Ineffable

((Hehehehe...

Amazing. No other word for it.

And I bet I can predict everybodies parts!

Except for Devious's characters...Having trouble guessing his...

*Rifts into the future to find out*))

((Wow, I need to catch up...))

Lord H'taed simply reached out with his hand, and placed it on the carbon clone's forehead. It slowly spasmed and faded, the static haze that composed it roiling and writhing up H'taed's armored arm.

"...Refreashing...But where is Syne...?"

"Hey IDIOT. Just because Syne stole it in the first place doesn't mean she still has it! That other freak still has the box!" Noitpeced's condescending voice said in his ear.

"...I'm really not in the mood right now Noitpeced. Just rift me to where ever they are right now."

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A long time ago, Lord Diov had visited Praetorian Earth for unknown reasons. However, whilst there, he had forged a compact with Tyrant. All the denizens of the world had to be loyal to Lord Diov. Tyrant hadn't exactly liked this compact, but after being blasted halfway across his own capital city, he was a bit more accepting.

However, this did not mean he had to AID Lord Diov in any way. Merely being loyal to him was sufficient.

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Lord H'taed materialized out of thin air in Tyrant's lair. The big bad man himself was standing not a few feet away.

"YOU. You're guests have been tearing up my city. Go. Now. GET. OUT." He hissed.

"Fine by me." H'taed said cheerfully, and headed for the exit. He paused to smelt one of Tyrant's many statues of himself before leaving.

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H'taed watched the fight unfold from his hiding spot. Then he saw Aoleleb form his dimensional energy sword. Lord H'taed saw his chance.

Lord Diov was a tenth dimensional being, although he had influence and control way beyond that.

"Noitpeced. Get me the specs on that blade." H'taed whispered.

"Fifth dimensional. He's obviously an amatuer...And we finally have some info on him as well. Aoleleb, self proclaimed gaurdian of dimensional stability and balance."

Lord H'taed raised an invisible eyebrow.

"Well he's not doing a very good job of it. Lord Diov has oblitered HOW MANY universes now due to extreme boredom?"

"Give the poor guy some credit. He can only save one dimension, one time, one alternate reality in order. For someone with that many restrictions, he's doing a good job. So don't blame him, blame the organization he works for."

"Look, we're branching off topic. Do something about the sword."

~Your wish is my command.~

Lord H'taed turned to see no one other then Lord Diov standing in the shadows.

~I am not actually here. I am simply your...Familier...I can aid you somewhat in your battle using my manipulative powers over dimensional potential and capability. For example. Aoleleb's dimensional sword there...~

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Suddenly the sword in Aoleleb's sputtered...

The patron effectively cut off the source of power flow for Aoleleb. He closed down the dimensional links and paths to the dimension Aoleleb was connected to.

The sword vanished.

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~Now let us wait for the opprotune moment to strike. Remember, I am not actually here. I am more of a patron, guiding and protecting you, then an actual fighter. I am limited to a certain degree, since I'm not actually here. For one thing, aside from my dimensional manipulation, I cannot interact with the physical, mental, spiritual, or any other plane whilst here. Also, my patron form only lasts for about an hour before dispersing.~

Lord H'taed narrowed his eyes.

"You're not even the real Lord Diov are you? You're one of his husk clones...You're Mr. Diov. The real Lord Diov wouldn't have any limitations, he would simply show up and flux shift the entire dimension."

The patron nodded.

~Yes and no. I am more of an inherit ability unlocked by you. Lord Diov is your patron. As of such, you may conjure a represenative of him to aid you in battle.~

"So you're a bit like Ghost Widow?"

~Yes, only instead of possessing the subject's body and manifesting my powers through them, I simply...Float around...A bit like one of your voltaic sentinels.~

"Ah...Well, le us continue to watch and wait my...Patron...whatever you are. We shall strike soon."

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((The above pretty much explains everything. If you've read Lord Diov's backround in "the Void Eclipse" that should explain just about everything. He can manipulate Dimensional potential and capability on an unparalleled scale. Of course, since this is only a measly representative of him, the patron is nowhere near as powerful of course. Just treat his attacks as Gravity/Darkness. Also, all these attacks are generated into Lord H'taed, so he is the one using the actual powers.

Exactly like Patron Powers.))

Don't you dare get me involved.

Too late.

Do not read the following post if you do not care to listen to a huge rant.

You have been warned.




I take it if you have reached this point, you intend on continue to read this post.

/rant

I have struggled not to lose my temper of patience with your so called "stories" and "ideas."

I have a few suggestions suggestions...No COMMANDS for you.

A: IF you write anything, make sure it has substance.

B: Don't bump your own thread.

C: Post all your stuff in ONE THREAD.

D: Don't tell people to shut up when YOU are the one who needs to be shutting up yourself. Why don't you LISTEN? Maybe then your posts wouldn't be huge practical jokes!

Let’s take an old example of some of your antics, shall we?



I'm DARK-Bot 1. Part of Arachnos Project DARK (See Arachnos Project DARK). My contacts tell me that Longbow has set up a base in Mercy Mercy. I've brought my teammate, Dr. Theed to help me clear it out. I've also heard that the hero, Energy Attacker is there. Right now we're on the first floor. Longbow is crawling all over the place. All of a sudden Energy Attacker and 12 Longbow jump out in front of us. "Stop in the name of the law!" Yells Energy Attacker. Thinking quickly Dr. Theed shoots him with a laser blast and I send the Longbow flying with a super punch. The heroes down and all of the Longbow are cleared out. Mission complete.


The above is a post made by you. This could be considered a “bad post.” Another user of the forums by the name of Guiding_Spirit is now going to attempt to be constructive and kind. He does this by re-writing your story in a more colorful way, making it look decent and respectable. Here it is…


Hey mate, how's it going?

Um, this is a story, right? Well, under that assumption, I think you may need some help.
Firstly, the length might need to be worked on. One paragraph won't do much in anyone's mind, so I may be able to help you flesh it out.

All of a sudden Energy Attacker and 12 Longbow jump out in front of us. "Stop in the name of the law!" Yells Energy Attacker.

Here, let's add a bit of description.


Coming from the blue, 12 Longbow agents surrounded me, training their weapons upon me and Dr. Theed. A thirteenth, more unique character, joined their group, his eyes hard and focused on us.
Settling back into a fighting pose, I flexed my hand experimentally. A worried look crossed some of the newer Longbow recruit's faces, but the Captain settled them down with one direct look.
Tension filled the air, Dr Theed shuffled restlessly next to me, his outstanding mind go through various scenes and possible strategies to get us out of this mess. Catching my eye, he nodded twice, giving me a signal we had agreed upon before we had entered into this melee. Moving at impossible speeds, I quickly knocked out two Longbow Agents and spun wildly, searching for my next victim.

"Stop in the name of the law!" The strange, thirteenth member of the Longbow group said. A memory sparked in my mind, and I quickly assumed that this was the hero called Energy Attacker. Leaping for me, his hands began glowing as he manipulated the energy flowing through the air, intent on causing me harm.
Dr Theed reacted quickly. Pulling a small laser gun from his pocket, his sent two, small concussion blasts into the chest of the hero, throwing him into the air and away from me. While the Longbow agents were watching their hero fly for the first time, I used their distraction to disarm, knock out, or in the case of one, unfortunate Longbow, kill.
Satisfied, I smiled evilly, sharing a triumphant look with Dr Theed.

"Mission complete."


See how I fleshed that half of the paragraph into roughly three paragraphs? It can be as easy as that. Describing how things look, feel, sound, taste or smell can increase the length by tons, keep the readers interested and other people smiling.

C ya!
Guiding Spirit


Thank you very much Guiding_Spirit. Now, how does our subject deal with this new post? Hmmm?

You quote it and slope the entire thing right below the original post.

Not. Right.

Here is what you did wrong…

You “bumped” your thread. This happens whenever somebody intentionally posts next to nothing, or posts irrelevant information that has already been clearly conveyed in a recent space of time.

You also pretty much stole his work and claimed it for yourself, instead of bothering to do any work yourself.

I’m going to say the exact same thing our Guiding_Spirit said. Feel free to use more detail. Flesh out your story, make it come to life. However, cutting and pasting from something that has already been written and does not belong to you does not in any way qualify as creative writing. Sorry to break it to you, but that is not how life works!

Next. Above all, do not insult viewers who post in your threads unless in EXTREME cases, and even then, you still aren’t allowed to insult Lazarus, of all people. Do not post negative opinions or views about other people unless, again, extreme circumstances arise.

Feel free to respond however you wish to this post of mine. I will not be checking back at any point in time in ANY of your threads unless otherwise informed by other sources that you have finally had some brains inserted into the currently empty vacuum that is your skull.

