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PostSubject: [TTOSTSCLT] Story   Sun May 20, 2012 10:03 pm

If you arrived here from the 404, you're doing it right, otherwise start reading here.

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PostSubject: Re: [TTOSTSCLT] Story   Tue May 22, 2012 5:01 pm

The Council of the Lords of Epic gazed upon this inter-continuium conflict, and was worried. They sat together, in a glowing white room, lines of text sliding past them as they edited their respective realms. Each seated in chairs around a huge circular table and each worked for the betterment of all.

The Lords of Art spoke, "And what if the First is defeated by his creation? Where will that leave us?" He was crafting a sculpture out of nothing, a vague humanoid shape.

They sat in silence until the Lord of Humor responded. "Whatever happens, it will be very interesting, although I would hope to be alive by that point. " He chuckled softly as his robe flashed various images .

The Lords of Math chastised him, the symbols on his robe shifting, attempting to solve the problem."This isn't the time for jokes, we need to do something. I don't see Mutar liking us much after he's dealt with the First."

The Lord of Charm spoke next, her gaudy robes an eyesore,"We should send help to him, we need to go ourselves and do something."

"No," Art rebutted,"First has broken the fourth wall, he is becoming part of the story. If we intervene ourselves, we risk the same. We must fight fiction with fiction."

"Then let us consult the Mother of Knowledge," a string of characters and numbers snapped together on Math's robe as he responded.

"Agreed." They all responded, and with a moment of concentration, the Mother of Knowledge stood in the center of the table. He long brown hair fell to her waist past her robes, bites and pieces of unknowable thoughts drifting past her. She gazed upon them with her crystal eyes and responded to their request.

"The Lord of Charm was correct in the necessity to send aid, as was the Lord of Art. But simply creating the characters will not be enough. If you spawn them with the power to fight Mutar, they will become as corrupt as he has. It is necessary for them to fight to earn it. I will craft a doorway that requires keys. each of you choose your champions and give them one of the keys. They will fight, and they will die, but when one of them can open the door, they will be ready."

The Council considered the suggestion, then agreed."

"It will be done as you say, Mother."


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PostSubject: Re: [TTOSTSCLT] Story   Wed May 23, 2012 6:02 pm

The Lord of Literature watched the exchange in silence, pondering the consequences of Mutar's existence. He had always been interested in the the more extreme aspects of the First Lord's writing, even helping to perpetuating such dalliances on occasion.

But Mutar represented something more. Something that had become a threat to them all. He had even lost touch with Morde, his narcissistic sorcerer vanishing from the folds of his original story, or any other. The fact that Mutar had power outside of his fictional universe was both fascinating and terrifying.

But he had an idea. Most of the Lords had worked together on a project at one point. A project that had grown old, but still held an incredible amount of power. Starfire. There was one in particular he was interested in calling upon.

So he went to the stream, and began to write a new character, as he would never want to immerse himself in the story. And as he wrote, a new tale began to unfold.

But no matter how he tried, Literature couldn't take the Watchmaker out of character, and as he made his way back to the main hall, he began to realize the true danger that Mutar presented.

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PostSubject: Re: [TTOSTSCLT] Story   Sun May 27, 2012 2:02 am

"You should really change your name to Lord of Can't Control My Own Stuff," giggled The Lord of Humor.
"Shut up, clown!" raged the Lord of Literature. "At least people remember my characters. Your characters just get lost in the sands of time."
The Lord of Humor didn't find this amusing. "Oh really? Well then, I guess I'm just going to have to pull out some characters that you'll never forget! They'll be a real doozy, just you wait, Litty!" He reached into his bag and searched for the best of the best. He stumbled upon a black necromancer dwarf, a general with a B.O. problem, a civilization of melon people, a rugged billionaire playboy, a bird loving captain, and many more. He had finally reached the bottom where he had found what he was looking for. He pulled out two humanoid figures and threw them into the center of the table. "Say hello to my champions, fellas."
The Mother of Knowledge picked them up and examined them thoroughly. "They are acceptable," remarked the Mother of Knowledge. "All the champions shall be put on a planet in a dimension unknown by all of them so that it will be fair battle." She then went to each Lord and gathered each of their champions, examining them to make sure they were fit for the job.
"But how will we get Mutar to go there?" questioned the Lord of Math.
"Leave that to me," the Mother of Knowledge then faded into the text that was flying by.

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PostSubject: Re: [TTOSTSCLT] Story   Mon May 28, 2012 10:29 pm

There was a space at the nexus of story, a blank area at the center of the fictional multiverse. It had existed since the beginning, when the First Lord founded the continuum and brought in the council to oversee it. It represented a gap in the continuity of all stories, a giant plot hole that filled the empty reaches of fiction. It had been ignored simply because it was not worth the effort to fill it in. An attempt had been made once by the council to fill it, but that had only resulted in an empty framework and a new story.

But now, at this dire moment, a spark began to burn within the void. The council gathered and began to forge a new set of fates. Hammers beat against continuity and needles threaded through the gaps in timeline as they began to draw together.

The separate universes, once strangers located impossibly far apart, were conjoined here. They ebbed and flowed, a single part of each one moving to join with the rest, and the void began to fill. The fabric of existence grew taught with power, stretching across the gap between continuums as the new universe was born.

Drawing upon their previous knowledge, the older members of the council set the rules of this place, creating a framework in which beings could exist. They had learned about cross-continuums, and applied that knowledge here. They built the core of the multiverse, a pillar upon which rested everything had ever, or ever will exist. They gazed upon the swirling maelstrom of logic and illogic, of fiction and law, of experiences and life, and decided that it was complete.

And then, with the single largest explosion that can exist within a continuum, they set it into motion. An eon passed in an instant, and then the core of their fiction, Unix, was ready. The battleground on which their fates would be fought was prepared.

