1. Funny, I don't see Mabry or Song on the mod list. 2. I plotted this long before I joined World Refugees 2, toiled quietly in the shadows and waited patiently to spring this plot twist when you LEAST EXPECTED IT! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
It's an office decorated with the pasts of a hundred worlds.
Well, ten worlds really, it's not that big an office, but a hundred sounds more poetic. Regardless, there's small sculpted stone Llamas and a Celtic-esque wall hanging and a old trunk gouged by thorns, and even a set of brightly colored mushrooms that seemed to dance about when no one was looking. In the midst of this was a chair pushed back by the man in it, one who'd achieved his precarious state by planting his feet on the only spot of his desk not covered in books and setting a chair meant for four legs onto two. The only piece of the picture missing was the fedora all his friends had boycotted as, 'We love Indiana Jones too, but have some shame!"
Ingrates. Apparently helping (in a miniscule way that mostly involved figuring out a couple of riddles and having a nerf gun fight) save reality just didn't carry the weight it used to.
Of course, the reason why chairs were meant for four legs became clear when a intense rumble that didn't belong in a tectonically
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So there's a ship you see, sailing the seven seas, robbing the rich and greedy blind, partying it up like one would on a pirate ship when there's a rumble. Now a rumble here and there is nothing unusual when it comes to them and the explosive tempers of the crew combined. God knows how many emergency holes they've had to plug over the years from the 'accidental damage' caused by everyone. It's the shaking and rumbling and roaring that quells the party, and the quiet looks cast around the ship.
In the middle of it all, a pirates hat is tilted up, bloodshot eyes blearily into in the distance, remembering chaos like this once upon a time. A smirk tugs at her lips and she casts a look to her crew. "I think its time to get this party really started."
He could feel the changes, now, as the flow and ebb of the universe began to shudder, to crumble under weight of inconsistencies and errors. Indeed, his own form was becoming both less and more certain, the barriers that kept him from truly existing in such a place as this shattering along with every other sacred rule that held this universe aloft. Necessary, but unsettling.
Indeed, what he was witness to now was but an inevitability, simply physical evidence of the strain he had been well aware of. A monster of such massive power, launching a sudden and open attack amongst the worlds, and the tides of darkness shifting elsewhere in an entirely different direction. A logical strain, even for the most observant - even for one who had power to do little but observe.
If this was allowed to continue...well, surely, it would not come to that. They were too close, and these aberrations would not put an end to that now
( ... )
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2. I plotted this long before I joined World Refugees 2, toiled quietly in the shadows and waited patiently to spring this plot twist when you LEAST EXPECTED IT! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
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What you planned means nothing.
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Well, ten worlds really, it's not that big an office, but a hundred sounds more poetic. Regardless, there's small sculpted stone Llamas and a Celtic-esque wall hanging and a old trunk gouged by thorns, and even a set of brightly colored mushrooms that seemed to dance about when no one was looking. In the midst of this was a chair pushed back by the man in it, one who'd achieved his precarious state by planting his feet on the only spot of his desk not covered in books and setting a chair meant for four legs onto two. The only piece of the picture missing was the fedora all his friends had boycotted as, 'We love Indiana Jones too, but have some shame!"
Ingrates. Apparently helping (in a miniscule way that mostly involved figuring out a couple of riddles and having a nerf gun fight) save reality just didn't carry the weight it used to.
Of course, the reason why chairs were meant for four legs became clear when a intense rumble that didn't belong in a tectonically ( ... )
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In the middle of it all, a pirates hat is tilted up, bloodshot eyes blearily into in the distance, remembering chaos like this once upon a time. A smirk tugs at her lips and she casts a look to her crew. "I think its time to get this party really started."
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[And so it had finally come to this.
He could feel the changes, now, as the flow and ebb of the universe began to shudder, to crumble under weight of inconsistencies and errors. Indeed, his own form was becoming both less and more certain, the barriers that kept him from truly existing in such a place as this shattering along with every other sacred rule that held this universe aloft. Necessary, but unsettling.
Indeed, what he was witness to now was but an inevitability, simply physical evidence of the strain he had been well aware of. A monster of such massive power, launching a sudden and open attack amongst the worlds, and the tides of darkness shifting elsewhere in an entirely different direction. A logical strain, even for the most observant - even for one who had power to do little but observe.
If this was allowed to continue...well, surely, it would not come to that. They were too close, and these aberrations would not put an end to that now ( ... )
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