I used to be just like you. I am not trying to start a flame war and/or argument. This is some advice. From my own personal experiences. I still have not yet entirely recovered from all the [censored] I have caused, and I am merely trying to spare you the same ordeal.

/endrant

Now think happy thoughts. Cheers.

Sin-Ninrak’s Vantage

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In a single moment there was blazing light and energy, and the uncounted specks and flakes of energy stormed in a giant maelstrom of untold power…

And then, everything dispersed, and reality slowly faded back in.

Inside a plain grey room with no discernable features save for two silver doors on opposite sides of the room, and a single podium in front of one door, an entire Rikti assault team materialized.

Sin-Ninrak was a Rikti War master. However, he used to be human, so it was very strange to see an evolved human-rikti hybrid rise to such a high position. He had been ordered by his unknown superiors to come to this dimension. An old ally, who’s name was only known by the oldest of the Rikti, needed assistance in an expedition in an unexplored dimension. The few friends this being had left among the Rikti immediately sent Sin-Ninrak and no less then an entire garrison of Rikti troops and drones.

The Rikti horde waited in the room.

Suddenly, in a flash of light, a large mechanical being, and a complete mob of robotic drones materialized into the room.

The robotic being was six feet tall, clad head to toe in dark red battle armor. Its left hand held a machete, and its entire right arm was an enormous arm cannon. A third arm detached from the right arm, with a normal and empty cyber hand protruding from it. The robot’s head was roughly oval shaped, with a beak-shaped protrusion jutting from the front, and two glass eyes leering with purple light.

“Greetings Rikti meat-sacks. I am Flawless Freak, mercenary extraordinaire. I was aware that this expedition would attract countless possible military and rogue forces, but I was not aware it would attract such forces as low-caliber as you.” Said the condescending and smug metallic voice of Freak Force.

I managed to narrow his eyes, even though they had already been narrowed to begin with.

‘I wasn’t aware that malfunctioning junk heaps such as yourself would even know about this expedition, let alone even have the stupidity to join it.’ I thought. Strangely enough, he was not speaking in Rikti mind-speak. He had originally spoken it, but decided that using normal speech was less time-consuming. He still had some independence from the influence of the pure Rikti, it seemed.

“Taunting and fighting each other will not get you anywhere.” Said a cold voice. Everyone in the room turned to see Nemesis, fully clad in his signature battle armor, standing tall in the shadows of a corner. A platoon of soldiers surrounding him. “It only allows enemies to get closer to you…Like me, for example.”

“I am currently identifying a cowardly show-off. Calculations predict that there is a 0.0000000001% chance you are the real Nemesis. Typical.” Flawless Freak stated in the same condescending and smug voice.

‘No more typical then a lesser pile of junk not recognizing a SLIGHTLY more advanced pile of junk, and making the mistake of thinking that that more advanced trash heap is inferior to you.’ I thought.

“If this place no longer registers as neutral ground, please inform me of such so that my compatriots and I can commence firing.” Said Flawless Freak coolly as the drones behind him raised their weapons.

“You would be reduced to a pile of slag before you could get off your first shot.” Said Nemesis’s cold voice, as several of his troops tensed and reached for their brass weapons.

‘Fighting will only allow enemies to get closer. Like us.’ I thought smugly as my troops aimed their plasma rifles as Nemesis’s troops.

“That line sucks, and it is made even worse by the fact that it was already used.” Flawless Freak stated.

“I think all of you are missing the point.” Said a crackling voice from nowhere.

In a storm of electricity, a giant ten foot tall figure blazed out of nowhere into the center of the room. He was decked head to toe in medieval style armor, with blood red mystic tribal runes running over it. Clawed hands crackled with energy, and a soft glow emanated from a gem on the giant’s belt. A hood completely obscured his face, hiding everything in shadows, save for his two red glowing eyes. Spines grew out of his shoulders, static haze running up and down them.

“None of you should be fighting. Because I can kill you all before you can blink.”

“Unable to identify hostile entity.” Flawless Freak said.

‘And what are you supposed to be? A mere human? Another pitiful mech?’ I thought.

“Something beyond you, most likely.” Nemesis said in his cold voice, seemingly not surprised at all.

“Silence.”

Everyone turned.

A figure, shrouded head to foot in a black cloak, was atop the podium.

“I did not bring you here to fight.”

Every slowly lowered their weapons.

“Good. All of you know me, and at the same time, you do not know me. You’re masters probably know who I am, but they dare not utter my name. I have summoned you all here for an…expedition…of sorts. We are in a bunker on an unexplored planet in a previously unknown dimension. I want you to explore it, and secure it. You do not need to know why this one planet is important yet. So don’t ask for any details. I will send each group of you to a separate section of the planet to occupy. I expect the entire planet to be secure within a month, Terran time. As you all know, I have paid all of you and your masters a considerable amount of…valuables…in advance, with a garuntee for more if you all succeed in this expedition. Any questions?”

There was a slight pause.

“Are we allowed to even ask qu-“ The giant armored figure began.

“No.” Said the cloaked figure.

“Then what was the point of even saying th-“ Flawless Freak started to ask.

“I’m not answering that. Are you all ready to go?”

Flawless Freak nodded. Nemesis gave a short bow. The giant shrugged.

I simply glared at the dark space beneath the figure’s hood, but I quickly looked away. I had seen something, and I didn’t care to see anymore of it.

“Then go.” The figure said.

And with a series of pops, flashes of light, and small hazes of static, everyone departed from the room.

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My troops and I were transported to an icy region of this planet, atop a tall mountain. I sent out the drones, and had them patrol the area around the mountain. The mentalists began to use their minor telekinetic abilities to start assembling a base. The ordinary soldiers started looking for caves, making sure they were clear, and began mining for more space. The mountain was large, easily a few miles tall. Everything was going well for a while. Until…

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I stood before a solid black wall of a gleaming substance in a cave. I watched as my soldiers fired plasma bolts, telekinetic waves of force, and try to carve the stuff with their swords. Nothing. All the attacks simply seemed to slide off the wall of the strange material.

‘Ignore it for now.’ I thought. All the others gave off feelings of confusion. They still weren’t used to me, and how I didn’t talk in mind-speak. Too bad for them.

I returned to my hastily assembled control room. A screen on the wall monitoring the progress of my troops. Most of the mountain had been carved out, save for instances where the kept running into walls of the same strange black material.

Still, the strange stuff only composed 10% of the mountain. Soon, the entire place would be turned into a fortress, and I would be able to start manufacturing more drones to spread over the wilderness and “secure” this section of the planet.

I thought occurred to me. This planet was huge. Easily bigger then some suns. Yet its gravity was roughly equal to Earth’s. And why would their mysterious employer only hire four different groups? Three if you didn’t count the lone giant. There were a lot of them, but surely they couldn’t hope to cover the entire planet.

I grimly reviewed the reports as the days wore on. We would eventually run out of the needed resources to manufacture drones, and we were still nowhere near securing our section of the planet.

Then I finally realized something.

The other groups would probably run into the same problem. None of them could possibly hope to secure their sections either without running out of resources as well. However, why couldn’t they just steal the needed resources from someone else’s territory? Nemesis needed brass to make his automatons, and my mountain stronghold was abundant in brass. At the same time, I needed a special rare alloy to manufacture my drones, and while I was running out of it, scouts reported that Nemesis had vast holdings of lands filled with nothing but the alloy I would need.

Then again, why bother even just stealing? Nemesis wouldn’t like that one bit.

No, I would have to wipe him out entirely, and claim his own territory for myself.

I had just found out the answer to a huge riddle.

Our mysterious employer had brought us all here to fight each other.

But why…?

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End of Simulation. Shifting vantage point. Please wait…

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Welcome to Husk Corporation Mainframe.

Enter User Classification and Password.

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Processing…Done.

Accessing Probability Generator.

Initiating setup. Material ?, Unknown Planet, Destroyed Dimension, Lord Diov.

Running Configuration.

This probability has restricted access. Please enter User Classification, Password, and Guild.

********

***********

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Apologies. Access granted.

Configuration Finished. Probability Drive found matches to recreate your requested configuration to the 100th percent tile.

Data:

Un-Discovered Dimension. One planet, approximately 291,053,774 km. In diameter. Terran climate. No sentient life forms.

Time: 932,677,293,106,594,213,385 years ago.

Coordinates: Unable to locate. Dimension has either been destroyed or restricted to your security clearance.

Possible Time tracks: None located. Either ALL possible time tracks of the Dimension in question has been destroyed, or the Dimension is restricted to your security clearance.

Alternate Realities: None located. Either ALL possible Alternate Realities have been destroyed, or the Dimension is restricted to your security clearance.