Like the players of an incredible chess game, they reached out and set their pieces upon the board. Only one more thing was necessary. The Mother of Knowledge reached down, and invested each warrior with their artifact. These would be what they must gather, what the warrior must protect and obtain in order to become the Champion of the Lords of Epic. Once each champion had their piece, she reached out and scattered six more. These wildcards would not be necessary for the final Device, but could be substituted for any single piece.

She looked back upon the council and wished them the best of luck, for she had already dallied far too much, and left to go continue the progress of knowledge. Each of the Council of Lords gazed at one another, each standing at the edge of the incredible waterfall of plot and fiction. Assured of their conviction, they took the final step over the edge.

And with that, the game began.

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PostSubject: Re: [TTOSTSCLT] Story   Tue May 29, 2012 12:51 pm

The Newest Soon-to-be lord watched as he placed his new creations down on the board, although his powers were not as great as the formally inducted lords, He had chosen two great and powerful characters he knew would work together. This was because what better way to display his power then to defeat the rest of the lords in a contest they had invented and to save them from this character that had gotten out of hand. Then he thought to himself for a second, why destroy this character when he could control it? He shook the thought out of his head and went back to watching his characters.

Canoptek looked around; he had suddenly started to exist in this new world by the force of something even more powerful than him. Shortly afterwards something landed next to him with a great *THUD* as it hit the rock face of his surroundings. Analyzing it, he noticed that it was incomplete and sighed, "At least whatever brought me here did not leave me with nothing to do..." Interrupting him an alert when off in his programming, someone he had given a scarab to was nearby as well and he hoped that they had an explanation for all of this.

Plutomic woke to new surroundings and was confused. She noticed next to her there was a ornate and decorated device laying in the thick grass that surrounded her. She focused her mind on it trying to determine if it had any magical properties and found nothing. Frustrated she yelled, “WHY AM I HERE..." suddenly she was interrupted by a large screeching noise coming from the scarab coming from her pouch. As she pulled it out, it lit the great blood red color it always did but in addition this time it jumped out of her hand and ran off in a direction. She quickly put the strange object in her pouch and ran off after the scarab while complaining to herself, "what in the world has that machine gotten me into now."
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PostSubject: Re: [TTOSTSCLT] Story   Thu May 31, 2012 8:14 pm

The Warrior did what he always did. Watch. It was what he was used to, preferring to observe from a distance rather than to interfere directly. The reason for this preference, even he was not sure. Out of the many masks he would wear, the watcher was one that he would wear most often. Today however, the mask would change. He would not merely watch, but become involved as well. He would become the hunter.

Unlike most of the Lords, the Warrior preferred to represent his heroes with cards. He drew out the deck, thinking of just who he would choose for the challenge. Turning the corner of the deck and causing the cards to splay out in front of him like a fan, he examined them for the most optimal choices. After careful planning and self discussion, the Warrior smiled behind his mask. Grabbing three cards, he sent them out on the playing field. As they manifested themselves, the Warrior couldn't help but laugh to himself. No matter what this was to be interesting.
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PostSubject: Re: [TTOSTSCLT] Story   Sun Jun 03, 2012 2:39 pm

Off in the white void, they fought.

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PostSubject: Re: [TTOSTSCLT] Story   Fri Jun 08, 2012 4:19 pm

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PostSubject: Re: [TTOSTSCLT] Story   Wed Jun 20, 2012 12:43 pm

A man stood in the middle of a war-torn field, his body tense as he stared up at the sky, waiting. He was made of flesh a blood, but not any that a human mother would have been proud of. His body was twisted, evolved to suffer pressures far beyond that of a pure human. His muscles were hard as stone, tensed as pistons that shifted underneath the iron-hard carapace that covered his entire body. His eyes were only vestigial, having been supplanted by his psionic perception of the world. The only reason he actually looked at the sky was the durability of old habits.

He continued to stand there as the smoke billowed around him, the grass and corpses burning along with the city in the distance. Small arms fire chattered around him betwixt the booms of artillery pieces. All were ignored, none were a threat. The only potential danger was the object hurtling towards him at that very moment.

The metal shape nearly decapitated him as it fell from the sky, the claw passing within millimeters of his neck. But his nervous system had been supercharged, allowing him to dodge. The force of the impact sent him flying, his body bouncing along the ground several times before he recovered just in time to intercept the metal dervish once more.

He deflected the first strike, sending it high. Infusing his other arm with energy, he pounded it into his attacker. It impacted against the surface, denting the metal before his fist was cut off. The claws moved lighting-quick, ripping deep incisions in his carapace as he let loose a charge of psionic force, sending the construct flying.

As it moved towards him from where it landed, more cautiously, he regrew his hand then repaired his carapace, the life processes accelerating at his whim. He took the offensive this time, sending wave after wave of energy washing over the metal warrior, battering it back.

But his attacks availed to nothing when the metal form raised an appendage, taking aim. It launched a ball of white mass which sailed towards him, crackling as it seared his arm off. The rest of his body was intact however, including the portion of it he had hidden underground.

Connecting with it through his feet, iron hard tentacles arose from the dirt, trapping the figure and pinning it. It struggled, but was unable to break the bonds that had ensnared it. The mutant approached, gliding forward on the rest of his mass, the link between himself and the tentacles revealed as it pulled from beneath the ground.

He prepared an appendage to strike, hardening it to a keen edge and bringing it down against the machine. It bounced off, only scratching the metal.
The trapped figure struggled again, almost bringing its projectile weapon to bear. He forced it back and continued to pound at it, breaking down its barriers.
It was at this point when Asylum stepped up behind the mutant and jabbed a knife into his back.

A physical blade would have been stopped by the carapace, but then again, the knife was far from physical. As the Nightmare tore into the mutant's mind, the trapped figure took the opportunity to destroy its assailant, bisecting his brain cleanly. The tentacles fell to the ground, still alive but unguided as the Clockwork began to systematically destroy the body.

