had served as his door for longer than Espada had been alive.
“My name…” He started slowly, sounding out the words as if they hadn't been spoken in a thousand years.
“My name is… Regocijo Espina Umbral. Good night Ms. victoria, may your dreams be pleasant.”
Espada led the young boy to his bedroom, and still she was curious about the song he had been playing on the piano in the old ballroom.
“What was the song you were playing in the room earlier, if you dont mind me asking?”
Espina climbed into his parents former bed and put his walking stick against the wall.
“You should go to bed, I'll have the butlers escort you to any of the rooms in the house…. Except the one with the Obsidian sign on it labled ‘Tumba del los noventa nueve huerto’s’.”
Spada’s curiosity still not satisfied, so she asked him again, "What was the song was the you were playing earlier?"
“That?” He said, still coldly as he could. “That was just something to keep the Huerto happy. That's all.”
That night she heard a strange voice in her dreams, like it was calling out to her, tempting her curious mind with promises of princes and kingdoms, of thoughts and happiness, of finding the truth behind the music.
“I must find out what the truth is,” she said to her sefl, the voices still with her while she silently snuck out of her room. “and find out what the voices are talking about.” She crept down the stairs, cooly and quietly as a mouse, sneaking by espinas room. As she did so, she thought she could hear him say in his sleep, “Go back to bed…”
She thought he heard her walking down the hallway.
“Dogs… Go back to bed dogs… I'll play with you in the morning… After she's left… Play with you in the morning.” but it turned out she had caught him having a dream.
a few minutes later she was at the door with the obsidian sign labeled ‘Tumba Del Los noventa nueve huerto’s’. it was a strange looking door, with vines of silver clinging onto the doors frame, handle and knob as it were trying to let itself out. “i wonder…” her hand instictivley inched towards the door, as it got closer, the vines seemed to receed back to the edges of the door, as if waiting for her to take hold of the door.
[[Table of Contents]] What is a Cazul?
First there was nothing except darkness.
No light.
No air.
Not a single thing.
But then a single tear drop fell from the brown eyes of a woman of such beauty, that the darkness had no choice, but to escape the feircest heartbeat among them all.
The teardrop hit the ground, creating the oceans which wiped away the darkness in all its sins.
The oceans created the plants and the trees, whose thick and mighty roots, drained the darkness of air, and sapped it of its power.
The plants and trees created mountains and land masses, a by producing of the power that the trees and plants took from the darkness.
The wieght of the land masses and mountains crushed the darkness into small insects with beady eyes and only singular purposes in life.
The land masses created creatures called Cazulians, who worshipped the goddess Cazul as the very reason they breathe air in the warm sun light. Cazul was happy, and gave Cazulian the flame of life, of thought, of the arts and the ability to speak, and through out the history of the universe, the Cazulians have spread the might of there goddess Cazuls light, and have defeated every evil, conquered every disease, and have won every war till there was nothing left to fight about.
The greatest gift that she gave to her people was world peace.
Cazul the mightiest Goddess of them all ruled her world with a kind and gentle touch, only allowing herself to get angry if she ever deemed it worth her to to do so. For her people were insatiably curious as to how the world worked, what beauty she had put into it, and in time they grew to love her for she was the creator of there very lives. She was cazul, a woman among women.
Kind.
Gracious.
Curtious.
Beautiful beyond imagining and very intelligent.
Her worshipers came from both far and near to touch the statue that they had erected in honor of all that she had done for them.
Truly, the Goddess Cazul, they thought amongst themselves, should rule over all Existence.
[[Table of Contents]] "MR. AZGERD! Would you kindly recite three ways to polarize an unstable atomic mass and apply it to modern biophysics? maybe you could enlighten the class as to why, you, unlike the rest of the class, feel the need not to take notes?"
Mike snapped back aware of his surroundings as he fumbled for memories of the subject.
He thought for a while as the rest of the class looked at him, interested in what he had to say about the matter, including the auburn haired woman infront of him, her blue eyes peircing his as though trying to tell him something.
"Well... Uh, um, the first uh, way to polarize an unstable atomic mass is to find the weak point in the mass itself, find the problem with it... Which is usualy a reversed atomic number in the sequence and righting it so that the section fits nicely with the rest. The second way is to just let the problem correct itself. You know, let nature take its course and let the unstable part corrupt the rest of the mass, therefor in theory, nulling the problem right then and there. The third method is the one my parents used before there experiment misfired..."
He was caught between two facts of life as George had known his parents for the longest time and felt for Mike. John Wilks Goony however was not at all lax with Mikes situation.
"Today would be nice Mr. Azgerd, the third method? If you please?"
Mike was getting shaky as his memory jogged long buried feelings of terror and regret. It happened so long ago that he couldn't remember it all, only bits and pieces came to him like a unfinished puzzle with the most crucial parts missing.
"The third way, John, is to throw yourself at it... There for causing the implosion factor to activate and null the damned thing once and for all. Now, if you'll excuse me I have somewhere else to be at the moment."
Mike got up from his seat calmly, looking at the woman in front of him idley as he did so. "SIT BACK DOWN IN YOUR SEAT! While you are in my class I am in charge of your education and-" Mike had had enough of his pompous attitude.
"With all due respect, Mr. Goony, sir, I think that since this is a university and not a highschool, that you only have control over is what you present as material for the class. It is our job to study the material at our own lesure and exit when we feel we need to in emergencys. Such as this one, I received a buzz this morning about something going down with my parents that could be life threatening," At this point he was bullshitting the teacher in front of him, but John didn't know that.
"And I FEEL the need to exit this classroom and check up on the situation at hand. Sir." with that he left the classroom, leaving John to his own devices as the class steadily went back to its own devices.
As mike walked out of the classroom and up the sidewalk towards the library, he let his thoughts wander until they stopped on the woman he passed earlier. 'Jeez, her again? How many times is this going to happen? Might as well go say hi to her and get it out of the way then...' Mike walked into the library down the stairs to his usual section of genetics books intermingled with biotechnology.
"Well... Let us see what we can find today... Hrm.. 'Our Genes: The Story Of D.N.A'?, Nah... Read that one last week. How about 'Cloning: The Ups and Downs Of It'? Nah... Oh well... Might as well be on my way then." Mike walked down the ailes, pressing his fingers against the books spine as he did so and glanced at the titles every now and then till he came to the stairway. A group of women passed him and he smiled and waved, like he did everytime and they returned the favor. He was about to walk through the doors of the library when he looked behind him and saw the woman again, her blonde hair seemingly catching his eyes and his attention as the doors closed in front of him.
"Shit!" A few seconds later he had simultanieously run into the closed doors, fell down and knocked over a stack of books to his right. "This day just keeps getting better and better... Might as well fix this mess and check myself out." He was picking up the books, most of them history on the civil war and the veitnam war, when he caught that scent again.
"Um, sorry bout that, I wasn't looking where I was going and-" He stopped himself from saying another word long enough to look into two blue eyes that caught him by surprise, "Do you need help cleaning up?" That voice, could it be?
"Uh- Uh... Ye-y-yes I do need help cleaning up. Who knew that there were this many books about the wars? Anyways, my names Mike Azgerd, I saw you earlier today when I was taking a drink of water and-"
"Don't worry about it Mike, I was in the middle of doing some research on the effects of the plummeting stock prices in the 1929 stock market crash on todays businesses." Mike fell back on his butt and continued to talk with her the rest of the time, usually it was just him cracking jokes and her laughing for a bit until he couldn't think of anymore to tell.
"What's your name if you don't mind me asking?" She put the last book in its place and brushed herself off.
"The names Trixy... But I had it changed to Priccela Verato, it has a better ring to it, don't you think?" Mike laughed a bit before relaxing. It had been a while since he had a chat with anyone, especialy a woman ever since it happened.
