Be Aric. Prepare for the fight against your denizen.
I walk down the stone steps to my denizen's layer. I figure if I can beat my denizen then the rest will be easy. My two favorite bows are strapped to my back.
The Scattershot can fire up to four arrows at once. Its the shotgun of bows. The other one is the Shocker. This one is explosive.
A pair of gloves covers my hand, and two battle axes hang on each hip.
I finally reach my denizen's layer.
"The Page of Life has arrived" It growls at me. It gets up on all four legs, and towers over me. "You have a choice to make. Fight me, and take your bounty, or go and rescue your friends. But first, listen to my advice"
"Even now, as you stand here, two members of your session plot against you all. The two components of paradox space, Time and Space, have turned against you. They plot to dispose of all those who survive the Black King fight, and take the ultimate reward for themselves"
Time and Space? Tyler and Monty are our time and space players. Could they be plotting against us? Tyler I can believe, but I'm not sure about Monty.
"You are the Hero of Life. You can use your life powers to save your friends"
"Enough!" I shout up at it. "You talk only to confuse me!" I pull out both of my axes. I charge the Denizen, at attempt to slash at its legs.
It sidesteps my attack, and casually hits me with a leg. I go flying, and hit the stone wall.
Something inside me cracks.
"So your decision is death" it growls.
I pick myself up off the floor, and ready myself to attack again.
"Foolish boy. You should have god tiered before you thought of challenging me"
The beast raises one of it's massive feet, and moves to crush me.
I try to roll out of the way. When my face faces up again, I can see the massive, padded paw, less than a foot away. I hardly have time to say shit, and worry about what the session will be like without me.
Aric's splattered remains, become Tyler. Aric's splattered remains cannot become Tyler, as they are just splattered remains, and have no interests besides slowly rotting. Co-Author, become Tyler. the Co-Author refuses. He will not be a wimpy Page of Time. He will smack The Author upside the head, however. Fine. Co-Author, assault The Author.
Strife!
I, the Co-Author, glare at my counterpart. My double bladed ax is in my hand. I feel the rage bubble up within me, giving me a massive amount of energy.
I, The Author, glare at my counterpart. I have my claymore in my right hand, and my rapier in my left. I feel the connection between me and all of space, each and every universe, and the massive amount of power.
We rush at each other, weapons raised.
I, The Author, shout, and my voice reverberates through all of space.
I, the Co-Author, shout, and my voice echoes through all the anger and hatred that ever had existed and ever will exist.
We clash, a flurry of blows being exchanged. The Co-Author swings his ax at The Authors neck, but The Author dodges it.
The Author smacks the Co-Author with the flat of his blade.
*the Co-Author smacks The Author* *'What the fuck are you doing?'* *The Author rubs his head* *'Writing!'* *the Co-Author raises his hand as if to bitch slap The Author* *The Author cringes* *'Okay, okay. No more meta stories'* *The Author adjusts his taped nerdy glasses, and continues writing*
Be Tyler.
You are now Tyler. Your username is I/AM/OP, abbreviated as OP. You love playing games such as clash of clans. You would call yourself a natural leader, but others would call you power hungry. You are currently talking to Monty.
PB: So, you want to help me with something?
OP: What is this something?
PB: An assassination.
OP: Ooh! Who?
PB: Anthony. I've got my reasons.
OP: hypothetically speaking...
PB: Yes? If it's something you want kept secret, I won't tell the others.
OP: What if we were to let the majority of the session die, and keep the new universe to the two of us?
PB: I've been thinking something along those lines. But how can I trust you not to stab me in the back as soon as we get there?
OP: Just gonna have to trust me.
Become Monty. Explore your world as you talk.
OP: Just gonna have to trust me.
I walk up a hill. According to Lea, my quest bed is somewhere in this area. I have no clue how she got that information.
PB: Anyways, have you god tiered yet?
OP: I'm looking for my bed. You?
PB: Same here. Lea told me it's somewhere in this general vicinity.