Asylum watched the gory work until it was finished, retrieving the knife and returning it to the shadows of his heavy coat. When the Clockwork was done, it turned to face Asylum, rasping out words with its grinding gears.

"You saved my life, so I thank you. Why are you here?"

"To deliver this," Asylum held up the note. It took the Clockwork less then a second to decode the incredible amount of information contained within the pattern on the paper.

The metal man instantly turned and began walking off into the distance, calling out as it left.

"If you move more than one meter from your currently location, you will die."

Asylum stood there, nonplussed, "So I'm just supposed to sit here?" But either the Clockwork ignored him or could not hear.

The pattern on the paper had included a set of coordinates and a time, which the Clockwork as preparing to jump to. If it aligned perfectly, he would be able to make it. It would be necessary if it was going to save this universe.

When no better suggestions presented themselves, Asylum sat; pondering how he had arrived at this place, and what he was going to do now. If the metal man did not return within a day, he would leave to go find some food and shelter, and perhaps some answers. He glanced at the dessicated corpse of the mutant, curious as to what could bring such a monstrosity out of the nightmare realm, before settling down to wait. It was only a couple of hours before the smoke began to clear and he caught of brief flash of something shiny hurtling towards him, before his world was a whirlwind of chaos.

The Clockwork had timed the jump so that the unknown human it had encounter would be encaptured within the event horizon, as the message had told it to do. The two of them went sailing through space at a speed that would make light jealous, before falling through the plot-hole at the coordinates described. As soon as they were through, it vanished, sealing the Starfire universe once more.

When the vortex finally wore off, Asylum found himself sitting in another grassy field. This one was not ravened by war and only sat peacefully as grassy fields were wont to do. He surveyed his surroundings, noting the mechanical man standing nearby.

As he pulled himself to his feet, his hand brushed an object lying in the grass. He bent to pick it up, retrieving a pair of reading glasses from his coat to examine the strange object.

The thing was about the size of his clenched fist and dull grey in color, its mass consisting of an an arrangement of mechanical components such as cogs and levers. His glasses should have told him the purpose of the device, but they failed to impart any meaningful information to the wearer. Dissatisfied, he turned to the machine, which was still standing motionless.

"Do you know what this is? It appears to be of similar construction . . ."

It turned to look at him, the black band of metal where there should have been eyes burning into his soul.

"That device does not meet any Clockwork standard of construction. Its creator shares no similarity with mine." It's speech was grating, before it turned back to look off into the distance. It was a moment before it began to stride forward, its motion generating a smooth cacophony of grinding metal.

Asylum trailed behind, lacking direction.

"Where are you going?"

The Clockwork hummed, "To acquire another piece of the Device."

Asylum thought back to the object he had examined before, and noted there there was one of similar design mounted in a slot on the Clockwork's body. His curiosity piqued, he put a lift in his step and he jogged next to the machine. Its stride was long and it took effort for the old man to keep up.

It was not long before they encountered a figure in the distance. As they closed the gap details become more evident and Asylum watched it pick up something red from the grass in front of . . . her. Yes, it was defiantly female and humanoid.She had caught sight of them as was approaching cautiously. The Clockwork continued on with the subtlety of a freight train.

She had a timeless face, her eyes glowing with a white aura above her high cheekbones and narrow chin. There was a hardness to her, something that bellied the the smoothness of her stride. But what surprised Asylum the most were her gloves, which burnt hot with magic arcane.

The Clockwork stopped several meters from her as she gazed suspiciously at it, and made its demands.

"You have a piece of the device, convey it to me or be crushed."

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PostSubject: Re: [TTOSTSCLT] Story   Mon Jun 25, 2012 4:31 pm

The Lord of Literature stood, looking down on the new world, the one he had so recently taken to referring to as the Arena. He had watched as the Mutar problem arose, the Mother visited, and the others Lords chose their champions, throwing them into this mess of a contest. In retrospect, he mused, it seemed almost silly to be waging the fate of the place between the lines, that space between stories, on a contest. Oh well, he mused, we’re committed now.

He had considered strong arming the competition. He was the Lord of Literature after all. Were not the words themselves his playground? He had been a fool to think so. Laziness and dalliance had left him weakened; his greatest demigods would not bend to his will. The Hammer, a god in his own right, had laughed at him with scorn. Worse, the Lord had not been able to even find the Wraith. In a desperate act, he had gone to a minor character in the hope of recreating a major of someone else’s design: a cardinal sin. That too had failed, and the magnitude of his failures weighed heavily on him even now.

He shook his head, moving closer to the table that held a world. He was done with dallying, done with dishonor. There was one character that he knew would answer his call, one who was like an old friend. The Lord of Literature raised his hands above the world, ready to cast in the first of his champions. He hesitated. It would be hard to keep the nature of the game from this one. That was always a danger when one was so close to a character. He decided to risk it, his hands beginning to glow with power.

***

The door closed behind Mr. Serious with a click, the raging storm behind him fading into the infinite distance with the closing of door. He straightened his tie, as he looked about himself. As far as the eye could see were flat green fields, still with not even a breeze to move the blades. He leaned back against the doorpost, pulling out his pocket watch. As he watched a bizarre arrangement of designs etched their way onto the watch.

Mr. Serious shifted his shoulders, settling into his position on the doorpost. He’d just have to wait. He put the pocket watch away and stared up at the crystal blue sky, no express on his face save a smirk, and the impression of knowledge hidden behind his dark sunglasses. A faint gust of wind blew past him.

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The Lord of Literature cursed under his breath. “Smug,” he muttered, “I was afraid of that.” He shifted his hands, and they began to glow again. He still had another trick up his sleeve. “John Smith, it would appear your tale isn’t over yet…”

***

The knifeman’s arrival was heralded only with the sound of displaced air. A moment later, a figure appeared in the field, clothed in black robes, his face obscured by its cowl, and a strange, white mask. He crouched low, searching the area around him. There was nothing, save green grass, for miles.