Current Status:

The Probability Generator has determined that there is a 100% chance this dimension was destroyed, along with all possible time tracks, alternate realities, and so forth. Seeing as your security clearance is of the very highest level, this narrows down the list of possible available statuses for this dimension.

We will now simulate the ENTIRE history of this planet that has been observed by individual beings, of course, you may choose to switch your vantage point from being to being at any time, as well as pausing time, rewinding it, and fast forwarding.

Enjoy your simulation.

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Initiating Simulation. Please wait.
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You are walking along __________ when you find a strange black book on the ground. It appears to be a diary, but has no dates, and no name listed anywhere. You decide to read it to pass the time. Sometimes you put the thing down, but there’s always something there that you feel you know about…But that you can’t put your finger on. Something that makes you want to finish reading the diary. You also notice something particularly odd. The language the journal is written in seems to change every time you open or close it. Whenever this happens, you keep opening and closing it until it hits a language you can read. Some of the others you don’t recognize don’t even look human in origin.

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349,261,659 years ago…

Or 683,247,092,774 years in the future, if you prefer.

Or wait, is that…

But no…

DAMNIT.

Ok, if you are me…It is 349,261,659 years in the past.

If you are somebody else who does not travel through time and space on a regular basis, it is 683,247,092,774 years in the future.

There we go, that sorts everything else out.

Ever since I betrayed my god, and was sent here to this planet…I discovered that some of the local life forms here keep something they call a “dairy.” It is a very interesting concept, apparently formed as a way to keep track of interesting moments in one’s life, or to list things to remember later. I have decided to write one myself over the course of my next venture.

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Dear Diary.

Today I have set out to the future of this planet, by approximately 298,324,576,194,348,294,280,886,264 years. Upon my arrival, I discovered that the sun had blown up, and consumed the entire galaxy. What dreary business. Time had also apparently run out, or stopped, as I’ve heard it put, but something kept existence going, somehow. I expect it is to prevent that which lies beneath from getting free, but I have not ventured far into that area of research yet. I don’t intend to for quiet a long while. I was eventually able to return back to present times, but it was difficult considering I was not used to manipulating reality without time. It made things so very frustrating.
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Dear Diary.

Today I decided to try and find out what things were like before time even started. Interestingly enough, I found that the same force that had replaced time in the future was there as well. I considered trying to travel to the extreme past of this past, or perhaps the extreme future of the future I had visited, but decided that I would discover more of the same. Maybe I shall look into it later.

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Dear Diary.

Today I left this strange planet…I believe it is called Earth, but I have lost interest in it. Maybe I’ll come back for a vacation or something if time allows. I have discovered an “entity” in another dimension, and he has offered to teach me more about existence. I took up its offer, and have already learned several interesting things, and how to further manipulate the powers of my gem.

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Dear Diary.

The entity died. It was quiet unexpected, he just flickered out. I guess even higher beings like it can die. It was a real pity to, it said it was going to teach me about essence today. I found another prospective teacher, however. His name is Nemesis, and he appears to be a dimensional traveler like me, so we have often been able to travel together into the past and future, through separate areas of existence. His means of transportation, however, are rather limited. He uses devices he calls portals, and he remarks on how amazing my ability to manipulate dimensional potential to travel through time and space is in comparison to his portals. He knows much more, however, about how reality actually works, and I am content to learn. All he asks in return is that I power some sort of machine using my gem, and I agreed, considering the potential of this gem is unlimited, and using a few extra drops of power won’t do any harm.

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Dear Diary.

One day Nemesis left. He said he had found a source of unlimited radiation, some being called Hallucinogen. We parted ways there, and we sometimes meet in random points of space, where we usually talk for a while before either him or I need to leave. I shall miss him.

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Dear Diary.

I decided to go back to Earth, however, I selected a random alternate reality. I was pleasantly surprised to find that humans had been extinct for several thousands of years now, and that the Rikti were now the primary race on the planet. I spent a few decades there, learning more about reality. I also took an interest in the technology and machinery they have, so I began to study that as well. Eventually I could build a “mother ship,” in under an hour using my powers. My Rikti mentors were very pleased that day. Finally, the Rikti could teach me no more, so I bid farewell and departed.

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Dear Diary.

After visiting an alternate reality where the Rikti ruled, I decided to branch into the world of magic. I went to an alternate reality where the Circle of Thorns had taken over the world, however I was easily able to outdo even the strongest of mages, and I found their various magics and artifacts crude and simple. I decided I would have to travel to a different dimension all-together.

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Dear Diary.

I have not made an entry in over a century…And for someone like me who shifts along the currents of time like a fish in a river, a hundred years is a very short span of time…However, several other beings have mentioned it to be a long amount of time, which I find odd. I have spent this time studying and learning.

And no matter where I go.

No matter what technology there is.

No matter what magics and artifacts there are.

I find all of it…Old…I already know all of it…And I am usually already familiar with how everything works. I am not revisiting the same realities or dimensions, so it is quiet unusual.

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Dear Diary.

I have finally discovered something I don’t know through and through.

Sadly, I know enough to be 50% efficient in it. Technomancy. However, most of it was very simple. Nothing dramatic. I’ll have to look into this.

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Dear Diary.

I have been studying and branching into Technomancy for well over a millennia now…The years just blew by like they didn’t even exist.

I have one conclusion after my research.

I have advanced it more then any other being or entity currently known of in all of existence. I am even coming up with new formulas and experiments in my mind every passing second, developing new theories and laws. Is it possible I am the most technologically and magically advanced creature in all of known reality?

It is a possibility. I am uncertain, however.

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Dear Diary.

Today I discovered an interesting dimension.

It has only a single planet in it. It is approximately 291,053,774 KM. in diameter.

On this planet there is a naturally occurring substance with…Unusual…Properties. It seems as though nothing can affect the material aside from separate samples of the material itself. A material disconnected from reality? I wondered for a while how I could even grip the stuff…When I realized the air was compressed around it, always trying to break through its anti-reality aura. It creates something not unlike an atmosphere, which allows me to grip it.

I can only dream of what I could do with this material. However, until a proper application to even use it has been found…

But wait.

I have the most powerful source of energy in existence. I’ll just use some power and FORCE the material to bend to my will. Genius.

I’ll set up an expedition to the planet soon. I plan on making a weapon out of the stuff. I have a particular fondness of Scythes, that is only impeded by the lack of a material strong enough for my needs or tastes. Perhaps this new discovery will solve that.

Maybe I’ll even make…Yes, I can see it now…A huge tower out of the stuff? HA! How I dream…

Sadly, once I get enough samples, I’ll have to destroy the universe. I must make sure nobody else has this material. It will be MY discovery, MY prize. MY reward for my mastery over dimension potential and probability!

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Dear Diary.

I am about to leave on my expedition. I just realized something.

Having a diary to write in is a very silly and stupid thing. Good bye.

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You finally close the diary, having finished the last entry. “Who WROTE this thing?” You ask yourself.

You’ll probably never know.

Hello again everyone.

I am afraid that due to unexpected circumstances in real life have intervened. Both parties will have to be canceled.

Sorry. Happy Holidays anyway.

Small correction...

The event is being moved to 10:30 P.M. central time on wednesday.

Hehehehe...

Prodiguy is gonna love this...

His fatal weakness is vaguely sick jokes...

It's the thought that counts, term.

Greetings mortals, machines, aliens, undead, and unidentified life forms. I am Lord Diov, and I invite you all to my Special Winter event in pocket D, in the world known as the test server!

Lord Diov will be hosting a series of both normal and bizaar contests. The winner of each event will receive...

No less then FIVE presents...

500,000 infamy...

And qualification for my special "Parallel Mystery Prize!"

Events will include...

Costume Contests!

Most Evil, Most Virtuous, and Best overall.

Racing Contests!

Ski Races, Hypersling races, Escape races, and Catch Races.

Arena Duels!

Most bloody vicious god of war, Pure Passivest, and Arena Oddity.

Misc.

Scavenger Hunt, Hide and seek.


Event Rules:

Costume Contests:

Most Evil: Make a costume that inspires Doom, Evil, Despair, Blah blah blah...

Most Virtuous: Make a costume only a saint could wear.

Best Overall: The name says it all.

Races:

Ski Race: Players will race down the ski slope!

Hypersling Race: How fast can you use every gas jet in the winterland?

Escape Race: Players must ski down the slope while trying not to be "caught" by me. Every player caught must assist the catcher in catching more people as they go down the ski slope multiple times.

Catch Race: You must try to catch me as I ski down the slope. The first person to catch me wins.

Arena:

Most bloody vicious god of war: You are a master of bloodshed and slaughter. You have no mercy, and death is all you know. Simply win the deathmatch to win this round.

Pure Passivest: Get either zero kills, or wind up in last place. Yes, even the loser gets something.

