Hello dear reader if you are reading this then congratulation your eyes work. What you see below you is an experiment of mine, something that I have been itching for some time now to write. I hope you will voulnteer your time to read it, if you do please continue down. I thank you for your time and will see you at the end.

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What existed was nothing, and nothing thereby equates to zero meaning the absence of something. Something had to exist to make nothing, but now plenty of things were turning into nothing in the world. Around the space could be seen patches of reality fading and crumbling at the fall of the great hand that held them together.

Blue could give two fucks about reality fading, what he did care for was the mad man about to kill him. He tried to stand but found his feet frozen to the ground by the surrounding ice. The blue spectators were observers of this man's fate. They surrounded him making a wall that overshadowed him; were they enemies, or unknown friends?

The monster, the mad man, approached, his left arm held out thirsting to claim Blue's life.

"Crap, crap, crap," Blue stuttered as he used the wall to at least get on his feet, if one is going to die might as well look your death-giver in the face. The man's right arm, well, what was left of it, dangled by his side like a limp dick after a date with Stacy. A stump stood as a border to signal the absence of its hand, and the brown, shriveled, burnt skin of the arm seemed to shrink and cower in fear of the one who hurt it. Thankfully . . . that man is far away now.

"I'll fucking kill you," growled the man as he stretched out his left arm, ignoring the piece of the sky that shattered right next to him as it fell right through the ground, "I'll fucking rip your head off."

Only a few steps, inch-by-inch, and Time would have its revenge, just like Space did.

Blue was desperate for anything to save him, he looked around for his broadsword but remembered that it was broken at the beginning of the battle. Shattered with a mere flick of this man's right hand; there is no sword to come to his rescue, no asteroid, no dinosaurs, no dragon/turtles, no raccoons, and no Red. At the mere cost of reality, Space rupturing at the seams, Red was removed permanently and became nothing. Wherever Red is now in the great nothing Blue was certain the dumbass was laughing said ass off for taking that bastard's right hand with him.

Blue was staring down the same path as the mad man stood before him, with his left arm stretched, Blue stared at the bane of Time's existence, at a man who should not exist yet does: The Man who defied Space and Time. At a time like this it is usually custom for the future late party to utter final words as a remembrance of them, and with that Blue stared at death and uttered, "Fuck."


If you made it this far pat yourself on the back for surviving (YAY!). Now if you will permit I now ask: what did you think? Do I dare attempt to challenge such an obstacle? I do not know, yet it frightens me so to even attempt to tackle such a series as crude as this one. But I find the challenge quite invigorating to test my skills in writing in a different fashion. The only problem is I DO NOT KNOW WHERE TO GO. There are ideas bouncing in my head but nothing concrete has set in, Waah BaD WrITer waah. Soooo, yeah, do not hold your breath, do not get mad if I do not update because I have a good reason. Until then I will leave you with this:

Transcending along the Astral plane

Lies a place that has no name

Space takes up Time

Just like a two nickles is a dime

One is two as two is one, this is true

The blood of the sky will know what to do

Fare thee well.