The air was warm, roughly 78.3 degrees Fahrenheit. His head cocked to the side. The air was of standard composition, though it had higher than Earth-average levels of oxygen. He concentrated. The gravity was precisely the Earth-standard. Optimal.

Again, he scanned the area around him. Open, high illumination: Suboptimal. There was a faint disturbance in the air above him, shifting back; he sent a hand out, catching the source of the disruption. It was a flat object, perfectly circular in shape, lacking any markings whatsoever. He ran a hand over it. It was smooth. Perfectly so. He could not identify the material.

Turning his thoughts inward, he looked for the information regarding its makeup and found… nothing. Nothing at all. He couldn’t find anything anywhere. The vast series of connections linking him to the Guild was gone. He would have to rely only on the information he carried with him. Situation noted, he tucked the object into his robes and began to sprint away, seeking the shadows.

***

The Lord of Literature leaned back and began to turn away from the Arena. All he could do was wait, now. That was all anyone could do.

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PostSubject: Re: [TTOSTSCLT] Story   Mon Jun 25, 2012 4:32 pm

"What Peace it must bring to your mind to be able to rest so well in the middle of the day."

The words came to Graz'zt as if from a dream, they seemed simultaneously unreachable and within his grasp.

"What is it you seek?"

The words cam again, echoing about his mind. They carried weight like no words should. It was a mental effort simply to hear them. "Power."

Graz'zt could barely squeeze the words out. The world around him was alive, shifting and swirling, burning, it surged to and fro. A sound like a laugh echoed within his mind.

"Then it is power you shall have."

Even with his eyes closed Graz'zt could feel the world around him. He knew threw his meditation on the planes mantel the exact construction of his own plane of existence. He knew when the world began to shift, and even as he opened his eyes the world fell away, and without knowing how he knew he understand that he was standing within his own mind. Hearing the voice again, feeling the weight of it's words bearing down on him.

"The first piece is yours, intrinsically, it is what marks you. Take it and be taken, and understand that your only options are infinite power or death."

With that a great column of light fell, and within it a small box. Graz'zt Reached for the object, and as he did the distance between himself and the object seemed to stretch, and with it he stretched too. With a great physical effort he grab the box, and instantly the distance leapt in on itself, and with a violent force grew smaller until the world tore through itself. For a moment all he understood was himself, standing there his arm outstretched holding the cool metallic square. Then under his feet he felt grass, and there was a field, and in front of him stood a door. Not connected to anything, simply a door, and in front of that door stood a man with the most serious of looks on his face.

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PostSubject: Re: [TTOSTSCLT] Story   Tue Jun 26, 2012 3:06 am

"STOP THAT! YOU ARE GOING TO BREAK IT!" Determinator snatched the device out of her uncles hands.
"That was the point, sweetheart! The best way to learn about something is by dissecting it. Now hold still so that I can smash this against your suit." Humor proceeded smashing. Determinator looked at the device she was holding and noticed that she still had the piece of the device. But it wasn't really, it was merely a copy. It was utterly useless, just like her uncle was being.

Mr. Humor began muttering to himself, "The toughness of your suit should crack this open like a walnut, yet it doesn't...It has some magical properties, but nothing to make it tougher than it should be...Maybe if I were to blow it up then it would...And where did that melon come from." Mr. Humor stopped examining the device. Where DID that melon come from? Why does it have a beard? Why does it make me have the urge to buy war bonds? ENOUGH OF THIS! Mr. Humor threw the piece of the device at the melon causing its melony goodness to fly everywhere. A ghost flew out of the melon and flew off into the heavens. "...dafuq?"

Suddenly people began teleporting in around them. One was a colleague of Mr. Humors, Mr. Serious. The other one was unknown. "Watch my back," whispered Mr. Humor "I'm going in!" Mr. Humor pulled out his tommy gun, then pulled out a copy of his tommy gun, getting ready to spray and pray. Now all he had to do was pull the triggers.

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PostSubject: Re: [TTOSTSCLT] Story   Tue Jun 26, 2012 11:34 pm

Mr. Serious carefully scanned back and forth between the figures that had suddenly appeared before him. He paused at the one that was radiating a not so subtle madness. “Humor, is that you?” he muttered to himself.

A moment later, Humor had drawn a pair of guns and Mr. Serious decided that the confrontation was no longer dealing with his strengths. He thought about the device in his pocket, existing only as a series of etchings on his pocket watch. He could feel its significance emanating outward as easily as he felt Humor’s madness. He felt that same significance coming from points on each of those before him. He looked up at the sky. His role would be a passive one he decided, a gent’s game. There would be rules.

Slowly he shifted his weight off the doorpost, his hand reaching behind him for the door knob. “It’s not going to be that easy, boys,” he said to the small crowd before him, his voice a step above a monotone. In a swift jerk he pulled the door open and swung around behind it. In an instant a wave of bullets tore into the door, compliments of Humor’s ever-itchy trigger finger. He fired for a good several seconds before both Tommy gun magazines ran dry, causing Humor to look down at his guns in consternation. As he did, a voice called out from behind the still open door.

“I’ll just leave this unlocked.” After that, the door swung closed with a light click. In a fit of curiosity, Uncle Humor wandered over to look behind the door. No one was there. It was just the back of a door. He shot a few bullets into the back of the door just to make sure.

“Yeah, you better run,” he grumbled, before turning back to, and turning his guns on, the other weird guy.