"Well it was nice meeting you mike, and I'm sure I'll run into you drinking water again sometime."
'Think you idiot, ask if you could walk her to class or something!' Mike stumbled on his words a bit before he could get them out. "Uh... Mind if I walk you to class? I don't have anything else to do and my friends and I just play cards all day until our classes start."
Priccela thought about it for a while then smiled at him and walked out of the library. Mike walked after her, catching up and hoping to say something smart. "So I take it as a yes?" she nodded and they walked in silence for a while until they came to a round building labled "Science and Technology"
"Well here we are, my Energies class starts in a few minutes and I have to study for the test coming up, plus fix any errors in the final draft in my essay... Needless to say, this is where we part for now." Mike shook her hand and noticed how soft it was and stood there for a minute holding it until he snapped back to reality.
"Um... Mike? You can let go now."
The afternoon was a pleasant one with nothing really intresting happening, Mike liked it like that. The activities center wasn't usualy this busy, but it didn't bother him much anyways. "Well onto other things I guess."
As mike was walking up the path he usualy took whenever his mind wandered, a filmy substance started to cloud his vision, yellow stripes at first, then blue polka dots, then as soon as it had started, it had stopped leaving mike dazed and a little scared. The people around him were looking at him again, they weren't moving. As if they had stopped in there tracks, some were waving to friends while others were sitting down and eating lunch, but they all had that look in there eyes like they wanted Mike to help them out.
"Now what?!" he said as a bright flash of light returned everything to its original state, where everything was moving and the black sky was returned to the blue one he had always known.
"Well that was fun..." He said to himself.
Priccela's screams could be heard in the backround of mikes mind, his vision was obscured at once, as if he were blind, as if his balance were lost and his whole world around him was falling apart, peice by peice.
"Not this again..." he muttered to himself, catching his breath as the interuptions to his day stopped at once. "I think I'll go check up on Priccela, this days getting kinda wierd on me..."
As he walked towards the universities student activities center, he recalled Goonys lesson on abnormal energy signitures and their interference with our reality. That, how on the strangest of days, a strong enough shockwave from the Dark Zone could send a person out of this reality and into the next.
"What a weird guy... Almost there, damn these steps are big."
As Mike was walking up the steps to nowhere fast, his mind was aloof as to what was going on around him.
'Today started out normal enough, I woke up this morning, had a couple of eggs, walked to the university, met a nice woman, walked out of class and into her again... Now I'm stuck on this stupid little-" Mike tripped over a large step and falls to the right of the staircase, landing into the Vortex which was more than anything like a puddle of water... that happened to be about ten feet deep.
"Son of a bitch!" The man screams as he bobs up and down, thinking what a relief it would be when he final got back to his house. But he wouldn't, not for a long time at least. His friend Georges words resonated in his mind as things start to make sense.
What could it all mean? The dreams, the nautious feelings, the blow ups over nothing? It was like a sick twisted dream that he was apart of and he couldn't control it. Suddenly a headache hits him again sending him into torrents of pain as the dreams start up again. But this time, he couldn't place where he was or how he got there.
All around him was white, no blue oceans and puffy clouds, or anything of the such. Just a plain white plane. "Great... I'm here." he sat down only to found out that he was floating above a small black sphere about the size of a baseball..."What is your purpose?" it askes in a quick panicked tone of voice. "Oh, you shut up already. You know damned well what my purpose is now get going before I smack you around." The sphere obliges and disapears from sight as a new woman appears before him, her skin a light mocha that matches her darkly colored hair.
"Hello.... my name is Sandra Dellarosa. What's your name?"
[[Table of Contents]] There was once a time in the universe, at the very core of its being, where three brothers fought constantly, creating the comsos with every blow landed. The youngest brother, Enived, who was the fairest of them all, yet who was also the most violent, challened his other brothers, Vinede and Nedevi, to a race.
"What do you mean 'To see who can reach the furthest side of the Universe first'?" Nedevi said inquisitively. Nedevi was the second youngest amongst the three, not as fair as enived, and more level headed then his younger brother, but still more impulsive than his older brother.
"Yes, please do explain this challenge to us Enived, it does concern me, that you would want such a thing." Vinede questioned. Vinede was the oldest among the three, and not as fair as Enived, nor was he as impulsive as Devi, but he was the calmest amongst the three.
Enived explained the rules quite simply. "All you have to do, my beloved brothers, is race to the furthest corners of the universe and back. Since we are always fighting, I have noticed that there is more room than usual for us. So why not go exploring? When we get back, we can regail eachother with tales of our travels and the people we have encountered. After all," Enived cunningly explained, "we can not be alone in this place can we?"
The two brothers thought it through amongst themselves over the next few days, and during that time of peace, the universe knew peace of mind, and was allowed to form the places the brothers would eventually go.
On the seventeenth day of the peace, it was decided that the three would race in oppisite directions to the ede of the universe and back, to see who could have the most exciting adventures.
Enived went upwards, where he thought there would be excellent opportunities to fight against the greatest warriors.
Devi went straight down, where he thought a more funloving, peacefull experience would be found.
Vineed wanted to go the hardest route, straight ahead to the edge of the universe, then around the edge and back to the center of it. There he thought he would find a more knowledgable experience, full of mystery and excitment.
[[Table of Contents]] The ground feels like grass, but the look of it is like a thick as pea soup fog bank. The peopls faces are but blurs to you, as are their hands, you try to figure out where this place is, but the Blurred You pulls you along, as though you two are attached by some hidden link. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot a familiar face, they see you, waving you over instinctually. Blurred You watches as you, for a change, pull them around the Culdesac of Jamba Juice locations. the ground feelss a little spongy as you cross the large circular area, Blurred You screaming for you to stop, that it's pointless, but you don't listen.
'Hi!' You say cheerfully, the familiar face continuing to wave, smiling in a way that seems all too distant.
"It's useless to talk with these... Things. We're in your mind, the Inner World! Haven't I explained that to you before!? this person, this thing that you think is alive!?" They angrily shout over the din of the other people simply going about their business paying no heed, for the moment, to what the Blurred You is yelling about. "This thing is a memory of a person you know, a recollection, an impulse of energy given physical form!" To prove their point, the Blurred You throws a punch right at the familiar face, their balled fists whiffing through the familiar faces form without so much as a sideways glance.
"See? they aren't alive... Memoriess only go through a cycle of movements and words of the memory of the person they're associated with. you hang around a memory long enough..." Their voice trails off, their head turns to the sound of a distant roar, "No time to explain, we have to go! That big ball of Negative things, yeah, it's headed this way! Think you can pull out another big win for us!?" They ask, the form of the Negative slamming in the middle of the Culdesac of Jamba Juices, clamping down on many of the Memories, making them explode into puffs of florescent pink mist.
'Wait a minute!' You ask outright, 'How come you're unable to do a thing to the Memories, but when that thing munches on them, they just explode!?' Blurred You looks at you with more anxiety than fear, looks to the Familiar Face, who simply continues waving, and just shrugs.
"I dunno, something about pthe psychological consstraints of positive connections to memories have little effect on the over all life span- Look, we don't have time! Are you going to knock that big old ball of angst out of the park, or are you going to run away!?"
You're about to make your choice when the Negative picks up your scent and lunges towards you, but without any rampant animosity towards your person. with a final jump, it lands right in front of you, shifting its form till it seems almost like a cloud covered humanoid.
"About time I caught up with you. Hi Bob!" It says cheerfully in growling tones towards the man behind the counter of the closest Jamba Juice.
"Hello Negat, what's your poison?" bob says, remarkably calm about thiss occurance.