Arena Oddity: Tie another person for the above two contests. Both tied people will receive a reward.

Misc:

Scavenger Hunt: I have selected various items throughout Pocket D. People will pair up and find certain objects throughout the dimension, confirming they were there by listing the cordinates. The pair which finds the most objects in the time limit wins!

Hide and Seek: Be the last to be found, and you win!

BONUS!

To win my special "Parallel Mystery Prize" simply win 3 or more of the above events!

People who participate in my special winter event will receive a present just for coming!

The event will be running for two days!

Wednesday, at 9:00 P.M. central, and Thursday, also at 9:00 P.M. central.

I hope to see you all there! If you have any comments/concerns, please send me a PM.

Hello all.

This is a bit of a Q and A section. A lot of people have been sending me emails about various detailsm and so I wrote this to answer a few of the most common questions.



Q: How come the inside of the creature was over a mile wide and tall when the creature is only a mile long, and in my viewpoint, not even a mile high?

A: The ship that has been infested has traces of minor technomancies within it, warping space and time, expanding the inside area of the creature without effecting the outside.

Q: Wouldn't that brain thingie been obliterated by a super speeding Lord H'taed smashing into it?

A: Erm...Well...Umm...You see...

...

Alas, Alackaday, Therefore.

THAT'S WHY.

Q: How did that crystal provide the energy needed to create that portal? If that's all that ws needed, they should have already had a crystal like that on hand somehwere in that tower.

A: Lord Diov provided most of the power that fueled EVERYTHING in Husk Corp. using his gem. Seeing as it was stolen, they needed to find a new power source.

Q: The Archnow and the Divine work for Demon Void? But wait, he originally killed them!

A: He ressurected them as well. Think undeadish slaves.

Q: Buhwha? Twisted Essence doesn't actually do anything!

A: Go figure. I never liked him anyway.

Q: The weapons and systems that the H.C.D.C. used seemed confusing and complicated. Could you descirbe them for me?

A: The Negation pellets drain gravity from a specified area, which creates a miniature implosion in the area as gravity rushes back to fill the space.

The Flux beams fire "beamish" shapped tears in space.

The Essence Rays project a field of sapping energy which drains the essence out of all potential matter, thus destroying it.

The parallel cannon fires a miniature black hole, and a miniature sun. These orbit around each other while heading for the target. Upon hitting said target, the sun burns, the black hole obliterates. Then they collide and fuse, creating a super nova and a energy implosion at the same time. This is not a good thing.

The dimensional furnace just fires huge "waves" of space which are twisted and unstable, effectively destroying anything caught in these waves.

Finally, the legs are tipped with dimensional portals which "cut" and sever things off as it connects.

Q: ZOMGZBBQ what is that material again?

A: The material is a material hich cannot be affected by reality. Nothing aside from other samples of the same material can interact with the material. The only reason you can walk on it is because the air compresses into a solid surface against it.

Q: Where did Noitpeced go during that final fight of doom?

A: He was busy piloting the H.C.D.C.

Q: That bit about Charles and Emily harvesting all that meat is kinda ominous...You have something planned using that dn't you?

A: yes. I do. Let's leave it at that.

The Dark Dragon pulled back its right fist, and let it loose like a cannonball, hitting the H.C.D.C. on its side.

However, it seemed that the entire super weapon was still made of the same non-effectible material, even after its transformation. The attack had about the same amount of effect as attacking a wall with a toothpick.

~You've been busy.~ Demon Void's voice reverberated throughout the dimension.

"I try." Lord Diov's voice rang in response.

The H.C.D.C suddenly curled into a circular roll, much like a snake, then lashed out with its eight foremost joints. Eight sharpened tips of the special material, surrounded by dimensional flux pierced the skin of the Dark Dragon.

The beast roared again, and as it opened its mouth, intense energy, greater then that of a million suns rolled out.

It didn't even heat the material.

The H.C.D.C. was programmed to ignore most attacks, considering its special armor. So it took the time to aim its various turrets and cannons at the dragon.

Negation pellets, Flux beams, and Essence rays rushed towards the dark dragon. Most of the hits scored, and literally ripped the dragon to shreds. One of its arms even broke free of the body and drifted through space...

Only to float back and reconnect seamlessly to the dragon.

~I have been busy as well, however...~

The Dark Dragon raised both of its massive fists above its head, and brought them down on the H.C.D.C.

The material could not be affected by reality. However, the space around the material could. If enough force was applied, the air pressure could overpower the no-existence aura and shove the material back, although the material its self would still not interacts with reality.

Needless to say, this blow was powerful enough to send the H.C.D.C. spiraling through the dimension. It eventually stopped.

"If that is the best you can do, you stand no chance. A tiny shove?" Lord Diov's mocking voice rang throughout the dimension.

Then the H.C.D.C. started to curl up, until it resembled a tire. It then started to spin...

Like a shurikan, it shot forward, and ripped straight through the Dark Dragon's torso, cutting the beast in half. The H.C.D.C. continued to spin for a few hundred miles before stopping and turning to see what it ha done.

The dragon had reconnected its body, no signs of the injury remained.

"I don't think we can actually hurt it..." Charles said thoughtfully in Lord Diov's office. "But it doesn't seem to be able to hurt us either. Why not just leave him be?"

"Because he would cause us so much trouble in the future it isn't worth it. He either dies now, or he slowly kills us off one by one." Lord Diov responded.

The Dark Dragon lowered its head and shoulders...

And suddenly millions of black spines grew from its body, and shot out towards the H.C.D.C.

They bounced harmlessly off.

The H.C.D.C. ignoring the attack as it had been launched had begun to prepare its own attack.

The giant parallel cannon on its back at the 100th story mark suddenly rotated and took aim at the dragon.

The next second, a miniature Black Hole formed, followed by a miniature sun. They revolved around each other while rapidly spinning towards the Dragon.

The two mini-orbs of cosmic doom hit the dragon dead center. The sun's monstrous gravity tore huge chunks of flesh away from the dragon and incinerated it. The black hole also tore away chunks of the dragon's skin, but absorbed them and converted them into massive energy streams which it then shot it every direction, tearing up even more of the massive avatar.

As a final touch, the two orbs of light and darkness swirled and mashed into each other, creating a massive implosion and explosion at the same time.

Nothing of the dragon was left once everything had cleared.

Then a tiny black dot appeared. It grew, and grew, and grew...

Until the Dark Dragon floated in the dimension again.

"Ok. That's just not right." Lord Kuro said.

"Project Catastrophe still has a few tricks left..." Muttered Lord Diov.

The dragon roared again.

This time, it rushed forward at a huge speed, and bit the H.C.D.C.

Surprisingly enough, the giant tower/millipede quickly crawled down the Dark Dragon's throat...

A few minutes later, the dragon exploded as the immense firepower of the tower's systems ripped it apart again. The H.C.D.C. writhed out of the dragon's stomach, and floated free once again.

The dragon reformed again.

And was immediately blasted away into nothingness again. The H.C.D.C.'s dimensional mouth furnace had breathed out its own attack, bathing a good deal of the area with unstable dimensional anomalies.

The dragon, impossibly, reformed again.

"How long is this going to go on exactly?" Lord Tribal asked.

Lord Diov shrugged.

"Let me try a few more things..."

-----

A "few things" consisted of over thirty more various hidden systems and weapons. No matter how many times the H.C.D.C. struck Demon Void's avatar down, it kept reforming from nothing.

"Diov, either kill that thing already or form a new plan." Lord H'taed said in an irritated voice.

"I already have a plan. The problem is that he reforms too fast...If he was a tiny bit slower, I could probably pull it off..." Diov said.

"Try a monologue..." Suggested Lord Walker.

"Oh shut up." Lord White said.

"Actually, that's not a half bad idea...There's only one slight change I want to make to it..." Diov muttered.

-----

As the Dark Dragon was obliterated for the thirty seventh time...

"So what are we going to do, Demon Void? Battle it out until this young dimension becomes old and eventually collapses?"

~.....~ Demon Void remained silent as he reformed yet again.

"Let's face it. You can't leave this dimension, you can only influence things that happen outside it, and not much else. If you continue this fight, it will go on forever, and you will lose when your own dimension collapses and kills you. I don't care how powerful you are, you can't reform when there is nothing to reform in."

~.....You'll drive yourself insane in there waiting for that to happen. This tower of yours will rot and fa-~

The dragon was obliterated again. It reformed.

~...il long before my dimension collapses.~

The dragon grabbed the millipede/tower in its hands, and tried to break it over one of its knees, to no avail.

"Technically speaking, I already am insane." Said Lord Diov cheerfully. "I am ready to sit back and relax while this tower of mine does all the work."