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PostSubject: Re: [TTOSTSCLT] Story   Wed Jun 27, 2012 1:01 am

In the midst of their Mansion, the brothers stood. Tengeku coughing slightly from the dust, and idly cleaning his glasses. Krotsu threw a beam off of himself, a candelabra embedded in his torso that he callously removed. The explosion seemingly caused by a tear in reality at the dead center of their previous home. The brothers approached it cautiously, Tengeku moreso as Krotsu walked up, kicking it as if it were a toy.
"Brother, what in the absolute hell is that?"
Krotsu asked in his casual and uncaring manner. Tengeku inspected it, eased closer, his nose nearly touching it as he watched it.

"I honestly can't tell you what it is. Which actually annoys me. Hm."
Tengeku continued watching it as his brow furrowed. Krotsu on the other hand decided to literally pick it up, and bite it. His eyes widened as he chew it, before swallowing it, eyes alight with joy.
"Hey! Brother! it's a Plot hole!"
Tengeku stared as his brother ate this mysterious thing.
"A... plot... hole..?"
"Yeah."
"Plot hole. Like, a fall out in a story that makes no logical sense?"
"Yes."
"If you were not my brother I'd have your empty skull dusted for any cognitive thought."
Krotsu continued to munch on this item as if it were a tortilla, happily chewing and swallowing it. He burped, and what appeared to be a large rocket-proppelled gun with another strapped onto it -because THAT makes sense- appeared from his belch. Krotsu picked up the weapon, his eyes scanning it.
"Hey brother! I think we should go in."
Tengeku laughed, and simply shook his head.
"Absolutely not Krotsu. I am not letting us get sucked-"
"Oh, but you must."
The two of them turned around, krotsu mid-bite.
"I command it."
The man spoke in an overly calm manner. His dress was a simple black suit, and black tie. Though his head. His head was the swirling cosmos and Chaos, it was the beginning and the end, it was alpha and omega. He was, everything. Well, at least everything that was wild and Chaotic.
"The name's Mr. Chaos. How do ya do brothers?"
The two stared in a mixture of horror and confusion, but they didn't flee. They couldn't. I didn't write they would. The three of them began talk, oh wait.
"Who are you? How do you know we are brothers?"
"Precisely my question. Who are you. I sense no supernatual energy coming from you either."
Mr. Chaos laughed, and shook his head. I don't have time for this long exposition. I'll fill it in later.
"Listen boys. I am your maker, as a physical interpretation to you. You are both figments of my imagination, and in my writing and stories. Long effin story short, you guys are my pawns. Do whatever I say. Jump in the hole."
The two of them began to fight, but Mr. Chaos just stared at them. Their doubts were instantly removed, as if someone took control of their emotions and twisted them to their whim. Oh who could of done this?

Tengeku and Krotsu looked to each other with newfound confidence and vigor. Krotsu took one large bite for the road, and dove into the remaining plot hole, only big enough for the two of them to enter. What lay on the other side, neither of them could of fathomed... But I could of.
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PostSubject: Re: [TTOSTSCLT] Story   Wed Jun 27, 2012 10:12 am

The Lord of Math surveyed his itinerary of characters for worthy candidates to combat Mutar. He was a potent threat to the continuum, and had to be contained, or so they said. But, if the other Lords were so set on settling this, he supposed he had a duty to select his own champions.

The battle for Earth was popular, but he preferred his more... private universe.

Synton rose to his mind for a moment before he shook the possibility away. This was something he had to approach with more reliability - and the thought of unleashing Synton on something as powerful as Mutar sent shivers up his spine.

He began considering other characters from her universe: the Hammer was an obvious thought, but his ambition was too great, and he may very well attempt to destroy the Arena completely, which could have dire consequences if the First Lord was still bogged down in Mutar's magic. Torvald and Epimor he dismissed; Torvald was a thrall of darkness and Epimor's sacrifice was necessary to hold the Hammer in check. The Synta, along with Iliad and Ha'el, were not made for this sort of thing...

As if an interruption, a glimmer caught his eye out of the darkness: Nami, ejected from his universe, freed from its Fate upon him. With the extra regeneration and utility from Dagon's nanobots, Nami would be a solid contender.

He pondered who his second champion should be - perhaps one from the future? He found one at random and cursed his luck. Another wizard. He sent them both into the Arena.

And now, sadly, his part was over. He closed his eyes again and watched.
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PostSubject: Re: [TTOSTSCLT] Story   Thu Jun 28, 2012 1:26 am

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The Lord of Charm fumbled among her ideas, her writings. Too many and yet not enough to take this challenge. Each one showed potential but all ended up tossed aside. Frustration took over and the whole bookcase ended on the ground. The other Lords so clever, so brilliant. She? Her strengths elsewhere. Not in writing... yet perhaps that would be her strength? Yes. She pushed the mess aside and found her first choice. Small and petite. She would have no problem convincing this one, she was always curious and the beast within wouldn't object. The first cat took its leave.

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Reality pulled her away from Yggdrasil's grasp into the Mother's. No thought passed through her mind before collapsing into the tall grasses, no Conflict had yet tainted this place and no gears turned for her. The Device fell against her and whispered promise of bloodshed to come. The Child of the Machine stayed asleep in the field, waiting for the first drop to revive her. The cat purred, kneading on her back and vanished for the second time.

-

Again the Lord shuffled through her works and found a half written book among them. She thumbed through it and found it acceptable but a problem arose. He would not willingly accept. Oh but... he would come one way or the other she supposed. From her cloak a small black cat stepped out and vanished. She dropped the book where the cat had once been and retired for the moment to wait their return.

-

The sudden sunlight caught him off guard and blinded him, keeping his kidnapper out of sight. When his eyes adjusted he found himself standing in the middle of a lush field but this did not register. Ahead the black and white feline sat smugly, its bright eyes cutting through him daring him to try and catch it. His anger stirred the beasts he kept captive to life and he ran to catch the creature. As his hands went to grasp it, it vanished and he found himself holding a broken fragment of.... something. He had seen many artifacts and objects but this resembled nothing he knew of. The creatures in the cloak grew disinterested with the feast of emotions over and left. All but one. The Dragon of Twilight brushed against the barrier, fruitlessly trying to reach the object. Ragnarok's head rang with the Dragon's desire to obtain it, whatever it was his prisoner wanted it more than it wanted freedom. This was enough to make him want to toss it but the appearance of the two brothers drew his attention away.