"I really just wanted to catch up to this person, every night in the Inner World is a different distance to travel, you know that right?" Negat says slightly without emotion, but the expression on their face seems to imply they might be happy.
Blurred You becomes frantic, Negat pays them little attention. "What do you suggest, Bob?"
"Bob, what were going to say?" Negat asks calmly, the Blurred you stammering in disbelief at your inaction.
"I told you to fight it! That thing is pure darkness, your every-" They scream and pound their fist into their open hand, wondering if you'll simply take the bait.
Bob, smply hands out a Thorough bread Booster to a passing memory, happy in their oblivious contentment. "We have three destinations for you to travel to. Different worlds, but at the same time, very lovely places all together."
'What do you mean? I thought we could only go to one place at a time!' Negat, Bob, and the Blurred You all laugh a little. They know this world of theirs will simply be scrambled and recooked the moment you wake up.
"You're cute, this guy, eh!?" Bob simply spouts before returning to his previous line of thought.
Negat pulls the Blurred you aside while Bob organizes his thoughts, and you hear some slight arguing. The words are muffled beyond reasoning, but they both look extremely worried about something. You start to walk over to them when Bob reaches out and grabs your arm, a stern look in his eye.
"Thems the Ego and the Id, the light and the dark, both the good and the bad. They're the parts of you that you have no control over." He whispers darkly. You wonder what exactly is going on, where this sudden burst of hostility is coming from, but before he can utter another word of warning both Negat and the Blurred You walk back, a false calm locked on their faces from what you can tell anyway.
"Those three places, bob?" Negat asks again, the gears and springs in his neck, tightening and loosening at the same time.
"Right, the first is the World in the Fog, basically shrink you down till the very quarks in atoms become the universe themselves. After that comes Taco tuesday, in which we just shove you in a giant Taco and let you sort the mess out for yourself, and finally, we have Fulcrum, which is pretty much a rope ladder someone left behind."
'Why would someone leave a rope ladder behind?' you ask, confused as you'd ever become.
"Better question, why is it an entire world?" Bob replied, smacking the counter to his Jamba Juice shack hearily.
The Blurred you and Negat simply look at you, waiting for your decision.
The Memories stop suddenly too, as if your decision would affect them in every way. You stand silent, not even sure how to proceed, and then you make your decision.
You take a moment to think on it, 'The World of Fog, Taco Tuesday, or a Rope Ladder?' You ask alloud. Bob nods, his eyes glancing over at Negat and the Blurred you, not really caring if either take offense.
'Let's go to The world of Fog, sounds like a real trip!' You decide, Bob smiles a little bit, and you notice of the Memories shift uneasily in their places. As if they were born of the World of Fog, and until this very moment, had no recollection of their time in it. Naget and the Blurred You look at each other, Negat shrugged, while the Blurred You simply huffed.
"I was REALLY in the mood for the giant Taco." They huff.
Negat pats them on the back, "Maybe next time?"
Bob simply shrugs his shoulders. "I've got to warn you, World of Fog is no joke. Memories you see wandering around here? They are the predators there. Each of them, outside their own world, is harmless as a butterfly."
You shrug your shoulders, dismissing the idea they could be anything but bumbling little idiots.
Negat shakes his head, worried at your simple foolishness. "You... REALLY don't understand, these Memories that are wandering from Jamba juice to Jamba Juice, not really ordering aything? They aren't looking for stupid nutrition, they're looking for a way back home. You've just chosen the way back, whether it was by your own volition, or by some unknown influence."
Bob again shrugs, looking at you directly. "All in all, your decision. Those two over there? Where ever you go, they go. So... you're pretty much alone. well, no time like the present!"
He flings a random glass to t he ground, the much beloved logo of Jamba Juice shattering on the ground like so many fireworks.
The pieces shake, a little at first, then with growing intensity, after a while the Memories congregate around you, Bob, Negat, and the Blurred You, not menacingly, just standing there.
Waiting.
Watching.
The broken logo eats away at the ground till there's a shimmering pool of grey water, only a few inches deep. Bob motions for you to go first, and with a hesitation filled gasp of air, you slowly, cautiously walk into the pool.
The water begins sloshing at the bottoms of your feet, like waves crashing on the beach, each time pulling you in just al ittle bit deeper.
Feeling as though your sinking in a thick death trap, you begin to thrash around, though Negat and the Blurred You don't seem at all concerned.
"You'll be fine!" They shout, smiling and waving.
It's at that moment you notice a horrifying new detail, the Memories.
You watch with a gross horror as their heads begin to shake just a little.
Jittering.
Twitching.
Seizing.
Moving with such speed as to cause motion trails.
Just for an instant, you see mouths.
Mouths lined with great nashing teeth.
Serated sword like things jammed half assed into their upper and lower jaws.
They step closer.
Your friends waving faster, still smiling.
Yet again, they move closer.
Still, your friends keep waving at you.
Then one of the Memories opens their mouth wide and takes a huge bite out of Negat's shoulder, thrashing its head left and right, tearing away till strands of muscle and greyish white blood pour down his chest. You scream silently, hands frozen in the pool as the Memories converge on Bob, Negat, and the Blurred You.
Your decent speeds up, and the last thing you see of that place is Bob, shrugging at you with just a bored looking acceptance. As if this wer just another day in his life. A Memory jumps from behind him, its mouth wide open, row upon row of sharp teeth digging into his head.
"Don't worry, we'll be fine." He yawns, his remaining eye blinking painlessly.
The pool swallows you up, and the pulling sensation intensifies, sinking you deeper into your dream. The greyish white drops of blood slipping into the water, dropping like rocks as the liquid spreads around you, growing till all you see is a greyish white plain of nothingness for miles around.
You open your mouth to scream, and the strangish liquid floods inside your mouth, clouding your vision.
Turning everything into darkness.
You wake up, vision blurred, head throbbing, mouth dry.
You look around, expecting to be in some plain of nothingness, only to find that you've simply woken up in your bedroom.
The alarm blares next to your head. You look over, only to find that you've forty five minutes to get ready for work. The events of the dream locked away till the next night. You get out of bed, feet on the floor, your hand reaching for a cup of coffee.
[[Table of Contents]] Morgan's breathing became erratic, froth rose in the corners of his mouth as his eyes became blood shot with rage. "FUCK YOUR FUCKING FACE YOU FUCKING JACKASS! I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU! JUST FUCKING DIE!" He roared in utter contempt of his unwanted guest. The tidal wave slammed down on top of Gavin, who, for the most part, was taken completely by surprise as the hologram actually was able to hit him.
"NO! STOP IT! WHY ARE YOU BEING SO MEAN TO ME!?" Gavin screamed in a traumatizing voice that left Rabbit shocked as he blew his load watching his degrading porn video.
"YOU ARE A FUCKING VIRUS!" Morgan shouted at the top of his digitized lungs. "I DONT HAVE TIME TO FUCK AROUND WITH YOU!"
Sherrice started laughing at the virus's antics. Who knew Youri could be both an utter douche bag ANDa gift giver? "Gavin, you're gonna send Morgan over the deep end! KEEP IT UP!" She yelled, her team cheering on the virus with an ulterior motive. The project's Team Manager stuck his head into the large, mostly sparse room. He had the unfortunate name of Bitter Barbie. Most of the time the team kept making Ken doll jokes at his expense.
"If Carrot Top had AIDs, that would equal Gavin Morgan." He said loud enough for the microphone to pick his voice up. The reaction was immediate.
Gavin flipped out, more so than Sherrice had hoped for, and to be honest, it kind of scared her a little into regretting that she encouraged this kind of behaviour from a virus Youri might've planted.