OP: About Lea...
PB: No, we're not gonna try and find a way to assassinate her too. You gotta have some control over that. Anyways, she's a nice person, erm, Troll, and she's helped me a lot.
OP: That's what I was gonna talk about. You were pretty quick to jump to her defense.
PB: Fuck you.
OP: You tried to do that to Kory.
PB: Wjatever.
PB: Whatever.*
OP: Lel. I'm kidding.
PB: Lel?
OP: Whatever. So when we gonna do this?
PB: Soon...
OP: *Insert ninja here* Soon...
OP: For real, though, we're just knocking him around, right?
PB: Yeah. I couldn't murder someone. And were just gonna has a coupe on the session, and put ourselves as the heads.
OP: Alright. Good. So, about you and Lea...
PB: Really?
OP: Knowing a desperate guy like you, I thought you'd be willing.
PB: I'm not desperate!
OP: Well, seeing as how Bailey has effectively left you for Anthony...
PB: Me and Lea are just friends.
OP: Alright, maybe I got you wrong. Is Cantus who you're gunning for
PB: I'm not a homosexual!
OP: Alright, John.
OP: I beg to differ.
PB: Give me proof.
OP: You tried getting in Kory's pants.
PB: That was a story!
OP: That you wrote while tired, which by an odd twist of human psychology means that's what you want.
OP: Whatever.
Another message pops up before me.
PB: I'm gonna go. Lea just sent me a message.
OP: Point proven.
PB: Fuck off.
I switch chats.
PB: Hey!
DA: heyyou sound excited
PB: Just glad to hear from my friend.
DA: friendanother one of your human allegiances
PB: Haha. It's not an oath
or anything. It's just two people who like being around each other.
DA: humans are so weird
PB: You wanna talk about weird, look at your social organization.
DA: You humans can only grasp half of the quadrants well
PB: Hey, I understand kismesitude pretty well. Romantic hate.
DA: I see
MU: (Hey, Monty!)
PB: Cantus! I see you're using a more readable quirk.
PB: So, how's it going with changing the timeline?
DA: Pretty wellThe underlings are attacking more ferociously, but I'm able to hold them off for now
MU: (We killed the black king! Now were going to assassinate the queen)
DA: Monty, do you think you could come to my universe and save me once you start realizing your potential?
PB: I could try. But isn't space incredibly unstable in-between the universes? Full of worm holes and gravitational anomalies?
MU: (And time is unstable as well)
PB: How can time be unstable?
DA: it doesn't flow in a linear fashion
PB: To hell with it. I'll probably just use my space powers, and ride a giant asteroid, going through random universes till I find yours.
DA: I cant wait to see you!
MU: (Do you think you could find this version of the session too?)
PB: I'll see if I find you
DA: Oh!I have a gift for you, Monty
PB: Hm?
DA: Hold on, I'm going to send it to you through a portal
A blue portal opens up on the ground in front of me. A pair of blue headphones pop out of it, and land softly on the ground. I pick them up, and look them over.
They resemble a pair of Monster DNAs, although the ear cups are a little more stylized. They're double layered cushioned. I pull of my hood. My HUD turns off, and I blink a few times, adjusting. I slip the headphones on, and all the outside noise is silenced.
I pull my newly made iPod out, and plug it into the headphone jack. I pull up one of my favorite songs.
The sound quality is amazing. The bass seems to rock my head, but the highs still come through clearly. There's no buzzing from the headphones.
I take them off, and pull on the hood. My HUD reboots, and I pull open my chat.
PB: Those are amazing!
MU: (my headphones are amazing, ain't they?)
PB: Yeah. Thanks Lea.
DA: No probI'm not a big music lover, so I never had any need if themAnd something tells me you should have them
Victoria just invited me to a group chat labeled 'Important!'.
PB: Well, thanks, but I gotta go. I think something happened.
I switch chats again.
PY: Alright, I'm going to start with a roll call to make sure everyones here.