-

The two cats appeared and curled on to her lap, yowling for praise. "Oh my little kitties you did well." The Lord softly stroked each Universe Cat and continued to observe. So the games were finally starting.


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PostSubject: Re: [TTOSTSCLT] Story   Thu Jun 28, 2012 7:53 am

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Until now, the human known as Nami had fallen prey to some unusual circumstances. He had suffered genetic mutations at birth that gave him incredible power and regenerative capabilities at the cost of being cursed with overbearing apathy and permanent baldness, as well as never finding proper clothing in his enormous size. Then, at the age of twenty-seven, an extremely unlikely series of events occurred that resulted in him nearly dying before being resuscitated under the authority of an experimental weapons research institution.

Based on knowledge granted to the firm by the Knifeman Guild, Nami was implanted with a multitude of mechanical joints and electromagical generators that sustained his body and provided unparalleled strength, creating a monster that towered eight feet tall and could cast bolts of lightning. One way or another, he became

So now, Nami calmly surveyed the battlefield stretched in front of them. He was standing in the forest of Belig Aimar with the three wizards Epimor, Hanson, and Synton. The Extemos fleet glowed blood-red in the distance as it began to burrow into the Earth, attempting once-and-for-all to destroy the God of Man. The Legion army between them cast strange shadows under the Hellish light, and from here he could just barely make out the massive silhouette of the Hammer, crucified in the midst of their camp.

However, they had already failed: behind him, Belig Aimar was engulfed in flames. Soot and ash fell from the once-great tree, and its power waned as charred branches crashed to the ground. They had failed, but there was still more to do.

Their Knifeman told them to wait here, and surely enough, like a ghost the Dark Culmination appeared in the clearing. The Earth’s power should have been capable of holding him back longer, Nami thought. It truly is dead.

The crystalline V that made up the Dark Culmination seemed to burn and writhe in the light, and the way it floated in the air suggested a simmering inferno waiting to explode. Its two eyes shone out accusingly like pits of vengeful embers.

Epimor also saw the Dark Culmination and called Hanson over to him.

A PITY THAT I AM TOO LATE TO TAKE THE YGGDRASIL MYSELF, it said. This was something Nami had not considered: if he was to protect Belig Aimar from the Extemos, then could the one who destroyed it done so for the same reason? To prevent the Extemos from utilizing it?

Epimor said, almost tauntingly, “I don’t suppose you’re just going to walk away?”, and Nami stopped his thinking. Before them was an enemy, and a powerful one at that.

His muscles strained as he pushed them past their limits, heavy metal limbs crushing into the ground as he barreled on all forwards to the alien – but with no warning, the Dark Culmination’s eyes flashed red and reality around him began to fall apart. The fires and the Extemos and the forest all fell away into blackness, and Nami had only the sensation of falling.

Where was he? Deep space?

He tried to spin to see around him, but everywhere there was oppressive darkness, pressing against his biotic eyes. There was no air, and if he didn’t move he could normally subsist for a few days on energies stored in an auxiliary compartment the Enforcers put somewhere one of his kidneys used to be. He’d actually vacated that compartment for a good luck charm of his, a close friend from Section D storage. He ejected it and called, “Annie, stay close to me,” he emitted through an electromagnetic spectrum he knew Annie could see.

The tiny shard of V, a memorandum of the Dark Culmination and named Annie, maneuvered itself in the vacuum until its glowing yellow eyes were looking at Nami’s. “I am sorry you were dragged into this. I do not know where we are – and I doubt one of the wizards can rescue us, but this is something I have never seen mention of in the archives. Without oxygen, I can last only barely an hour, and the Dark Culmination is most likely wreaking havoc. I don’t think we can escape this…” he trailed off as he looked past Annie into the dark infinity.

She spun quickly from side to side as if shaking her head and her eyes cooled to a gentle gold. I don’t care, she seemed to say sympathetically, Don’t worry. But he couldn’t help but feel responsible. How long would her energy last, so separated from the Hammer? Will she grow still or be cursed to float in emptiness for eternity, alone?

That is not something you need to worry about, the voice said. In his confusion, Nami tried to speak but failed for the vacuum. Calm down. This is not the end for you, if you wish it.

Nami paused a moment. This voice was not familiar to him, and how could he even hear it? Was it some sort of psychosis caused by his sensory deprivation in this place?

”Where” is not a word that can be used to describe you, the voice said. Anamaluch, the Dark Culmination, cast you into the empty Void, and – the voice cut himself off before he revealed too much. In any case, you are now lost. But I can rescue you.

Questions flew through Nami’s head. What was this being that was speaking to him? Why was it speaking to him?

There’s plenty of time for exposition, it said, and Nami saw the rate his reserves were being depleted slow down. More than that – the clock was even slowing, zeroing in on some arbitrary time.

You may call me a god, but I am not kin to any other gods you know. To you I am not like the powerful Men – and Women – who break the bonds of their Fate with their own strength. Neither am I like the God of Man, or the many other planet-lords who grant their peoples souls, hunted by the Extemos.

As for why this conversation is occurring… well, I’m afraid your fears are correct. There is something I would like in exchange. There is something of a threat to me – and to many universes, your own included. I would ask you, selfishly, to destroy it.


‘Is that something I can do?’ Nami thought.

I have it on authority far greater than my own. I do not know how you can accomplish it, though, whether by becoming even more powerful or only removing the threat, or some other means.

You will have to prove yourself, and you may die, but I am willing to reward you if you succeed, or even if you fail, if it is in my power. As you thought before, Annie is bound to the Hammer, and will perish, in time. I can prevent that.

