Chapter 13: That which we hold dear will fade not only from existence, but also from our hearts. Stupidity and hate, however, are forever.
The sun rose as Garfield looked onwards towards his destination. He had made it. He had found Brazil, and knew that Berri was somewhere within. He could sense such things, being Garfield and all, yet could not pinpoint his exact location. He had traveled so far to bring this conflict to an end, and he would not allow this incarnation of Berri to continue to pollute this world with corrosive presence.
Few knew the truth of Garfield, and fewer chose to believe it. He had not always been this way. He had not always been immortal. This Berri would never bring such curses to this or any other world again.
Riding further on he began to see increasing signs of North Korean rule, but such things mattered not to Garfield. The sins of man were great, yet Garfield was to bear the burden of something far greater. He had resolved to end a sin older than man itself. The only thing Garfield felt nervous towards, and the only thing Garfield considered a threat.
As sunlight began to leak in from the nearby mountains, Garfield wondered how it was that someone, no - something, could find joy in ending such beautiful thing as the world. No. He couldn't even be sure if what Berri felt from all this could be considered an emotion. He couldn't even be sure Berri was a living being, or even some mindless force of nature carrying out these actions simply because the probability of such things happening somewhere in the multiverse was assured.
In the midst of deep thought Garfield drove. He drove on and on through the once free nation of Brazil. The blood of countless innocents had been shed in the initial invasion, and now the peoples here faced an oppressive puppet regime which sought to stifle their human rights. Garfield had the distinct feeling Berri dipped his hand in this conundrum, though he knew he could not blame all the world's problems on him. Only most of them. Though he wouldn't put it past him.
"Fucking dinosaurs." Garfield announced upon seeing that which blocked his path.
"DINOSAUR NOISES!" Screeched the T-rex.
With that Garfield lept from his Motorcycle, Desert Eagle twirling towards his grip. Rocketing towards the jurassic douchebag, he raised his free arm in a guarding stance whilst aiming his firearm from below his defensive appendage. The dinosaur began launching a barrage of flamboyantly colored explosive energy spiders, as Garfield opened fire. Destroying the oncoming projectiles, the momentum of Garfield's leap continued to deliver him to his opponent.
"You can block my bullets, but can you extinguish extinction?" Garfield asked of his foe.
"That which is extinct may never die! Fool! I was reborn by the will of The Song That Plays For Longest Ends!"
"What the actual fuck does that even mean?"
And with that Garfield closed in, and sealed it's fate. Or so he expected. What he did not expect was the dinosaur to adopt a defensive stance and parry Garfield. The tail of the beast shot forth wrapping around Garfield and throwing upwards to space.
Garfield had not expected to open his eyes and find himself surrounded by crimson sands. He was on mars. The dinosaur was also flying towards him from earth. The beast landed on Garfield, creating such a crater that a circular arena had been set. Miles upon Miles of smoothed terrain left to these two beings for their mortal combat.
"Fool, now you are on my home terrain!" Shouted the dinosaur.
"You are a space dinosaur?"
"No mortal! Do you not see? I AM THE ROMAN GOD, MARS!" Declared the roman dinosaur god of war.
With that the beast's arms grew to a size average to a creature of his proportions. Summoning forth two great gladius' of bronze and gold, the dinosaur rushed forward to meet his worthy adversary. Garfield recognizing him atlast as a worthy opponent, put away his gun. He would no longer require the handicap.
Rushing forth to clash blade on fist, the two manly masculine men engaged in manliness. The dinosaur lept into the air, and cascaded down in a twirl of bladed skill. Flipping to the side and landing on his knees, Garfield propelled himself upwards from his position and kicked upwards and to the back.
Having parried the blades Garfield altered the trajectory of his fall, and flipped once more. Rocketing forwards and striking viciously the nape of his foe's neck, Garfield expanded the radius of their crater arena through the sheer momentum of his blow.
"You fight as a true American! Yet can you outpunch me wielding the Mars Curiosity rover? Come my blade, and let us go where no man has gone before!"
With those challenging words, the rover rocketed towards its creator: The roman dinosaur god of war/ chief NASA scientist. Finding itself now in his grasp, the machine began to shed unnecessary parts revealing its true form.
The mars rover was a chainsaw.
Moving, faster than one could possibly say, the T-rex began to dash to random points around the arena. This gave the odd impression that he was appearing at multiple points at once, and was meant to confuse his foe.
"I SAW what you did there, but none can deceive Garfield's mystic eyes of bullshit perception!" Exclaimed Garfield.
Catching the ever rotating blade of the chainsaw, Garfield and the T-rex both decided it was time to end this.
All that could be seen from Earth was a great expanding wave of manliness which revived the vikings upon reaching the planet. It was as the citizens of Earth's nations looked upwards they saw a single shooting star descending from the atmosphere. They wished upon this star, and their wishes were granted. The star was Garfield.
Having landed back on earthen soil, Garfield looked upwards towards the sky to witness in horror the shards of Mar's former self descending to earth.
"NO! I can not allow this to be the end!" Garfield said heroically.
It was then that Garfield noticed something was very wrong. The shards had slowed their descent, and soon stopped entirely, all as the sky above took on a deathly greenish-tanned hue as the air grew heavy. Oppressive even. It was then Garfield turned to look behind him and felt a mixture of horror and righteous rage. He witnessed a flock of birds, frozen in place in the skies above. Time had been killed.
"BERRI! YOU HAVE LIVED LONG ENOUGH!"
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