PY: Tyler?
OP: Here.
PY: Kory?
MS: Yo
PY: Scotty?
GT: Here.
PY: Anthony?
QE: Here.
PY: Monty?
PB: Eeyup.
PY: Bailey?
MP: Here.
PY: Kody?
IS: Right here.
PY: Tess?
RB: Here.
PY: Sam?
SJ: What's wrong?
PY: Alright.
MS: What about Aric?
QE: Yeah, aren't we missing someone?
PB: Did something happen?
PY: Aric was killed fighting his denizen.
MP: Oh damn.
RB: Did he god tier yet?
PY: No.
PY: That's why I called you all here.
TP: So your first pl/\yer h/\s died.
PB: Another troll?
PY: You know who he is?
PB: Not specifically. But I know his kind.
TP: H/\r h/\r. This boy is sm/\rt. Possibly sm/\ter th/\n th/\h rest of y/\.
PB: No, I've just been talking to people from your session.
TP: Boy, /\h w/\s in /\ single pl/\yer session.
PB: I didn't know that was possible.
TP: It is possible.
PB: Hold on.
MuzicUnderground added to chat.
DualApocolypse added to chat.
MU: (holy shit this is a lot of humans)
DA: Montyare these your friends?
PB: Yup.
TP: Who /\re these trolls? St/\te yer business in my universe!
DA: Watch it
MU: (hey bro, that ain't cool)
TP: Do not call me 'bro', insolent br/\t.
DA: damnhe's crabby
MP: *backs away*
TP: You! D/\, st/\te your full usern/\me and full n/\me!
DA: you first
TP: I /\m the Comm/\nder! I /\m your superior! You will obey me! Wh/\t is your blood color?
DA: My username is DualApocolypse, similar to an old acquaintance's username. But my name is Lea. My blood color is none of your damn business.
TP: Le/\? Wh/\t kind of /\ n/\me is th/\t? Give me your double six letter n/\me!
MU: You best back the fuck down right now.
TP: You d/\re speak to me that way?
TP: /\re you in c/\hoots with The Signless?
MU: Who?
TP: D/\mn P/\r/\dox sp/\ce. You must be f/\r from his time period. You, MU, st/\te your inform/\tion!
MU: MuzicUnderground. Full name is Cantus Umculo. Rust blood.
TP: Rust blood? Rust blood! How d/\re you, /\ lowly rust blood, /\ct this way. If I w/\s there, I would te/\ch you /\ lesson or two.
MU: Damn. Stop coming on so strong with the kismesitude.
TP: This is genuine h/\te. You, Le/\, I command that you give me your blood color!
DualPersona added to chat.
AutumnsFlower added to chat.
DP: NoW What'S GoinG ON.
AF: pErUrO?
TP: St/\te your n/\mes and blood colors.
DP: PerurO. OrchiD. UnlesS YouR OnE OF ThE AquatiC TrollS, OR A SubbjugulatoR, I SuggesT YoU BacK ThE FucK DowN.
TP: I /\pologize, Sir. You, AF, wh/\t is your blood color?
AF: grEEn.
TP: Lime green?
AF: nO. whY dO YOU cArE sO mUch AbOUt blOOd cOlOr. YOU shOUdn't bE bOssIng ArOUnd the lOwEr blOOds, YOU shOUld bE hElpIng thEm.
TP: I see. Your pl/\net, is it c/\lled Beforus?
DP: YeS. WhY?
TP: Hm. I see. Well, I'm off.
TentaclePorn has left the chat.
DP: TentaclePorn? SoundS LikE SomeonE I KnoW.
AF: gEEz, hE sOUndEd lIkE sUch A dOUchE.
PB: Hey, I'm always up for chatting with new people, but who the fuck are you?
DP: JusT FriendS WitH LeA And CantuS.
MP: Ah. More trolls.
AF: YOU sAy thAt As If YOU ArEn't OnE.
PY: We're not.