~...Feh...~

"Oh, and by the way, why are we fighting again?"

~The gem.~

"Well, yes, obviously that, but WHY?"

~The gem has a link to the vo-" The dragon dispersed into billions of tiny pieces before reforming. ~-id. It grants potentially unlimited power.~

"That's still not really a reason we are fighting."

~Don't be ridiculous. Of course it is.~ The Dragon delivered another haymaker to the H.C.D.C. sending it spiraling away again, but doing no damage.

"I don't know...I mean you're a god, probably more then that...Do you really need any more power?"

~Well...If I want to unite every single dimension...~

"Oh, tish tosh. Your empire will slowly rot and fall apart. Most nations fall from within,"

~You have a poi...~

The dragon was blasted into oblivion again. It reformed again.

~...nt. Should we really be fighting? This does seem like a useless fi-~

The dragon dispersed again as another super-weapon blew it away. However, the little black dot was growing at a smaller rate this time.

Just enough time for Lord Diov to pull a dirty little trick.

-----

Lord Diov rifted by the little black orb.

"Gotcha."

He lifted his hand. The gem was in it.

"You want the power of the Void so much? You can have it."

Lord Diov activated the gem, and drew more then the usual amount he usually took.

Then he rifted away.

-----

"Get us out of here. Now." Lord Diov said.

The next second, the H.C.D.C. vanished from the dimension.

-----

Demon Void reformed again to see the tower was gone.

~...Diov? Where have you gone?~

Then the Dark Dragon glanced downwards.

Then screamed. The very space around it seemed to shouter at the noise.

A tiny hole had appeared to have been poked in space. And an inky blackness was seeping through...

-----

And so Demon Void was consumed by that which he was originally created from. The Void.

It was ironic, really. When the group had started their quest, it had been to stop another Void Eclipse from happening. In the end, they made it repeat again.

And so...

The Void Eclipse rose, and it consumed all.

-----

Epilogue:

The Psycho Fear was given the choice of being freed or working for Husk Corporation for services rendered. The collective declined, and now roams the skies of the Rogue Islands, killing and terrorizing whoever it pleases in peace.

*****

Charles and Emily Dark Aura moved back to their apartment in Sharkhead Island. They immediately used the reward money they had gotten from Lord Diov to move to Grandville, and now own their own lab, independent of Arachnos, where they started work on a secret project.

*****

The seven husk lords returned to the television dimension. They got nothing. This didn't seem to bother any of them one bit.

*****

Lord H'taed remained as Lord Diov's right hand man. They never speak of the tale again, and life goes on as normal for him.

*****

Lord Diov didn't seem to change one bit, although he now seems a bit more ponderous. He continues his search for, "The other two, who have one of the three."

*****

Demon Void was never heard or seen or thought of again. The Void had done its work.

*****

And as for the Void its self?

Let's just say that the Void Eclipse had fallen for now.

But it would rise again someday, to remind everyone just how little and insignificant they really were.

The Void Eclipse would rise again.

"Holy [censored]!" Lord Tribal said in pure disbelief. "Since when was he able to do THAT?"

'Most likely for a long time. He did say he had been saving it.' Thought the Psycho Fear.

"That was a rhetorical question Psycho Freak." Tribal snapped. "Can we get this over with now? I still need to be attacked by pigs, and then my day is complete."

The group walked through the archway. The Divine being dead, the force that had blocked them earlier was now gone.

The inside of the temple was simply a circular ten foot tall and wide room made of grey stone. Very anti-climatic considering the actual size of the temple.

In the center of the room stood Twisted Essence, his right fist held out, clenching something. His gaze was glazed and blank.

"He must have the gem. Let's..." Kuro began.

~I think not.~ Demon Void's voice reverberated through the air. ~The Void, while it has not gathered enough to consume all of reality, has gathered enough to consume this dimension and several trillion more. You dare not touch him for fear of unleshing it.~

That froze all of them in their tracks.

"So that's it? Game over?" Lord Walker asked.

"It appears so..." Responded Lord White.

"No. It is just begining." Said a mysterious voice from behind them. Everybody turned.

Lord Diov stood in the archway.

"Lord Diov!" All the lords shouted, and saluted smartly. Charles and Emily both nodded, and the Psycho Fear's face seem to darken in a mixture of rage and respect.

~You.~ Demon Void said.

"Yes. Me." Lord Diov spoke.

~How DARE you come here. You are powerless. Are you trying to mock me? You are nothing without my gem, which I believe is in the hands of my puppet here.~

"Ah. You may have created that gem, Demon Void, but you used it when you didn't fully understand it. I have possessed that gem for uncounted Aeons, and I know more about it and how to control it then you do." Lord Diov said. "And now, it is over. I know just what to do."

Lord Diov slowly started walking towards Twisted Essence.

~Do you really think I am going to let you pass?~ Demon Void's mocking voice said. The air around Twisted Essence bent and curved, starting to close in and crush Lord Diov...

When suddenly, all the husk lords jumped into the curve and held it back. Lord Diov continued to advance.

~It is hopeless.~ Demon Void said, but there was a touch of aprehension in his voice now. The stone in the floor rose up as a clawed hand to grab Lord Diov...

But the Psycho Fear leapt in front of that, and started to grapple with it.

~You cannot even touch the gem. His mind and body are mine. He will not open his hand.~

"We think he will be opening it." Charles Dark Aura said. Both he and Emily projected their Psionic power and forced the palm of Twisted Essence's hand to open. Lord Diov's blood red diamond shaped gem glinted in it.

~STOP! NO!~ Demon Void's voice suddenly screamed throughout the temple.

Lord Diov placed his hand over the gem. "You see, I have a backup plan in case I ever draw too much energy from the gem. Just shunt it back through, along with a little more then I took out. Since this energy hasn't gone through yet, it's even easier then that..."

He picked the gem up from the palm of Twisted Essence's hand, and placed it back on his right collar.

"There. Everything's better now. I will start my vengence on you, Demon Void, by ripping this dimension apart."

He flicked his wrist, and the group vanished from the room, leaving twisted essence and the strange entity behind.

~.....~

~...Die...~

Twisted Essence Exploded in a fountain of blood.

~Rip my dimension apart? Not if I have anything to say about it...~

-----

The temple suddenly vanished from the endless white expanse.

A single black dot appeared in its place, barely a cenimeter in diameter. However, it grew.

And grew.

And grew.

It started to grow legs and arms. A tiny lump of a head started to form, wings sprouted from its back, and a giant tail started to grow as well.

Several minutes later...

A giant dragon had appeared. The entire beast was made of pure darkness. It was easily the same size as the Husk Corporation tower, and just as wide.

The gigantic dragon of darkness roared, and the entire dimension shook.

-----

Within the tower, everyone was gathered in Lord Diov's office, watching the dragon take form.

"What IS that thing?" Asked White.

"That is Demon Void's ultimate manifestation." Replied Lord Diov. "Do not fear, however. This tower is much more then just a tower."

He pressed a button on his desk.

"Activate Project Catastrophe." He said.

-----

The entire tower began to change.

For each one hundred and fifty floors, a little seam appeared in between each floor, causing them to pop apart, held together by a more flexible and malable version of the uneffectable material the tower was made of.

The tower also grew four "legs" for each floor section, two on opposite sides. Hundreds of negation turrets sprouted along these legs, and giant flux cannons materialized above these. A gigantic fifty story Parallel cannon grew from one side of the tower. At the top of the tower though, was where the most noticable changes were.

The roof opened, revealing a dimensional furnace. Eight legs grew out of it, four on opposite sides, each bigger and larger then the ordinary legs further down. More and bigger versions of the negation and flux cannons also grew.

The Husk Corporation Tower had initiated Project Catastrophe, and transformed into the H.C.D.C.

The Husk Corporation Dimensional Catastrophe.

It was modeled after a giant milipede, and it had enough firepower to arguably obliterate multiple dimensions at once, although this had never been confirmed.

-----

The giant milipede-like H.C.D.C. writhed in space, the furnace which simulated its mouth turned to the dark dragon. A long hiss escaped from it. The dragon returned this with a fearsome roar which shook the entire dimension.

Again.

Then the two mighty engines of destruction lurched for each other.



To be continued.

"Everybody. Get back." Lord H'taed said suddenly. There was this tone to his voice, and everybody moved back from him.

"FOOL! I AM A GOD! I CANNOT BE DEFEATED BY AN INDIVIDUAL!" Cried the Divine.

Lord H'taed just glared at the Divine through his blinding aura.

"I have been saving this trick. For the longest time. My most powerful and deadliest attack. My masterpiece. And I'm going to use it on you."

Lord H'taed suddenly shot over five miles into the air in a burst of static, high above the Divine. The god of energy followed him into the sky.