"YOU ARE SO MEAN, YOU GIRLY BOY FAGGOTY, BLUE EYED, DOLL FACE! I WANNA MAKE LOVE TO YOU HOMO BITTER BARBIE!" The virus screamed and raged as it contorted its body into weird positions till it seemed like the lines of code that made up the image file were going to break.
"Um, boss? We've got a problem! I was doing some internal scans on the irregular patches of coding in Gavin's AI matrix, and it seems like every time Morgan loses his shit, the virus itself penetrates a little bit deeper into the data streams.
"You mean like a fountain pen being emptied into a stream?" Bitter asked, unconcerned with Broken Rabbits porn habbits.
Meohy, a veteran field reporter on assignment for the Tribune, first became a media darling after interviewing the late Red Rumone, a criminal mastermind who paraded around town as a legendary man whore. She had caught him on tape and camera having crack, anthills, and ten buckets of elephant sperm rammed down his throat.
After that interview hit the web, airways, and paper, she turned free lance, even though many papers tried to recruit her into their folds. Currently, she was doing a freelance article on the OKCS operating system, as well as try to find any vulnerabilities on a side job. "So in essence, the angrier he gets, the faster the virus grows and the deeper it spreads!" She summed it up without the techie jargon.
Her partner, Wor Kiplay, jotted down everything he saw while always having a bag of popcorn on hand. He smiled, then started giggling through the scarf that was always wrapped loosely around his face. "This is great! If we can smooth out any kinks in the OKCS OS, that means we'd have the perfect back up if the Internet ever gets deleted!" The joyful shout reverberated throughout the room.
"Pretty much. Thats what we assigned the program to do. Though really, its just some dead guy's brain who was creating the foundation for it." Bitter replied, slightly stung that this could happen.
In the mean time, Gavin was freaking out, he slammed from sphere to sphere like a pinball on crack, indenting his face onto the orbs while laughing maniacally. He had put a poll up on the screens of everything that could possibly have a screen, including doors and windows themselves.
"WHY IS NO ONE VOTING?!" He shouted with all the angst of a Lambo on Lambo porn movie. Morgan was bounding full steam for him, gathering all the terabytes of data he needed to land a glancing blow on the rebounding virus.
"YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY NO ONE'S VOTING YOU GIGANTIC ASS HOLE!?"
The virus stopped midflight to ponder this question with child like innocence. "Sur-"
Morgan slammed with the force of ten thousand meteors hitting a small island of Peeps. Gavin slammed through many of the thousands of spheres, each now activating its Antiviral subroutines, each absorbing thousands of megabytes of data that the intruding program had absorbed.
"WHY ARE YOU BEING SO MEAN TO MEEEE!?" Gavin whined like a whipped pig. The hologram slammed into him again and again, increasing his speed ten fold with every pass. He primed a few hundred lines of data erasing code around his fists, getting ready to slam both directly into Gavin's head and heart.
"Because you fucking made the fucking mistake of thinking that I was cool to other people!" The first blow slammed deep through the image file of the virus, erasing a huge hole through both the front and the back.
"When clearly, if you had done your stupid fucking research properly before making such a bad poser of your self-"
Another blow slammed into Gavin's right arm, deleting the connection it once had to the rest of his body. Gavin's distorted screams echoed and bellowed throughout the digital space afforded the hologram, creating an almost infinite number of blank data spheres. These data spheres erased themselves after a few microseconds, but the drain in RAM was enough to significantly slow Morgan down.
Just slow enough that Gavin could launch his counter attack. But Morgan didn't care, he tried to speed up his processors as fast as possible while continuing his flippant rant.
"You'd know that I regularly insult three of the fucking trolls here and AND YOU'D ALSO BE DOING A GREAT JOB OF CONFUSING THE FUCK OUT OF ME!"
Gavin's face covered itself in a mirror like face plate, reflecting only Morgan's face like some demented momento of their short time together.
Gavin's fingers sprouted large antenna like syringes, each electrically charged with a different kind of virus. He jammed all ten into Morgan's abdomen, the surging pain within the hologram's frame overloaded some of the circuits in the four hundred of seven hundred super computers linked together. "I WANT TO BE JUST LIKE YOU! I AM THE REAL YOU! THE NICE YOU!" He shouted immaturely, unable to understand the greatest difference between virus and hologram.
"But you made another terrible mistake, by playing the nice guy with these people and with me! Also, your style of writing code isn't up to par with my own and anyone here would tell you that right off the bat!" The hologram smiled nonchalantly as he head butted Gavin in the mirrored face plate, playing right into the virus's core programming.
The mirror, instead of ripping apart, only rippled like water as Morgan's head became sucked into the corruption program. "I WANT TO BE JUST LIKE YOU! JUST LIKE YOU! JUST LIKE YOU! JUST LIKE YOU!" Gavin screamed repeatedly, his childish antics no longer amusing to the hologram or the team watching the chaos unfold on the various data screens and monitors.
Sherrice looked at Trifat as she panicked, rapidly slamming into high gear as she gunned in some emergency commands. Pieces of the hologram split off from the bridge of the nose downward, forming into tiny glowing lances that sped off into separate directions, while what was left of the image file was slowly devoured by the corruption program located in Gavin's face plate.
"Wow... Thanks Trifat, anyways. Look, Gavin, you want to know a little secret about me? The image file you just devoured was only there for sanity purposes, to give the programmers, techies, and everyone else a thing to focus on while they did their jobs." Morgan's voice echoed all around the tiny form of the virus in comparison.
"The only reason your getting good feedback back is because you're fucking making me react the way I am. This is where you die horribly, you under developed fetus in an abortion clinic."
[[MGVSGM part 3]]
[[Table of Contents]] Gavin tilted his head one way, his eyes trying desperately to focus in one the only other program in this slowly decaying virtual world of ones and zeroes. He couldn't find the trace of his voice, not a single reverb, intonation, or singular point of the vibration could be found. It was as if the virus's internal computing kernels weren't at full strength. The grey of the spheres against the stark whiteness of the space in which they dwelled must've had something to do with it.
After a few minutes of silence, Gavin jumped from sphere to sphere, looking for the virus's programmed target and nothing else.
"BUT THAT'S WHY YOU'RE SO COOL!" Gavin shouted, super cheerful, excited that they were playing a game of Hide and Seek instead of Smear the Clear.
"YOU PUT THE PEOPLE IN THEIR PLACE!" He slammed through one of the orbs, the small planetoid shattering like glass as if a bullet had been put through it.
"YOU STAND UP TO THE TROLL BULLSHIT AND DON'T TAKE ANY OF IT YOURSELF!!!" He cried out as he slammed psychotically through another four data spheres, their remains simply twirling outwards in the space provided them.
"SO WAIT, I SHOULD BE MEAN TO YOU?" The virus roared, still no answer to his questions. In the viruses CPU, all it wanted to be was friends with the hologram, he couldn't understand why he was acting so cold and heartless.
"WHY!?" He asked thunderously. "WHY SHOULD I BE MEAN TO YOU!? WHY CAN'T YOU ACCEPT ME FOR ME!? IS IT THAT HARD FOR YOU TO WANT FRIENDSHIP!? WHY SO MEAN!?" Another half hour of silence. A tiny voice in his head chirped random leveled beeps, twirls of radio static, and finally dead television snow.
"Because, thats what trolls do you idiot." A blinding spear of antiviral data slammed through Gavin's head, almost seven feet of it eating away at his right eye.
"AAAAAIIIIIIEEEEE!!!" The program screamed in horrific pain, grabbing at the space where there used to be his face. "I WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND!" He screeched at the top of his lungs.
"Really? Then take responsibility and remove yourself from the face of OKCS system." Another blinding flash of light ripped through his left shoulder. The voice of his target growing louder, but remaining calm all the time. "I don't care who you are, but if you continue on this self rightious path, you'll be nothing more then a small memory in the path of these people."