AF: hOw Odd. thEn whAt ArE YOU?
GT: Humans...
DA: They're hornless trolls, basically. With pink skin.
RB: So you have horns and your skin isn't pink?
MU: Yup. My horns are like giant downward curving fish hooks. Every troll's horns are different. And every troll has grey skin.
PB: So what was this about blood color?
MU: What do you mean?
RB: Don't you all have red blood?
DA: No. We have the hemospectrum. The top, the ruling class, is purple. The lowest blood color is rust.
MU: I'm a rust blood!
DA: Yes. Red blood is a mutant blood color, and even lower on the hemospectrum then rust blood.
PY: Well, you know, we technically have two blood colors. Oxygenated blood is bright red, and de-oxygenated blood is more a dark purple.
DP: FascinatinG. EacH AnD EverY OnE OF YoU IS AN OutcasT, AN OutsideR, YeT EacH AnD EverY OnE OF YoU HaS ThE RighT TO BE RespecteD. OR FeareD, DependinG ON YouR StylE.
MP: This is all very interesting, but I have stuff to do.
Nor/mlp/erson has left the chat.
RB: Same here.
RedheadedBandit left the chat.
PB: Yeah. I'm finding my quest bed.
XinXhisXshadowX has left the chat.
I log out of the chat.
Monty, Be Kory
Me and my little brother Kody walk along in my world. We're supposedly looking for my quest bed. Monty has been rambling on about how important these are, but I don't necessarily get why. Neither does Kody
Kody has been acting strange towards me lately. I can't place it, something just seems off about him.
A stiff silence develops between us.
"Sooooo..." I break the silence.
"What?" he snaps back at me.
"How you doin', brother?"
"Fine". All his answers are snappy and short.
"No you ain't, brother. I've known you long enough to know when you are all down feelin'"
We walk alongside a cliff.
Kory, be Kody.
We walk alongside a cliff. Now's my chance to be rid of this I'm imbecile once and for all.
I kick a rock under his foot. He trips over it, and I push him while he's flailing his arms. He tumbles over the edge.
I pull my coin out from my pocket, and flip it. It lands heads up, and it grows and grows, until I'm holding a full length buster sword, like the one from Kory's much beloved Final Fantasy game.
I use to think that game, and my brother, were cool. Now I know better.
I look over the edge, seeing if Kory's still alive.
The fucker isn't only alive, but survived unscratched.
"Hey, I found my quest bed!" he shouts up at me.
I slide down the cliff, going slowly, and land next to him. He walks around the purple slab of stone, eyeing it inquisitively.
Kody, be another character.
You are now a new character.
You sit in your room on Earth.
It is suggested that you take inventory of your room.
You have your new, fast computer in one corner of the room. Man, you love this computer. A window looks out over a city. It's night, and the neon glow seeps into your room. A rainbow of neon colors lights up your otherwise lightless room. The window is open, so the ambient noise of cars and people seep in.
You bed lays underneath this window. A door opposite of the window leads to the rest of the apartment.
It is suggested that you observe what is on your walls...
You look up from your awesome computer. Oh yes. Those posters.
The most prominent detail is the masculine Hoofbeast, err, you mean horse. The most prominent detail of the horse is it's massive member.
It is suggested that you stop being the new character. The new character has some seriously messed up problems, and he should be saved for a time when a new plot device is desperately needed.
New guy, be Kory.
I walk around the stone slab. Monty described what it should look like. Four large pillars at the corners, and that purple symbol that vaguely looks like a face.
I stop, my little brother behind me.
I sharp pain erupts in the middle of my chest. I look down, and see Kody's large buster sword protruding from my chest.
"Oh look" I say, nonchalantly. "I've been impaled"
I slip off the sword, and land on my quest bed. The purple becomes more of a deeeeeeeelicious t8sting red.
I don't hate my little brother. I'm just confused.
My last sentence comes out as I choke on blood. "I love you... My brother..."
DEAD