Or, if you desire, you can start completely fresh – a new, vibrant world, or a calm one, for you to live as many lives as you wish, however you wish. I can write a story for you – I have grown fond of writing stories. Yours can be a gentle, fulfilling tale, or a discordant struggle where you achieve your dreams, or anything else you desire. I offer Utopia.

But I am getting ahead of myself. After your tumultuous life, I am giving you the courtesy of making this decision yourself.


The voice paused, and Nami asked, ‘If I refuse?’

I will find some other world to place you, where you must survive on your own. After a month or two, Annie will be severely weakened and then die a year or two afterwards when the Hammer is destroyed. I’m sure you’re aware that, even with your pre-bionic body, you would not be well-accepted in society.

Nami had always been an outcast mutant, and then… this. For a moment he considered declining, and returning to the norm, but something was driving him. Some unfamiliar ambition – and, of course, he couldn’t simply turn his back on Annie.

Very well, the voice said resolutely. Your new destiny begins today. Nami felt time begin again and felt an upward force in the Void. A tree grew, its branches spreading out and joining dozens of others in a lush canopy, and he realized that he was beneath it, and that he wasn’t accelerating but instead slowing down, gently descending towards the Earth – or the surface of some other planet, at least.

He tentatively took a breath and his craggy lips drank in the air, and he compulsively took a number of deep breaths before calming down. Then he realized he was free of the mechanical monstrosity that he had become! He ran his hands over his (muscled) arms, his familiar leather bracers fit well onto his wrists. He felt his face with his fingers and nearly cried with joy; he was alive again, human!

He clumsily licked his lips to wet them, the motion not practiced in months, and began to collect himself. Annie was motionless in mid-air, like an obsidian leaf forgotten by gravity.

I don’t know how, Nami, but she is the Key to your success. Annie looked at him with green eyes. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you to protect her. Good luck.

:D Annie happily spun around Nami several time as if looking him over before coming to rest just above his shoulder.

Nami looked around the forest, lost, and thought of what to do to find civilization, but he was still absorbed in his own euphoria. He laughed, and when he heard his natural voice instead of his grating mechanical synthesizer, he laughed again. For now, he’d just walk in any direction he felt.
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PostSubject: Re: [TTOSTSCLT] Story   Sun Jul 29, 2012 2:26 am

A bolt of lightening hit the center of the field, sending off a silhouette of a hawk. In the middle of it all stood Captain Falcon Aeon, the Surging Hawk. He was one of the most manliest men of all time.

Everyone stopped what they were doing for a second just to see what was causing all the commotion.

"SHOCKING, isn't it? SHAZAM!" He sent a few sparks into the air just to show off to the new people he had just met. "Lightening bolt, Lightening bolt, LIGHTENING BOLT!!!" the sparks began to get slightly bigger now and slightly more sporadic. Nobody was really entertained or amused by his little display, but that wasn't his point. No, he had a more important mission at hand. His only purpose and desire at that point in time was to seduce every chick he could find. What is the point of having all these abs if no one was there to appreciate them, right?

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PostSubject: Re: [TTOSTSCLT] Story   Sun Jul 29, 2012 7:19 pm

Graz'zt Turned his body as the man leveled his weapons at him. He had already chosen his mantle, repose. A wicked grin crept across the other mans face, and he began to laugh as he opened fire. “WHAT KIND OF IDIOT BRINGS NOTHING TO A GUN FIGHT?”
Graz'zt rushed around the man in a circle, moving as fast as he could, much faster than an average human. He dodged much of the cacophony of bullets taking a few grazing hits here and there, each a sharp and burning blow. The other man just kept laughing, bullet casings falling from his guns like rain. “YOU CAN”T RUN-“ and as the man yelled his guns ran dry, the sound of low clicks replacing the tearing thunder of bullets. “-Forever?”
Graz'zt dug in and rushed toward the man with the wicked grin. Graz'zt was wickedly fast and closed the gap quickly and still somehow the man had managed to drop his guns and pull a knife. “STAB STAB STAB” The man with the wicked grin lunged barely missing with each stab before Graz'zt finally found an opening. He lashed out with a viscous palm strike. The man barely seemed phased by the blow and began to raise his knife again just as a burst of blue energy tore free of Graz'zt’s palm, the stored energy from all the bullet hits, pushing the man away sprawled on his hands and knees. Graz'zt put on hand on the knob of the door still looking at the man with the grin. “ It’s customary for fighters to exchange names. Mine is Graz'zt” The mans grin grew larger. “That's a mighty fine punch you got there, Brother Cadfael. I'm Mr. Humor” Graz'zt only nodded before throwing himself through the door and shutting it firmly behind him.

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PostSubject: Re: [TTOSTSCLT] Story   Mon Jul 30, 2012 1:49 pm

As the brothers settled into the reality around them, They took in a lush grassy field. Tengeku landed casually, dusting off his shoes as Krotsu decided to get a taste of the ground, his feet bending over his head as you hear an audible crack, his body falling at a 90 degree angle to his head. Tengeku sighed, and picked his brother up, as he was cackling madly. He snapped his own neck back into place, and took a deep breath, smelling everything. The fresh grass, the clean air. It was unlike the polluted city he was used to. He felt he was free. But the freedom was short lived as he smelled something else. A light, flowery scent, but unlike anything else in this field. It stood out like a sore thumb. A pleasant smelling thumb. Tengeku was alert to the immense dimensional energy behind them. The two of them whipped around, staring at the male with a slightly puzzled expression, though Krotsu's was more hostile, a deep growl in his throat. Tengeku put his hand in front of his brother and sighed once more, pushing his glasses up on his nose.