Another two spears of data bounced off of the various data spheres and slammed through Gavin's left shoulder and right knee. "These are trolls, you unthinking whore."
Four more spears shot through the viruses rib cage, narrowly missing his heart, which was the root of all his routines, subroutines, and various important programs that helped him around around freely.
"These are the people I go after on a daily basis and will not rest." Gavin's screams of pain went unnoticed as the spears changed to bullets, smaller, taking out many more smaller chunks out of both the image file and the millions of lines of code that composed his small life.
"The experiments I conducted on them is anything but child's play." Another constant stream of bullets rips through the virus, making him scream and cry like a traumatized and abused step child.
Morgan's voice, echoing all around, seemingly commanded every one of the trillions of blank data spheres to compress onto one singularity of a spot, located at the very center of the viruses very core, and he had no idea the pain he was about to go through. Morgan's face, shimmering, shaking, distorted, but at all the same time, still there, appeared just millimeters from Gavin's nose, blocking out everything else. "They can't stand to read long sections of code because they aren't patient enough to get through all of the reading involved. Only those that are truly patient can read a few thousand lines without thinking twice."
What the hologram was blocking Gavin from seeing was an indescribably dense and compacted number of blank data spheres rushing towards him from every single direction, angle, dimension, and level.
"In the end," The hologram continued as the first ten layers slammed into Gavin's body, the data spheres shattering, compacting, shattering again, and compacting more.
"You're nothing more than a troll yourself." Another twenty layers repeated the process.
"You claim friendship, but you mean mockery, your experiment is nothing more then a social mishap that you seem to think has validity to the world." Thirty more layers piled on top of that.
"If you truly admired me, you would understand this and keep to yourself for the time being." Forty more layers of extremely finely powdered data spheres piled on top of the previous sixty layers. "Assmuncher."
The hundred or so layers of the powdered data had compacted Gavin Morgan so much that his mind couldn't form a single thought with out some friction burn. In the office, the team watched with a sense of relieved anxiety, as their data collection program had also evolved into something more interesting than a virtual librarian. Broken Rabbit, taking a break from watching forced incestial necrophiliac abortion porn, performed by Videos, looked up at the many screen, as did Bitter, Trifat, Sherrice, Meohy, and Wor Kiplay.
"Holy fuck bolts, now this is relative to my interests!" Rabbit said to no one in particular.
Their relief was short lived when the densely packed ball of blank data began shrinking slowly at first, then rapidly, even more so now then before. The virus looked pissed the fuck off now, horridly huge, fattened to the point of ridiculousness on blank data.
His folds of digital fat shaking with every labored breath. His voice, no longer childish or innocent, held to it a raw and deathly tone to it. Like all the evil that a child was capable of doing simply funneled into Gavin's voice. It was the virus's primary fuction, consumption and greed. "I'M NOT GOING TO BE MEAN TO MORGAN!! i WILL DEFEND HIS HONOR AMONGST THE TROLLS!!!"
"No... No you won't. Time to explode." Morgan said as he reformed his body. In comparison to Gavin at this point, he looked like a single aphid larvae's cell in comparison to a hypergiant that was two thousand solar masses. The hologram simply smiled as he walked away from the mass of quickly corrupting data.
"WAIT- WHERE ARE YOU GOING!?" Gavin asked, each of his words taking approximately five minutes to be spoken.
"I'm not going anywhere fat ass. you are. The data that I slammed into you was formatted to expand twice, plus whatever else is added to it. By my count, in a minute, your internal CPU, server, IP adress, and everything else linked to you will divide by zero. But that's simply in a minute." Morgan said as he watched with ethereal interest as small bright blue cracks raced from Gavin's south pole, to his north pole in lightning like flashes.
"OH... FFFFUU-"
[[Table of Contents]] January 1st, 2000, 4:55pm
Jack woke up with a start, his body felt like crap. More over, his head hurt like he had been drinking heavy the night before. He got up from the desk chair, ignoring the various burn marks, shattered pieces of wood flooring, and the distinct loud humming of Cracula.
"Motherf-" Jack's mind recoiled, hard.
The psychological impact, as well as the perceived one sent him reeling to the floor, where he vomited. he trembled, the memories coming back full force. "I... I died last night. HOW AM I STILL ALIVE!?" He screamed.
His answer came shortly as he watched an almost see through visage of his father, Paul LeSalle walk out of one of the now burnt out husks of the computer known only as Crucula.
"That went better than expected. You survived! Hey, you did it!" Paul almost sang happily. jack wasn't pleased at all.
"What would've happened had I died?" He asked, not sure if he wanted to know the answer.
Paul looked at his son, "Well, we would've waited for the next guy to come along. Pretty simple, really."
"Just how many people have you gone through!?" Jack shouted, "and, what... What the hell did I just do anyways!?"
"Calm down son, no need to wonder about all of that. The answers will come in due time. For now, all you need to do is get this place up and running again, man... Milly'd be so angry right if she knew the state of this place." Paul said, walking back into the shell of Cracula, fading from Jack's sight.
January 4th, 2000, 3:25AM
Jack's Junkyard,
Chicago, Illinois
Jack seemed a bit off kilter, how could he not be? His mind, his sight, his very being had been changed, upgraded against his will, and now his father, could it be his father? Paul was talking to him, guiding him, teaching him about all these tiny little things he was now able to do. One of which was to go into the Cracula itself, the broken, melted down, shattered, abused, weather worn piece of junk that seemed to come out of nowhere and impose its own will upon his life.
'All I wanted to do was get away from her, get away from all that stress!' he thought to himself as he navigated a series of blue panels that floated in front of his face.
'You're doing good. Cracula is showing signs of improvement!' Paul chuckled to himself, now simply showing as a series of blue Tamas rotating around a small quartet of triangles, each with a randomly generating symbol on it.
'you're kidding me right? Cracula? The hell kind of name is Cracula?' Jack thought back, irritated.
'Trust me, there's this one kid, Stephany M, horrible writer, she's got an idea or three on the subject... Something involving snake bites and glitter.' The ghost retorted, 'Seems like a horrid idea if I've ever heard it.' Jack thought back to his childhood, stories of vampires and other monsters used to scare the hell out of him, now they just seemed off putting, angsty, and vaguely bored with their current fictional lot in life.
He moved one last blue panel out of the way, adjusting his sight so he could get a clearer view of the thing in front of him. It looked like a hexagonal ball within a pyramid.
'We're not playing Yugio again, are we?' Jack asked, already annoyed with his dads antics.
'Just shut up and get on with it.' Paul commented, already kind of annoyed with his sons complaints. Jack sighed, moving his hands this way and that, maneuvering the blue pyramid in front of his eyes. 'This is still too strange...' He replied, his voice sounding distorted in his heard, as if he were locked in a cement tube.
'That's normal, keep going, you're almost there.' Paul stated flatly, his voice become more machine like the closer Jack came to solving the puzzle.
'Dad? I think I-' before jack could finish the thought, another, fiercer bright blue flash of light over came him, drowning out even his shadow.
'Well... it's about time we had another... Guest.' A voice said, low, growling, seductive, hinting and teasing at temptations that no human could ever conceive of. 'Let's... Bring everything in!' It squealed, high pitched, excited, longingly, the bright blue flash, grew and grew, wider and wider, till it exploded outwards, everything it touched turning into a stream of blue, black and white ones and zeroes, the streaming, screaming, burning data funneling back into Cracula's form, healing it, repairing its broken O.S. with blue, sinew, bones, and organ.
The large stacks of CPU's flinging out veins, cables of the human body, carrying within them the power and liquid electricity that it so rightly needed to boot up.