"By the power of the great machine..." H'taed muttered.

The Divine was getting closer. He was just under four miles below H'taed.

"I command the power of the inheritance..." He muttered again, sweeping his arms to the sides.

The Divine was three miles below him.

"To grant me your power, and envoke the great Cataclysm." He finished.

Suddenly, Lord H'taed exploded in a perfect and pure force of 100% electrical might, with no other force or matter to intervene. Reality its self was replaced by electricity for over a mile around Lord H'taed, creating a sun in the sky. Several arcs of pure energy shot out from every inch of the orb, covering every inch of the dimension.

These arcs distilled the air, and charged it with hyper-accelerative properties. In short, it basically super accelerated the movement of people in time, slowing them down.

In idiot-speak, he froze time.

The sun faded, time still frozen. H'taed slashed his arms around him.

Thousands of lightning bolts converged and struck him from every direction, and continued to conduct, creating permanenet streams of red might in the air.

Lord H'taed started to spin and phase through reality, moving so fast in one location that he created a tornado.

Then he conjured an ordinary mud bomb in both hands. He made two more, and fused them with the first two. Then another two, and fused them with the new larger mud bombs...

He repeated this over and over again until both his swirling hands were gripping car sized mud bombs.

As a last touch, he tapped into the essence links of Husk Corperation, and created a Lightning Avatar, who he fused with.

A giant toranado made entire of electrical force, surrounded by thousands of arcs and bolts of energy, containing a massive monster made of nothing but more of the same, gripping two giant mud bombs capable of shattering Paragon city.

Then the huge storm descended, time still frozen. Moving faster, but at the same time, slower then the speed of light, Lord H'taed transcended time, space, and reality to unleash his attack.

Finally, the tip of the storm reached the Divine in his frozen ascent. Lord H'taed suddenly yelled out...

"AVARTAR OF CATACLYSM!"

the storm then smashed into the Divine, and time returned to normal. A gigantic explosion and implosion of energy eclipsed The Divine, Lord H'taed, and the mighty storm he had conjured, blinding everything and everyone for a moment.

When the light cleared...

The Divine was gone. Nothing of him remained. Lord H'taed was slowly drifting to the ground, smoke trailing his slumped form.

He hit the ground in front of the group.

All of them were staring at him with open mouths and popped eyes.

Lord H'taed just waved a wobbly fist in their direction.

"Go figure..." He muttered, then collapsed to the ground and started to snore.

The Archnow army had pretty much been destroyed along with their master, but the Husks had also been heavily reduced by their short-lived fight with the energy beings.

It was down to The Husk Lords, the Psycho Fear, Emily, and Charles, to stop Demon Void and his mysterious servant.


To be continued.

New Dimension of Rebirth

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The Husk Corporation Tower appeared out of thin air in the new dimension.

The world was infinitely large, and everything was white. It was an endless expanse of white nothingness, much like one of Lord Diov's expanse rooms.

Floating in the middle of the endless white was a small platform made of grey stone. Staircases made of the same wound and twisted upwards in a chaotic fashion, leading to a strange structure. It appeared to be a temple. Made of Black and Purple stones that glowed faintly. Runes and twisted designs and symbols glowed brightly in different colors. The temple was shaped like a brick, with a large dome on one end. It was a mile high, and half a mile wide. The entrance into it was a large archway towering at the top of the stairs.

The seven husk lords, Charles and Emily Dark Aura, the Psycho Fear, and a rather ticked off Lord H'taed materialized on the platform below.

~You have arrived.~ Something said, from everywhere and nowhere. The air seemed to waver as the presence spoke.

Lord H'taed spoke first. "We have arrived. And we are PISSED. This is your first and final warning. Hand over that gem NOW before we kick your [censored] clean through the dimensional fabric of this dimension."

There was a pause.

~I do not give up what is rightfully mine.~ The presence said.

"That gem ISN'T rightfully yours, whoever you are!" Lord Kuro shouted into the air. "You STOLE it from Lord Diov!"

~But only after he stole it from me.~

There was a deafening silence as the group remembered something Lord Diov had said.

"...However, Demon Void's plan backfired. The Xiltru stole the very same gem Demon Void had used, and after he went through the portal, he ceased to believe in his god..."

"You...You're Demon Void aren’t you?" Emily asked.

~I was once...I used to be...Or I will be? I no longer have any recollection of what I once was or what I will be. The day my last follower ceased to believe in me, I was eradicated from existence, I became less then nothing...Yet somehow...Here I am...Now.~

"So...Are you...A god?" Mr. Tribal asked carefully.

~What a question to ask. There are some who say I am. However, after all the planning and preparation I have put into this plan of mine...No god can be compared to me. I am much, much greater then that.~

"Okie dokie, I think it's time to leave..." Mr. Walker started to say, before Nomed smacked him. Nomed glared at Walker through his sunglasses.

"No. Run." He snarled.

"Well Demon Void...Or whatever the hell you call yourself now...We're here for that gem, and we are not leaving without it. I don't care if you are more powerful then a god, we will destroy you again, if that's what it takes." Lord H'taed said to the air.

~I am afraid that is impossible for you. You see, my servant has been using the gem for a while now. The Void is gathering at the other end, growing more with each second that passes. Once he does finish his job, the Void will be so overwhelming that it won't just consume this dimension, but ALL THE OTHERS AS WELL.~ Demon Void's voice reverberated throughout the air.

~Once everything has been consumed, I shall recreate all of existence with my power, and forge it under a single rule...Mine!~

"Ok, I've heard enough. We have a gem to retrieve." Mr. Kuro said. Everyone nodded in agreement, and started heading up the stairs.

~I think not.~ Demon Void said.

The next second, thousands of pops could be heard in the air.

Fire started to float. They were beings with energy at their cores, surrounded by flames and fire.

~The Archnow seek revenge for what the Xiltru have done. You will burn before their might before you reach my temple.~

There were thousands of Archnow floating in the air. They just kept coming. There were millions. Billions. An uncountable multitude of them blazed in the air, all around the dimension.

"Well [censored]..." Mr. Tribal said.

"Do not worry. The Xiltru look after their own." Another voice rang throughout the air.

"Lord Diov!" H'taed exclaimed.

The next second, there were more pops in the air.

For every Archnow in the air, there appeared a Husk.

"Let the battle begin." Lord Diov said.

In the first few seconds, the husks had the advantage. The sucker punched the Archnow, and aimed for their energetic cores with their weapons. Millions of Archnow's died in that second. Then, the fight really began.

~Fool. I can replicate these beings endlessly.~ Thought Demon Void.

"And my production lines can generate an unlimited supply of Husks." Lord Diov shot back. "We are evenly matched."

As the huge fight between the Husks and the Archnows broke out, the group charged up the temple steps. Some of the Archnow tried to stop them, but were usually shot down by Husks before they could get close, their red cores of energy fizzing and vanishing.

The group reached the top of the stairs, and stood before the towering archway into the temple.

Lord H'taed was ahead of everyone else, charging forward with his lightning reflexes.

Then he stopped dead in his tracks and was knocked back. Everyone stopped.

"What the hell was that?" H'taed said as he got back up.

"Some kind of force...Seems to be blocking the entrance." Charles said, frowning as he tried to move his hand through the archway unsuccessfully, as it kept hitting an invisible wall.

"MY FORCE!" Cried a voice behind them. They turned.

A giant figure wearing golden armor with white runes etched down it appeared. Flames and light rolled off him in a blinding pattern, and his face was obscured by an aura of light. He was thirty feet tall, and carried a battle axe with rubies embedded in the blade.

"I AM THE DIVINE, RESSURECTED BY DEMON VOID! I, THE PATRON OF THE ARCHNOW, SHALL DESTROY YOU!"

And with that, the blazing being descended upon them.

The eye in the brain blinked again.

Suddenly the walls, floors, and ceiling began to move. Slabs of meat and muscle started to slither towards the Husk Lords.


"GRRROOOOOOOOOOORRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAG!!!" Said the possessed Lord H'taed as he charged into the room behind them.

The eye blinked again, and started to glow, energy forming around it.

The situation could have been described as peachy. Death-seeking muscles, a pissed off H'taed monster, and a telekinetic explosion all heading straight for them.

Suddenly the wall behind the brain exploded in a shower of meat and gore. Beyond it was the meat cavern, and in it was...

The dropship. Emily adn Charles waved from behind the cockpit.

Then the auto-turrets activated and shredded the brain thing into millions of pieces. The possessed Lord H'taed suddenly slumped to the ground, and the muscle slabs ceased moving.

"About damn time something good happens to us!" Lord Tribal spat. "I've had enough of meat and goo and [censored] slither-style DEATH! This whole adventure has put a huge dent in my [censored] ego! Usually WE'RE the ones kicking [censored]! I HATE this [censored] place! Emily, Charles, GET THAT [censored] DROPSHIP OVER HERE RIGHT [censored] NOW!"