"I do apologize for my brother, he's nigh brain dead. We have been brought here by some strange and malignant force, I do hope you
could help us find our way... somewhere? What might your name be sir? I am Tengeku, and this is my fool of a brother Krotsu."
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PostSubject: Re: [TTOSTSCLT] Story   Tue Jul 31, 2012 12:31 am

Ragnarok exchanged glances between the two brothers, his tired expression not budging a bit. "Tengeku and Krotsu hm? Wisdom and strength. I am Ragnarok and unfortunately I do not believe I can help you as I too was brought here by a strange force." He gave a short bow with his introduction. The looming presence of the Dragon of Twilight reminded him. "I have a question for you, do you know anything about this?" He drew out the Device fragment, holding it before the two.


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When the first bullet casing hit the group it rekindled the core inside the dormant robot. Turret sprung to life. She stood up in a series of jerks and rotation. Her eyes illuminated a bright blue and took in her surroundings.
"Unfamiliar." she declared. She turned her head to the side puzzled. "Low Conflict levels detected. Power at 10% and rising." She continued to ramble. She took a minute to process the information and when she found nothing of interest she decided it was time she explored the place herself. She stopped with the first step. Under her foot was the fragment that had landed on her back. She picked it up and examined it with an frighteningly evil smile. The blue glow in her eyes gave away to yellow. "How interesting."
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PostSubject: Re: [TTOSTSCLT] Story   Sun Aug 05, 2012 3:23 am

The two brothers exchanged a look as the strange flower-man spoke. His name had a bit of a foreboding tone to Krotsu, but he shook the thought away. Tengeku went to speak, but his thoughts were cut off as Ragnarok presented the Device frament to the two. Tengeku could feel massive amounts of energy coming from it, but to Krotsu, it was simply a shiny thing-a-ding. They both came closer instinctively, Tengeku because of the massive potential, Krotsu because it was incredibly shiny. Before Tengeku could even ask though, Krotsu's stomach overtook his mind, as he bit onto the device fragment, to Tengeku's horror.
"ith thathes goo"
"SPIT IT OUT RIGHT NOW."
"wwvvhy?!"
"YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE IT'S BEEN!"
Krotsu did all he could to take more of the device into his mouth.
"MMRMFRRM A HRMMRR!"
"STOP THAT!!!"
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PostSubject: Re: [TTOSTSCLT] Story   Wed Aug 08, 2012 12:28 am

The door flung back open. Mr. Humor wasn't going to let this new guy have all the fun by himself. Besides, Mr. Humor wouldn't mind having an ally like that. He hasn't seen anybody like that since Tombstone. Speaking of which, where is he?

The door led into a corridor that seemed to have no end. The door slammed behind the both of them.

"Hmmmm, must be the work of the Riddler," Humor pulled a random, little device out of his pocket and plugged it into the wall closest to him. He started turning nobs on the device until it started sparking. Eventually the poor little machine fizzled out, leaving Mr. Humor empty handed.

"What were you trying to accomplish?"
"The impossible, Friar Tuck! but it seems that somebody doesn't want that." Mr. Humor pulled out another device and tried again. This time he got better results. "So it seems I can't manipulate the world, but he has nothing to stop me from adding stuff." Suddenly before their eyes was a motorcycle with a sidecars.

"Enough of this," suddenly the computer exploded in Mr. Humor's hands. "This is not how you are suppose to solve my puzzle. Do it right or perish"
Mr. Humor laughed, "playing fair? You know that isn't my style, Mr. Serious! But just to humor you, I guess the monk and I will play your stupid game. Speaking of stupid games, why not just make a giant checkers board? At least that would be fun."
"I have had enough of your stupid comments, Humor. solve my labyrinth or I'll kill you now."

"I think we should do what he says," Graz'zt was worried of what the omnipotent voice would do.
"Don't worry, Brother Grabz-it! If anyone is going to kill us it is going to be me, damn it! ah-ha..hahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Graz'zt didn't like the idea of tagging along with this guy anymore

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PostSubject: Re: [TTOSTSCLT] Story   Fri Aug 10, 2012 12:48 pm

As Graz’zt and Mr. Humor took their first step forward, a figure seemed to materialized at the end of the hallway. Their minds struggled to comprehend for a moment the paradox of a character existing at the end of a hallway that had no end. Rather, Graz’zt’s mind struggled to comprehend it, while Mr. Humor’s did not try. Mr. Humor instinctively just raised his gun to shoot the figure, getting only a few dry clicks from his weapon in response.

The figure spread his arms wide, almost magnanimously. “Allow me to lay down some ground rules. This is a gentleman’s game. If you solve the labyrinth, you get my piece of the Device. If you fail to solve it, i.e. die, then I receive your piece. Any attempts to cheat will result in death. Understand, Mr. Humor?” The figure had somehow added a sense of the condescending to its monotone voice. Mr. Humor spat on the floor.

“Now, as this is both a puzzle and a gentleman’s game,” Mr. Serious continued, “The two of you cannot work together. Some might consider it cheating.” He shook his head as though this was the most inconceivable and unforgivable of sins. “You’ll just both have to walk your own maze.” The figure waved a hand in their direction, and the world began to change.

The greyness shifted, and Mr. Humor and Graz’zt found themselves pulled apart, slowly losing sight of each other in the distance. Just as knew walls began to rise above them, and new ceilings close them in, they heard the last of the figure’s voice in the distance, “Oh, and watch out for the Dead Ends.”
**

Graz’zt looked about himself, taking in the granite walls and the dimly lit shadows. With an almost flair for the dramatic, Mr. Serious had added old-style medieval torches to the sides of the walls, each spaced regularly from the last. After moving forward and around his first few corners, he came across his first choice. Would he go straight, or would he make a right?

**

Mr. Humor started walking before the ceiling even closed in over him. Before long, he found himself at his first major decision, and his trigger fingers itched with the need to avoid tricky levels of thought. Would he go straight, or make a left?

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