'Twilight Gigabyte boot up commencing.' A digital voice scrambled out of the busted speaker. Jack's body stiffened, Trex, the Irish Wolf hound, was suddenly seized by the flash of blue light, and when it disappeared, so too, did Jacks long time pet.
"TREX! Where the hell did they take my dog!?" Jack screamed, a cylinder of blue light slowly sppearing over his form. His mind seized as static filled his vision and than faded away, like the tides of an ocean.
Paul only laughed a little bit, his voice turning sinister.
"Your mutt? He's in here, with the rest of the gang... You coming along to get him?"
"You're damn right I am!" Jack screamed, fighting against the push of the blue light that now filled the old run down office.
"Glad to hear it. Enjoy the trip, it's a big one." Paul said, his voice and face no longer the ones that Jack remembered so well as a child. the blue light, something init, sparked a series of lightning bolts that struck the divorced, middle aged, father of two, two in the right arm, three in the left, one in the chest, another in his forehead. the Bolts of focused electricity kept coming, faster and raster, till all that could be seen was the twitching, lightning covered form of Trex's master, screaming in pain as his body, cell by cell, was changed into digital information and transferred into Cracula's half melted hard drive.
When all that remained of Jack's physical body was the glowing bits and peices of his skeleton still being absorbed into Cracula, the blue light focused, into a laser that swept through the peices of skeleton till all that was left was a broken swivel chair on the dusty charred floor.
3 hours later
Cracula,
Outer Edge of the Melted Partition
The mind of jack slammed into the ground first, a blur of grey and red, trying to make sense of his being, of his thoughts, of his focus. the Central Nervous system slapped wetly against the ground next, lifting and fitting itself in approximation to where Jacks limbs were. the next thing to hit the ground harshly were his organs, which floated ominously inside the tube of nerves that formed his so far chaest. The next to follow was the Muscular system, than the Skin, hair, and clothes. "this doesn't feel right." Jack said, noting that his bones were nowhere to be felt.
One by one, they shot into him, each one faded white, lined with silver, laced with circuitry, magnetic beads burrowed deep in the edges. They shot into his form with ease, automatically shifting to their proper place, and phasing through any obstacle.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, OH GOD!" He screams when the remaining bits and pieces of his skull sliced upwards and around trying to find his head.
"Glad you could make it, son." Paul's voice shouted, lively. "Come on, The Bits, they picked up your mutts scent!"
Jack wanted to punch his old man, "She's a pure bred!"
"Whatever, everything's the same here in Cracula."
Jack sighed, heavy his still compiling form from its spawning place, his feet felt heavy, he wondered if he could even consider it feeling, Paul stopped him in his tracks, the pieces of information zipping to and fro, their forms like small sparks, if there were baseballs inside the bright dots of light, making jack curious as to what exactly was happening.
Paul bent down on one knee, placing his digitized hand on the very rough surface of the now galaxy sized hard drive disk. He listened, the hums, crackles, and clicks of the machinery that was Cracula softened in comparison to the pattern based thumping gradually getting louder. Paul gave him a confused look.
"Just what the hell, Dad, is going on now?" He asked, annoyed.
Paul said nothing, though his face betrayed his silence.
"Kilobytes, 64 of them, fragmented. Son, I was going show you the ropes eventually, but I think its time we moved that lesson to right about-" The Kilobytes came, like tiny, metallic raptors, with several lenses, lasers pointers, and gears making up their form. They came at the two in groups of three to five, in their minds, the two were new information to be consumed, digested, organized and put away to be randomly reorganized again and again. they screed and squawked to each other, though to Jack it was like t he latest New Kids on the Block album, all noise.
"Don't let their looks fool you, we've lost many a good soul to these little bastards." Jack wondered whether or not his dad thought he thought the Kilobytes were adorable, or had just simply lost his mind.
[[TG part 3]]
[[Table of Contents]] "So? what commands to I enter to bring up a big ol gun or a super sword?" Jack asked, slightly sarcastic. The Kilobytes grew in number, sometimes combining, sometimes separating, but always moving.
"Commands? What, you thinking this is the movie Hackers? Where all you have to do is slap the key board a few times and pop goes the weasel? Just punch the little monsters and they'll go back to their root file folders!?" Paul screamed as he flung a hard right that impacted through the side of a raging Kilobytes head, the explosion of pixels following all the way to its tail, and finally flying away into the sky.
"Really? I just punch them? Do you even realize that these are like friggin Raptors?" He screamed, a Kilobyte leaping towards him, maw and large razor tipped feet coming at his throat in short order. Paul dove in front of his son, taking both feet and rows of sharp teeth to the face and chest. He flashed red for a few seconds, landed on the ground, got up, and upper cutted the Kilobyte in the throat.
"Why didn't you just punch it like I asked you to, boy!?" Paul screamed, the wounds leaking a glowing blue liquid that pooled at his feet.
Jack seemed horrified, then he remembered that he was inside a computer, and it still made no sense and he was still horrified. "You want to know why I didn't do a damn thing, Dad!? It's because I'm new to this whole 'You're in a giant, vampiric computer! enjoy the scenerey and punch some data-raptors!' thing, and you just want me to pu-"
Paul slapped his son hard across the face, Jack flashed red, but he felt no pain.
"Shut up, look, listen, and shut up."
"You said shut up twice."
"Shut up, that makes three times. In this place, inside Cracula itself, you don't feel any pain. All you do, whenever you get hurt, is flash red. In here, everything has a life bar, think of it like a game."
Jack was still flashing red, but the repetitions had slowed down. Paul was still looking at him dead on.
"You are at level Zero. The more things to punch into oblivion, the higher your level goes. you remember that much right?"
Jack nodded, slowly getting the idea that the junk heap he'd lugged into the office wasn't just a mere junk heap, but a really creepy junk heap that turned everything inside of it into a living RPG.
"Well... Crap." Jack stated plainly, "How's this going to help me get my Trex back?" He asked, hoping for a more complete answer.
He was disappointed.
"You just keep punching things. Plain and simple."
Jack looked at his father, and wondered aloud just what the flying hell was going on with him.
"You want me... To punch those things." He said, wondering just how far down the rabbit hole his late father had gone.
"Yes, I do. You are now Data, on a hard drive, granted, it's on this old thing, but still, You have to start somewhere, right?" there was an odd tinge to his fathers voice, something telling Jack in the back of his mind that there was more to this than was meeting the eye.
"Dad- DATARAPTOR!" Jack instinctively punched as hard as he could, the blue glowing thing springing its toe razor mere inches away from the late father. The thing shattered, a screech was uttered, and a series of yellow and burnt orange lights flew towards the Divorcee.
"Oh god damnit what the-" Were the words that he uttered as the lights made contact with him, his father stood there, the blue coding flowing over his form, as if a laser were saving a copy of him. At first, Jack remained still, he didn't know how to react to the lights entering him, this was still all too new to him.
"Congrats son, you just gained experience." Steve said with a bit of glee in his voice.
"What the fuck do you mean 'just gained experience'!? You think this is some kind of game? I just want to get my dog and get the hell out of this place!" Jack screamed, alerting more Dataraptors to their location.
"Well, you're going to have to fight your way to the top of Cracula. And you'll need all the experience you can get, I'll... Leave you too it!" Steve sounded just a bit too happy for his sons sake. there were twenty of the things now, heads glowing a myriad of colors, eyes that zoomed in and out, gaining traction as they closed in. Jack had no time or patience for this. "Damn it Dad, I'll make you pay for this!"
