And now we return after the short hiatus.


Jeff watched from a distance as Patior lined up his sights on Furlok.

Jeff didn't intervene, he knew he couldn't. This wasn't his timeline, wasn't his place to meddle. Patior fired, his bullet killing the session's space player immediately.

She hadn't finished her role in the session quite yet, and so killing her, Jeff figured, was the moment at which point this time line became truly doomed. He sighed as Patior only now realized what he'd done wrong.

The Heir of Time took out his notepad, jotting down, 'Furlok should God Tier before Patior shoots', along with the other notes he'd also taken.

As a time player, Jeff's primary role in the session was to retrieve information from doomed timelines, timelines where something went wrong, failed, died, and ultimately led to the death of all members in the session.

He wasn't sure how other time players would do this-though he assumed for Seer's it would be the safest, as they could simply gaze into alternate timelines-but for Jeff, he was able to physically enter these alternate timelines and watch what happened.

Well, perhaps it was a flaw to say they were alternate. They could all still happen, all still doom them. They were all possible.

It was his job to guide them through the events to come and prevent the session from being ruins. Happily, doing s also allowed him to practice his powers as he jumped from one point in possible time to another.

Jeff took a breath, floating into the air with his long hood sweeping the ground, his entire body becoming red and swirling like the gears of a clock as he became time, flowing his consciousness from one point in the stream to another. It was always hard for him to focus on where he was going in time when he was physically in it, but he'd managed to get used to it now. He looked around where and when he was.

He was a bit farther from the present. Well, the present relatively speaking. He was on LoLaS, Lurabo's land. She was confronting a horde of monsters approaching from the distance. She drew from her tarot deck, drawing the Devil card. She gasped, dropping to her knees as she began to cough up blood.

Jeff winced, at this, jotting down another note, 'Keep Lurabo on cane attacks, take her to quest bed.' he took another breath, closing his eyes and looking for something in Arvis' future. He passed to the next timeline over, finding the Page of Blood already God Tiered.

Jeff realized he was a bi further down the timeline than he expected, and was peering deeper into an already doomed timeline.

What had doomed it, he wasn't certain, but he knew it had to have something to do with Arvis. In any event, in this current moment, Arvis was already ascended, floating almost a mile in the air, a steadily growing orb of blood red energy pulsating around and from him. Jeff whistled, a bit surprised by this.

At their strongest, Page's became living weapons of their aspect, generating it like a battery; hence it being the most potentially powerful class. Jeff speculated that this 'ultimate attack' that the Page's were capable of had both an offensive and support attack.

What the support attack was for Arvis, the Page of Blood, Jeff couldn't say. But he was getting a pretty good idea of the offensive attack; a wave of connection, bloody forged chains ensnaring everything in the area, countering magic, Arvis' aspect embodied physically; unbreakable even by Brendon's Doom attacks.

Wait… Brendon?

Jeff had to do a double take but yes, Brendon was indeed one of the people being bound in the bleeding chains.

For what reason, Jeff could only speculate it had something to do with the dead body of Java and the similarly mutilated Aspico.

Arvis let out a scream of anger as his blood attack expanded, the chains tightening and pulling monsters, Brendon, and Mutosi to the ground, starting to strangle them to death. Jeff wasn't even sure what to do in this world.

Lacking the proper information, Jeff wondered what the absolute worst possible outcome was, and decided to check what it was. He closed his eyes and prepared for his largest time jump yet.

He passed through time and arrived somewhere cold. Very cold.

Looking around, Jeff could only see ash mixing with snow, an infinity of grey in every direction. He couldn't even see what land he was on. He looked up, and saw nothing but darkness. Even the stars were gone. The one thing he saw that he did recognize was.. Well, himself.

Him a few months older it seemed, his god tier outfit torn in some places and burnt in others. He was floating slightly from the ground, barefoot, his highly upgraded baseball bat-bent to the point of uselessness-in his hand.

"Woah.." Was all Jeff could say. Doomed Jeff turned around, sighing when he saw himself.

"Yeah.. turns out our job is a bit more important than I thought. Only one more important is Furlok, and even she at least has it easier than us."

"Yeah.. I'm starting to see that.." Jeff said as he looked down at the paper full of time changes he needed to make to keep their session from destroying itself.

"Is.. is it even possible to stop all of them?" He asked, "I know I've got time powers, but there's so much.."

Doom Jeff shook his head, "Nope. you can put as much effort into it as you want, but you're never gonna get to every single thing."

"Then.. what should I do?" Jeff asked.

"Well," Doomed Jeff said, looking around the wasteland, "Obviously not what I did. I don't know what all you've got to take care of, but I haven't got much left here. I know the first mistake I made was with the Denizens.

"Everyone taking The Choice was a mistake, but then I looked back at other timelines to try and fix it, and everyone fighting the Denizens was also a mistake. Don't try to turn time backwards. We're the Heir of time, not the Witch. We make slight adjustments.