The couple both raised an eyebrow behind the view screen.

The Psycho Fear came limping into the room. Both its arms had been torn off, and a hole had been punched straight through its stomache, but otherwise it looked fine.

"How about you activate the stupid backup systems first hmmm? We still have that energy source to harvest." Noitpeced's annoyed voice said in all thier ears.

It was then that everyone noticed the gore splattered control panel in the center of the room. A small purple crystal hovered above it, crackling with potent energy.

"Hmm...That must be the energy source. I bet that the brain creature was siphoning off of it." Lord Kuro said.

"Right. Now first thing's first, remove the crystal and put it on the dropship. Activate the security systems and then we'll get out of here." Noitpeced's voice cut in again, sounding thouroughly irratated.

"No objections here." Walker said, and swiped the crystal from its containment field.

"BLLLLEEEUUUUGA! WARNING! ENERGY SYSTEMS OFFLINE! SELF DESTRUCT IN THIRTY SECONDS!"

"[censored]!" They all swore silmultaniously.

-----

"SELF DESTRUCT IN THIRTY SECONDS!"

Charles frowned at this. "Noitpeced, we're rifting them all in here, then we want you to rift us directly to Husk Corperation. I am not in the mood today for all this drama."

A few secondsa later, all the husk lords, the gimped Psycho Fear, and the still meat-enwrapped Lord H'taed fell into the dropship from thin air.

"Rifting now..." Noitpeced's voice echoed throughout the dropship.

-----

A few seconds later, the dropship reappeared right outside the Husk Corperation tower.

20 seconds later, Charles and Emily watched the remains of the creature/ship explode in the distance.

-----

Ten HOURS later...

-----

After everything had been sorted out, the first thing everyone had done was take a very long shower, except for the Psycho Fear. Everyone had then met in a meeting room with plushy arm-chairs and swapped information and drunk heavy amounts of alchohol until everyone was nice and tipsy.

"This terran stuff...Is REALLY good..." Poe said absently.

"Yea...Normally it all tastes like crap..." Walker said distantly, and took another swig of brandy from his glass.

"It certainly is a good painkiller as well as sedative." Noitpeced's hologram quiped.

"Say...Where are Charles and Emily?" Asked White.

"Back at the dropship, scouring it for any last traces of meat." Noitpeced said. "Now you all take a nice long break. Get VERY drunk and try not to think for a while."

-----

Back at the dropship...

Emily and Charles were using thier telekinesis to move several boxes to a nearby rift pad.

"Think about all the interesting things we'll be able to do with these organics!" Emily laughed softly as she said this.

"I say we build a giant zombie and have it terrorize Cap Au Diable for a while." Charles said, smirking slightly.

"Or make an army of zombies."

"Or an army of giant zombies."

"Or an army of giant zombies that will make more armies of giant zombies."

"Or an army of giant zombies that make more armies of giant zombies that make more armies of giant zombies."

"Or make..." Then Emily paused. A smile slowly crept across her face.

"Or make another brain thing and try to replicate that infestation into a building."

Charle's smirk also grew into a smile. "What a wonderful idea darling."

Finally, no less then three hundred containers of harvested meat, gore, goo, and bones that Emily and Charles had surgically removed from the creature were rifted back to thier residence in the Rogue Islands.

The couple laughed maniacally.

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Lord H'taed had thrown a giant fit the second he had regained control over his body. He then skulked around for a while, vaporizing anyone who bothered him. He was now supposedly confined to his room, but nobody wanted to check.

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Noitpeced had quickly put the crystal to good use, siphoning its energy and directing it into space. A giant portal appeared, slightly larger then the tower was wide.

The giant tower drifted through the portal slowly. It closed behind it.


To be continued.

Ok, I'm officially taking a small break from writing this. Feel free to post feedback/suggestions/comments or whatever. I'm still thinking over the next section.

You have my permission to use any of mine. However unlikely I think it is.

The group ran down the hall like drunk olympians, dodging and twisting away from lightning bolts, balls of static, and H'taed's signature mud bombs.

"Ok, [censored] THIS, how are we supposed to find the other mind while running from him?" Tribal shouted.

"Well you COULD just listen to me..." Said a condescending voice in all thier ears.

"Noitpeced! What happened back there when we lost contact?" Poe asked.

"The crappy communicator short-circuited. It still had audio so I could hear you, but I needed to make a new communicator using nanites. I know about everything that's happened, and listen to me." Noitpeced said, still using his condescending speech.

"NOITPECED, GET TO THE POINT!" Walker shouted, barely dodging another thrown mud bomb. He winced as it exploded, obliterating everything behind him.

"FINE. You don't need to beat the other mind, just get to the damned primary backup system! Activate that, and we can clear this infestation in one fell swoop!"

"Well that's just great. Where is it?" White asked, wincing as a ball of static caught the tail of his trenchcoat.

"Ok, there should be another corridor leading down, take that as you get to it." Noitpeced said quickly. The said corridor appeared to the right a few meters ahead, and everyone jumped down it.

They hit the bottom with a splurt of gore as they hit the meat floor.

"Ok, move forward until you come to an intersection with five different paths. Head straight."

They came to the large hub of corridors, and headed straight.

Unfortunatly, the slight pause they had all taken after the fall had given Lord H'taed sufficient time to catch up with them. He hadn't bothered pausing after falling down the shaft.

"GRRROOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAG!!!"

'Keep going. We will hold him off.' The Psycho Fear thought. He threw a punch of jagged bones and crystals at the meat-possessed Lord H'taed, who raised a meaty hand to block. His other clawed hand raised in preperation to rip forward.

The husk lords ran around a corner, and all they had to determine how the fight was going was the sound of static, cracks, and compressed air.

"Ok, turn right. There should be a door, that's it." Noitpeced said.

The husks ran down the corridor, and came to the door. It was covered with more of the white material they had seen earlier. This didn't daunt them, however. Lord Nomed simply body slamed the door.

A few cracks appeared, but nothing else happened.

Nomed frowned, and body slamed it again. Nothing. Five more body slams later, the material was still holding.

"Ok, move Nomed." Poe said, drawing a few land mines from his coat. Planting no less then five of them on the door, he ordered the others to move back.

Poe pulled out a detonator.

"To those who are about to blow, I salute you!"

"Poe, that sounds so wro-"

BOOM!

The door exploded in a shower of meat, gore, and blood. All of the husk lords didn't really care at this point though, so they just ran through.

They eventually came to a large chamber.

"Ok." Noitpeced's voice said in thier ears. "This room should be it. Just find the main panel and activate it, I'll handle the rest."

The husk lords just stared. Poe said, "Hey Noitpeced. About that. Teensy little problem."

Writhing in the center of the room was what could have been described as a giant brain. Twenty feet tall and wide, it had several viegns twisting away from it and into the floors, walls, and cieling. A single eye with a red pupil, embedded in the wall of the brain, blinked as it saw them.

"Since when were we paid to star in 'A Wrinkle in Time?'"



To be continued.

Kuro looked at the claws slowly wrenching the grating off the wall.

"Well. [censored]." He said, stunned.

"Hey Kuro." Poe said in a calm voice. He lit a cigerette and blew out a ring of smoke. "I have something to tell ya."

"I know. You've always loved me havn't you?" Kuro asked. "Well I love ya to man."

There was a slight pause, only interupted by the wrenching noises of the grate.

"Actually...I've always hated your guts Kuro." Poe said, voice still calm. He blew another smoke ring.

The grating came off the wall.

"Well. Guess it's time. See you in hell Kuro." Lord Poe said, and clossed his eyes.

'Actually, considering how many differant places you've travelled, probably somewhere alot worse.' Said a sarcastic voice in both thier minds.

The Psycho Fear ducked through the hole and waved a crystalized and jagged hand at the two astonished Husk Lords.

Kuro reacted first. "Ok...can we keep this moment between us three? Nobody ever needs to know."

"Whatever." Poe said dismissively. "Psycho, do you know what's going on here?"

The giant monster nodded. 'Yes. I aborbed the knowledge from your minds.'

"Good." Poe said, now smiling. "Do you know anything about the others?"

The Psycho Fear nodded its monsterous head. 'Oh yes. Except for Charles and Emily Dark Aura. I backtracked and couldn't find them.'

Poe thought for a moment. "We're not going to like what you have to say, are we?" He asked.

'No. Definatly not.'

"Well out with it. I can handle another heart attack." Poe blew another smoke ring.