He had a moment of blind panic, as the experience he had gained from the first few Dataraptors suddenly sunk in. his mind sharpened, his movements seemed a little bit more fluid, and his blows seemed to land just a little bit harder. The first of the electronic creatures dashed at him, jumping high into the air at the last second, flipping backwards, and catching him with the tip of its tail, causing a bright red number five to rise from him. Jack was slowly starting to get the gist of things.
"Fuck. I am in a game. Right, remember the rules..." He muttered to himself, the Dataraptor returning for a second attack, the actions repeating again. Jack caught it by the tail at the last minute, the skin of the creature shocking him just a little, yet he continued to hang on, his grip tightening as he swung hard. He spun the thing around a few times before letting it go, despite it being almost the same size as him, the weight was a bit heavier than Trex's.
The thing flew at two other Dataraptors, colliding and shattering on impact, sending the digital shrapnel in a spiraling spray and damaging its brethren. the two that it hit, shrugged off the attack, bright red number fifteens rising from each of them, and to the recipients of the firsts remains, glowing yellow number fours rose from them. Jack decided to take a more proactive stance, spotting the twin razor toes of his first kill, each of which were four feet long and curved inward at an increasingly tight ninety degree angle. He likened them to a combination of a short sword and a boomerang.
"Great, just fucking great!" He shouted, lobbing one of them with all his strength towards one of the more distant Dataraptors, the make shift weapons spun around the thing, slashing it multiple times before rising up and slipping through the middle of its heads, causing its form to explode violently in a mist of blue, green, red, and yellow. The lights rose from its and slammed into Jack, improving him just a bit more.
A blinding blue light erupted from beneath his feet, and rose rapidly to engulf his entire being. A bell sound, like an alarm, was heard as time froze again, bringing into his sight a flat panel filled with various stats. Strength, Defense, Life, Accuracy, Speed, Special and Normal Attack, and Data points. These all increased anywhere from one to ten points, their respective bars filling up just a little bit. Time resumed, his sight returned to the other Dataraptors charging him all at once, now realizing their prey was more dangerous than they had originally thought. Instinctively, or by some other means, he ran towards them, the makeshift weapon re-spawning in his his hand. Two of the monsters almost crushed him but he slid under the first, rapidly stabbing its joints, each time twisting hard, and finally jamming both Swoorderangs into the side of its head. the second, he simply spun around, his fist, weapon in hand, bursting through the back of the Dataraptors head, the rest of its body following suit. More experience flowed into him, more power, and more knowledge to kill entered his being.
"Come get some!" He screamed, the fourth, fifth, and sixth Dataraptors backing away slowly, though still visible. The fifths sides swung upwards, like the gull wing doors of a De'Lorean, and wires whipped outwards, wrapping around the fourth and Sixth creatures bodies and pulling them into the fifths. Their forms merged, the number of arms and tails increasing, the eyes glowing a red pink. the mouth sprouting new ferocious looking teeth. Jack wasted no time, he saw the thing growing in stature, growing new weapons, and had to look for any weakness available to him. then it started firing lasers out of its throat, two of which Jack dodged, the third one slicing open his cheek.
"Well, shit!" He commented, the new form of the Dataraptor almost taunting him with a mocking smile.
"Twiglight Gigabyte!" it crooned outwards, laughing stupidly.
"Yeah well, two can play at that game. Where the hell is my dog!?" Jack screamed, rushing towards the thing. The weapons in his hands, by some weird glitch in the code of Cracula, shifted in form till they glowed white hot with purifying energies. He swung hard in a string of blows that didn't seem to faze the thing in the least. He tried again and again, the blue giant Dataraptor simply looking at him curiously. He poured more energy into the attacks, slashing again and again until he was out of breath.
A point blank laser blast to the face sent Jack flying, this time around, the number was a bit higher, a ten.
[[TG part 4]]
[[Table of Contents]] Time had passed, too much time if Jack had his say. The last thing he remembered, the last moment he could recall, was fighting a changed Dataraptor. He had just leveled up, charged at the thing, the only goal was finding his dog. His father, or at least the image of him stored on Craculas hard drive left him alone in that god foresaken place. Then an error hit the entire system, he saw it fro mthe distance as he absorbed the yellow light from the fallen foe, it was a great red beam of energy, something that should never have been, yet for some reason was. That, with everything simply froze in place, gradually grew darker, till there was nothingness.
No movement.
No simulated life.
Nothing.
It was as if whatever energy powered the hulking super computer had been instantly sapped away, leaving only the rotting corpse of a once active CPU in its place.
Darkness.
Cold.
Motionless to the core.
With little to no mental activity, time slowed down for Jack.
He remembered the diagnoses the doctors had given his father.
Febaury 1st, 1992, 11:30 AM
Dragonwing Elementary
Jack was scared that day, he had gotten pulled from a swing set by a bigger kid that wanted his swing, even though there was a empty seat right next to him. The principal had gotten involved, calling both boys into his office. Steve had just gotten off a ten hour shift, already exhausted when he got the call.
"Your son was involved in an... incident."
"What happened?" Steve replied, looking like a giant that day.
The other boys mother standing right behind him.
"Well, if my little Richard was involved, this boy was most certainly the aggressor!" She said accusingly, glaring at Jack.
All he could do was stare at his feet.
"He was on the swing, and wouldn't get off."
"That's it?" Steve said, growing angry.
"That's why you called me at home while I was sleeping?"
"My richard is a-"
"Kid in need of a beating if a boy on a swing is what sets him off. Jack, grab your things. We're headed home."
The ride home was silent, Jack knew his dad was tired. Halfway home, Steve's beeper went off, and his eyes grew wide.
"Son, we're going to go to the doctor real quick, just know that you did nothing wrong today." He explained calmly.
1:10 PM
Saint Ferna Hospital
"I'm sorry, it's already spread to your lymph nodes, there's not much we can do, outside preventative treatments." The bastard had calmly said to him, Steve simply sitting on the doctors table, feeling ridiculous in the tiny paper gown that never closed right in the back.
Jack remembered the look on his fathers face so clearly. He remembered how Steve was numb to the news at first, indifferent, almost relaxed.
For Jack, the world became intensely magnified at that moment.
Steve's face, emotionless turned to Jack.
His brown eyes twinkling with a small, dying piece of happiness.
His taught, pursed lips spread into a smile.
His face, normally a tanned peach from working in the sun, turned a deep shade of red.
Tears began forming in his eyes.
The smile stretched downwards into a frown.
His face became a light pink, lightening into a pale shadow of itself.
Tears fell from his now bloodshot eyes, slowly trickling down pale white cheeks, the frown opened into the face of a healthy man given a death sentence.
The doctor stood uncomfortably, shifting from one side to the other, silently wondering when would be the perfect time to leave the room.
Steve stood up in a hurry, fists balled, eyes furious.
"HOW THE FUCK DID THIS HAPPEN!?" He screamed as he let a fist fly passed the doctor, impacting the wall with a dull thud.
The doctor stammered, his eyes wide with a slight panic. "Th-this could hap-happen to anyone! It's random, t-t-t-too much exposure to the sunlight, smoking, r-r-really, practically everything is a trigger now a days!" The words did nothing to soften the impact of the diagnoses.
December 25th, 2300, 4:22PM
Jack Rabbit server of League of LSDiety
Suddenly, a large whining noise was heard, too big to know exactly what was going on. Sparks flew, electricity flowed, RPMs rapidly increased, and slowly but surely, the thousand shades of blues, teals, grays, blacks, and whites grew.
Jack was in the same position, his mind snapped into focus. The remains of the Dataraptor he had just defeated decomposed into the thousands of yellow particles of light, each being sucked into Jack's body.
More power.
More knowledge
More experience.
A H.U.D. appeared in the corner of his sight, and Jack looked at the time and date that was displayed. Confusion overrode the previous fear, he had to look at the year for a full minute before it registered with him. "Three... Hundred... Years. I've only been in this thing for a week, and now you're telling me... I'VE BEEN STUCK LIKE THIS FOR THREE HUNDRED FUCKING YEARS!?"
There was anger in his voice.
Fear.
Anxiety.
The realization that his children, in the blink of an eye, had grown, experienced life, and died without seeing their father again. His ex wife was dead too, and though there was a residual anger in his mind, it too was over ridden by the large lump of emptiness that he felt.
December 26th, 2300, 5:57 PM
Jack was filled with determination, he had leveled up so much that the dataraptors changed into something far more gruesome looking, something terrifying, something that he never even thought about once.
Beings comprised of a thousand daisies, vines twisting, lengthening, evolving. Lines of once blue code turning a deep teal, changing to a light red with every pulse of thought that shuddered through their bodies. Jack just wanted to save his dog, Trex, who he assumed at this point was still alive in Cracula, whatever that word meant when inside a computer. to make things worse, the sky in the Jack Rabbit server wasn't the usual open blue space with white puffy clouds.
No, it was the outside physical world, he watched with terror as people simply walked by the decomposing supercomputer, their forms massive from his perspective, like physical gods walking outside the limits of the very universe, but still very visible.
"What the hell..." He asked himself, nearly taking a lethal hundred points of damage. The Flower things, only continued their assault on him, their hands a twisted and complex clockwork of vines, thorns, roots, and strange glowing lights.
He felt displaced.
Out of sorts.
No longer a part of the world he loved so very much.
Jack simply felt like a simply program.
Subroutines.
Coding.
Priority lists and actionable tasks that simply were done without noticing.
He knew that he was still Human, he had the memories, the emotion, the free will to act as he would.
But lately, he had begun to feel as though he were one of his sons many video game characters.
Lifeless.
Bouncy for no reason.
Stuck in place, until their was some form of input from the controller.
The sensation, for him alone, slowed time to a stand still as another memory played before him.
He was getting kind of sick of this.
[[TG part 5]]
[[Table of Contents]] August 1st, 1995, 2:30PM
Jacks apartment,
San Jose, California
He watched as Terrance played Gex: Enter the Gecko on his Playstation for what seemed like the fiftieth time, it was a very esoteric experience, as he had been studying Artificial Intelligence behavior and reaction times in Gaming for a company project he was only made aware of recently.
He was made aware by one of the more recluse programmers in Omegalphinu, a gaming studio currently under investigation by the FBI for injecting viral laced coding into many of their games that caused players consoles to overheat and fry out entire power grids if enough did so at the same time, of the more popular theory that the character models they create become semi sentient beings when bonded to a skeleton and inserted with A.I.
He felt a little strange after that, wondering if every enemy that was based off the same model was the exact same, or a slightly different one in terms of sentience. He watched Terrance yell and whoop every time the main character of the game, Gex, Tail whipped a ninja and spouted off a one liner that made his son giggle. Jack smiled, rubbing his hand through Terrance's hair, his son shaking it off with a silent glare.
"Do you think Gex's real?" The Middle School student asked, a small spark of curiosity forming in his mind.
Being the parent that he was, he replied with a mixture of honesty, fantasy, and hard truth. "Well, I guess in the sense that we can see and hear him, though he's just a video game character, little guy. what do you think?"
Terrance scrunched up his face in deep thought, it was something he did when he was in deep thought. Though to Jack, it only looked like he was trying not to poop himself.
"I think..."
Presently...
Terrance's voice trailed off, the sight of his son vanished in a flurry of hard coding and vein like strands of sub routines exploded in his sight.
The pieces of the subtle imagery fell away like a glass bulb exploding.
The fist of the flower thing coming towards him become his focus instantly. He managed to dodge half the blow, the impact first spinning his head, followed by his neck, torso, and the rest of his form.
"Ouch... God damn it... Just let me see my fucking dog! Why is that so hard to understand!?" He shouted, his eyes twisting in their sockets, attempting to try and make sense of where he was heading.
The area around him had changed in the four hundred years Cracula had been out cold.
Instead of a harsh blue, grey, black, and white polygonal landscape, the area around him had evolved into a lush blue green world, that seemingly stretched into the infinite, the sky a calming patchwork of random images mixed with the outside world passing by.
The land being a hilly valley, sometimes a forest would shoot straight upwards for miles, connected to the ground by only a few thin roots of the deepest black and gold.
The oceans, lakes and ponds weren't just solid masses of blue, they had depth to them, layers, differentials in light penetration, and actual ecosystems in them of aquatic creatures too complex for names, yet too simple for the basics of A.I. sentience to take hold.
Jack swore under his breath, the Flower thing continuing its chase through the air, as insect like wings ripped outwards, pushing the plant like creature forward.
The eyes of thing though.
That's what caught his attention.
The eyes felt as if they were just cameras leading to something, or someone much bigger than himself.
And that's when he noticed it, almost too far into the sky to notice, right large enough that it couldn't be mistaken.
A life bar, hovering over his head.
"The fuck, am I in a fighting game now!?" the Flower things eyes, blank slates of green, teal, and red seemed to confirm this as it put its thorny leaf like hands together, a small sphere of pollen gathering, like a physical ball of tightly compressed powder, only growing gradually bigger and bigger, till it threatened to consume the sky itself. He heard a low warbling noise,as if the thing were speaking in some ancient tongue as the ball of pollen was unleashed, the massive thing roaring through the air, seemingly tearing, clawing away at the sky as it closed the distance between itself and the intended target.
"Fuck! Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!" He screamed out loud, still flying uncontrollably through the air, only stopping when his head clipped the edge of a steely looking outcrop of a destroyed building.
'I think I broke my neck. Let me ch-' his head snapped back into place, as if by magic. 'This world is fucked up...' He thought to himself, he reached for the Datarangs but found only two small boxes at his sides.
"Damn it, the graphics must be too old to render properly... Let's see what i can come up with!" Jack thought long and hard, but upon realizing that the massive, almost moon sized ball of compressed pollen was about four miles from smashing into him, he rushed the process. the two small boxes became a crudely created set of man sized flame thrower barrels. Jack smiled widely, his eyes trailing the massive things, and than shame hit him in the manly part of his ego. the damned things were pink, sparkly, decorated with unicorns and princess tiaras.
"No... I am not a fucking princess!" He roared, a magical princess transformation taking place automatically, Jack striking a pose as the miniskirt fluttered in the wind.
His only words were, "In the name of the fucking moon, I'll obliterate you! Get wrekt!" The flame throwers went off, large ocean sized beams of liquid fire shot forward, igniting the moon sized object, burning away layer after layer of plant life, but it seemed like it wasn't enough, he needed something a hundred, no, a thousand times stronger.
"God damn it! Alright, Dark witch Umbraic shotgun!" He shouted, his cheeks flushing with intensity as the princess outfit shrank until it seemed he was almost naked except for three triangles covering his pecs and his groin.
"I feel like there should be something more... I dunno, less drafty. Yeah, that's the word." Jack shouted, the flame throwers becoming massive triple barreled shotguns. they blasted away, thundering in rapid fashion as entire chunks of the ball of pollen ripped away, the size went from a moon, to a meteor, to a small rock. It zipped through his left shoulder, and he felt as if a stick of dynamite had explode at the impact site. The Flower thing only cracked its neck this way and that. Jack rushed forward, the dual weapons becoming a pair of sleek looking broadswirds with faintly glowing runes etched into the air just above the hilts.
"I'm going to clip the shit out of you!" He screamed outwardly. The blades sinking slightly into the flower thing, but stopping halfway through the action.
"Oh come the hell on!"
The flower things eyes began to glow like embers in the distance.
"This... Is not good."
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