The Psycho Fear thought slowly, making sure the two husk lords understood everything. 'All of the other husk lords are trapped one section down, in the bowls of what you call the stomache. They are in the middle of the process of being digested. That creature you ran into earlier is still running around. I can see it even now using my spore sight. It's still hunting you.'

Poe and Kuro nodded. "We're with you so far." Kuro said.

'Now for the bad part. This may come as a shock...but Lord H'taed IS the creature.'

Poe choked on his cig. After a moment of spluttering and coughing, and a few firm smacks on the back from Kuro, he recoverd.

"Ok. Say that again. Slowly. And EXPLAIN this time." Poe said.

'Lord H'taed was running through this infested ship at great speed, and I assume he lost track of how fast he was going. He ran directly into the other mind. It is now controling him.'

"The other mind?" Kuro asked. The Psycho Fear nodded.

'The other mind. It is the controler of this infestation.'

"Ah..." Poe said. "That explains the second set of his footprints we saw!"

'Yes. You know as well as I do that we don't stand a chance against Lord H'taed. We'll need the others to help defeat the other mind and save H'taed. Follow me.'

The Psycho Fear turned and exited the vent. Kuro and Poe followed him. Eventually they reached a meat corridor sloping downwards, blood and drippy gore running in a waterfall down it.

'This is it. Jump down.' The Psycho Fear thought.

They all jumped at once.

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A few moments later, Poe, Kuro, and the Psycho Fear hit the meaty ground.

Kuro and Poe didn't even bother trying to wipe the stains off thier clothes this time, they just stood up and looked around.

The other four husk lords were there. Or rather, in the walls. They were all trapped in sacks of translucent white liquid, and they were all frozen with looks of fear on thier faces.

'Watch out. Pause for too long, and the same happens to you.' The Psycho Fear thought. It was then that Kuro and Poe noticed the white slime slithering up thier legs. They shook it off before it got too high.

They rushed over to the wall, and cut the sacks open. The husk lords were freed.

After several minutes of intense swearing, explanation, more swearing, formulating a plan, and more swearing later, everyone was normal again.

"So all we need to do is find the other mind, kill it, and we win." Poe explained.

"Easy." Said Lord White. "Just get Charles and Emily to locate it. If it is psychic, they can find and obliterate it in a heartbeat."

"Except that we have no damn idea of where they are." Kuro explained.

"Damnit..." White muttered.

"Well...I guess we cou-"

"GROOOOOOOOORRRRRAAAAAAAAGGGGGGG!"

"[censored]!" They all swore simultaniously.

Lord H'taed charged into the room through a nearby corridor.

His armor was coated in meat. Purple viegns ran down all of it. There were meat gobs at each of his joints, his hands, and his feet, each connected by several viegns of purple blood. A large mass of meat which was glowing and pulsing slightly covered his head. Long bone claws grew out of the meat covered H'taed's hands.

"Ok. [censored] dat. RUN YOUR [censored] OFF!" Screamed Poe. The husk lords and the Psycho Fear did not have to be told twice. They ran.



To be continued.

Charles Dark Aura returned to the Black Heart hospital with an armful of various organs. Emily stood by a large ten foot tall vat packed with them. It was horribly unsanitary, but that didn't seem to bother them.

"Here's the last load. 500 differant fresh organs ready for implanting." Charles sniffed. He hated helping others out, even when he did get to kill people.

"Who is our client again, by the way?"

Emily glanced up from a checklist. "When I asked him he just paid me more to shut up. I don't care if these organs are used to save Statesman himself. Money in Money." She said dismissively, before turning back to her list.

"You could have read his mind at least..." Charles grumbled, dumping the organs into the vat using his telekineses.

"I did. There was a blocker in place. Kept repeating the word 'Crimson, Crimson, Crimson,' over and over again."

Charles shrugged.

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Charles dark aura had slain 500 differant people that night for thier vital organs. Little did he know, that this donation was going straight to Long Bow. Agent Crimson didn't exactly know who Emily and Charles were, so assumed it would be safe to simply order the needed organs from them. Once transfered to the nearest Long Bow base, all the organs would be replicated and used to save the lives of various Longbow troops who fought super-powered villains every day.

Charles may have stolen 500 lives, but he had also saved over 5000, perhaps many more in the process. If he ever found out, he would be extremely irked.

Lord H'taed paused as the beast-man-thing leapt in front of him.

"Hey Diov. Looks to be a Lycanthrope. You got any silver on you?" He shouted back to where Lord Diov was standing.

"Yes, but there will be no need for that. The second capsule is going to land in 3 seconds anyway." Diov replied.

Exactly 3 seconds later, there was another earth-quaking roar and the ground shook, accompanied with another brilliant flash of light.

Another crater. Another capsule. The hatch on this one opened and out climbed 2 thugs, 1 arsonist, 2 enforcers, and a bruiser.

H'taed glanced at them, then back to Karl.

"Well, I'd kill you myself, but I'm kinda tired. Call it jet lag if you will. However...My master and his friends will be happy to oblige your death wish."

H'taed activated his lightning reflexes and rushed back to the first capsule.

Lord Diov immediatly took control of his thugs.

"Ok Husks. Lycanthrope. Dead. Ten minutes ago." He said in a bland voice.

"You heard him. Switch to silver bullets and weaponry." Said one of the enforcers.

The enforcers and thugs took a moment to switch ammo clips to silver ammunition. The arsonist just took a packet of blue powder and poured it into the flame tank on his back. The bruiser pulled a sledgehammer made of pure silver seemling out of thin air.

"Ready!" The husks spread out.

"Aim!" Pistols and Uzis leveled. A petrol bomb was primed, and a grip tightened on the haft of a sledgehammer.

"MAUL!"

Next thing, there was a storm of silver projectiles, a fire bomb, and a grinning bruiser heading straight towards Karl.

Suddenly, there was a huge explosion right in the middle of the gypsie camp, leaving a huge smouldering crater in the middle of the clearing. Most of the gypsies had been thrown back, and now looked through the risen dust stupidly.

A large silver bullet-shaped capsule was sitting in the center of the crator.

The words "Husk Corperation" were clearly engraved on its side.

Then, a hatch on one side blew outward. Bickering voices could be heard from within.

"But why when the entire place is infested with ZOMBIES?" Said a particuarlly irratated voice.

"Because I'm freaking bored out of my mind with dimension hopping! I need a vacation! And no vacation is complete without a zombie invasion!" Said a dull and flat bland voice.

Lord H'taed and Lord Diov strolled out of the capsule.

Lord H'taed was easily over ten feet tall. He was stick thin, however. He wore black medival styled armor with tribal runes all over it. A black hood obscured his entire face, revealing only his red eyes. Several spikes rose from his shoulders, static crawling over them. His clawed hands weaved through the air as he bickered with his companion.

Lord Diov resebled an evil lawyer on crack. Black cargo pants with tribal runes on them, a black buisness suit with lots of pockets covered an under-shirt made of chaos leather. A reaper-styled cloth hung around the lower portion of his face, and descended down his back to create two tattered scarves. Red tinted monocles covered his eyes, and he wore a black duster hat. Nothing of his face could be seen behind all of this.

"Look, you seem differant ever since you came back from...Woa..." Lord H'taed glanced around at all the gypsies. "Hey Diov, I'm hungry after spending over ten hours in that capsule. Can I kill them?"

Lord Diov considered this for a moment.

"Feh. We're on vacation. Feel free."

Lord H'taed's hands started to crackle with electrical energy, and he headed for a particularly youthful gypsie girl still lying stunned on the ground.

"Pardon me." Charles said as stopped just a few feet short of Halucinogen as he turned off his stealth. "Didn't see you there.

Then he turned to the window of the nearest house. For a moment his eyes seemed to shine.

The entire house exploded in a fountain of blood.

"Dear dear..." He muttered, and walked past the group as if they wern't there, still whistling a merry tune.

Dr. Charles, AKA Charles Dark Aura, was walking down the street when he saw a bunch of zombies standing in front of a house vanish in a flash of smoke.

He didn't really care about that though, he just cared about the door being open.

"Time for a re-enactment of my favorite movie...The Nightmare before Christmas..." He muttered. He projected his Psionic powers at the dumbfounded family.

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To the people within, they were now seeing thier worst fears. The screamed and ran about inside the house. Slowly, they sheer force of thier personal horrors imposed themselves on thier minds, and came into reality. A few bloody minutes later, a mob of monsters and creatures started to poor out of the house. They started to sack and raid the entire nieborhood.

A very tall and thin grinning skeleton wearing a striped tuxedo stood on the rooftop of one house, shouting...

"MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL, A GOOD NIGHT!"

Dr. Charles whistled a Merry tune as he strolled from street to street, repeating the whole process over and over again. Christmas was the busiest day of the year for him. He had to be able to deliever everyone's personal fear to them in one night.