"We direct the flow, we don't control it. Too many jumps in time will doom you, too few will leave you trapped. There's some happy medium, and from what I saw, most doomed timelines involve us not finding it."

Jeff nodded at this, "I'll do my best to find it."

"See that you do. I'm gonna go. Try and find a timeline that's fine aside from me dying."

"Best of luck to you." Jeff said, closing his eyes to jump back to the present. He assumed he'd not gone back far enough when he landed, as Brendon was dying on the floor.

Then he sighed in annoyance when he realized that this was in fact the present. 'You leave for five seconds..'


'He isn't a moirale, he's a threat. He isn't a moirale, he's a threat. He isn't a moirale, he's a threat.'

Valtina repeated it inside her mind as she exited through the gate that brought her through to Furlok's land. She looked around at LoMaF, her weapons at the ready. According to Patior, Brendon would be with Furlok at the frog temple.

She could already see the temple in the distance. It was a ways off, but nothing she couldn't handle. No, the thing she was worried about not being able to handle was what would come when she reached the temple.

She knew what she had to do. The prophecy on her land had told her, Patior had told her, and she'd been telling herself that since she received the mention, but the idea of actually doing it was still a frightening one.

'He's a threat,' She reminded herself again, 'and its just a game. He'll be fine.' This thought, while hollow, was what helped her steel her nerves as she ran forward through the markets and into the frog infested wasteland beyond it.

She checked her equipment several times along the way, covering her face with her gardening mask.

Conceal her identity and prevent her breathing in anything noctious. She was going to need it considering what her first attack was intended to be.


Brendon fired point blank into the Archeon's eyes, blasting the monster into a pile of grist.

"Are you sure you can help?" He called to Furlok, receiving no response from the space player inside the temple.

Brendon grumbled in annoyance, switching from his Super Shotty to his Spade Sparker for the approaching jade Basilisk. It hadn't been working very well recently, as their temporary oscillation to redrom had weakened the hatred lust that fueled the weapon; but he figured his current frustration with her could fuel at least a battle.

Granted, the reason Furlok was unable to help was her attending to her space player tasks; using the machine inside the temple to clone and genetically alter the frogs they had captured. Why she needed to clone specifically frogs for the game to work properly, she wasn't sure, but she supposed it had to be done.

Outside, Brendon's spade sparker sent a flaming chop into the basilisk's metallic skin, melting through it and pinning the creature to the ground.

He kicked the creature in the jaw and swung the axe again, cutting the creature in two; killing it. He panted slightly, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he began to gather the grist.

As he did so, he heard something approaching. He lifted his axe, ready to continue fighting if he needed to. He saw the spherical object careening towards him just barely in time to swing his axe at it, but doing so didn't help him much.

On contact, the axe caused the orb-which was indeed a bomb-burst into a cloud of noxious fumes, plant killer filling the air in several feet around Brendon.

He yelped in shock and pain from the feeling of the poison stinging his skin. He swung his axe wildly, unable to see what was coming for him until he felt it cutting into his hip. Valtina's Sawvel dug into his side leaving a deep wound.

He swung his axe in her direction, not knowing it was her. Valtina let go of the weapon to backup, the blade lodged in his hip bone.

The pain caused Brendon to wheeze, which only made his lungs burn more as they were filled with toxins. Valtina took out her seeder drill weapon, sending it flying into the cloud of poison along with a second plant killer bomb.

The drill hit Brendon's chest, punching through his body and impaling through him. It missed the heart by a bit, but considering the amount of damage, Brendon could tell it probably wasn't necessary to get a direct hit. He dropped his axe and took out his shotgun, firing into vaguely the direction he'd been hit from.

There were two issues with that. The first was that Valtina had already moved out of the way; the second was that the shot firing had ignited the poisonous fumes around him.

The engulfing flame threw Brendon into the air the wind knocked out of him and his body slightly charred. He landed hard, but to Valtina's shock, still stood back to his feet.

Half blind, and unable to feel most of his body, it was a combination of stubborn will and Prince of Doom powers that he didn't fully understand that kept him alive. He saw Valtina approaching through his blurry vision.

In any other state, he'd likely have realized immediately that it was her who'd been attacking him, but in his current, highly rattled state, his mind just defaulted to his mental image of Valtina; a kind, caring figure who'd likely come to help him.

He reached out to her, only to realize fully what was happening when Valtina got close enough to draw her sais, driving them both into Brendon's throat.

Brendon fell to the ground, the remainder of his life starting to fade as the culprit retrieved her weapons from his body, turning to run off from the area.

Furlok came out from the temple of frogs to see what Brendon had been whining about earlier, her eyes widening when she saw the cloud of smoke in the air, and Brendon-or what was left of him after the ambush-on the ground. In the distance, Furlok could see a humanoid figure running away, likely towards the closest gate.

Her vision practically turned red as she took out a splatter bomb, chucking it with all her strength in their direction, then reached down to draw her Brushware set.

The teal blood's mind was set at its default of combat, and she started to run towards the attacker.

The splatter bomb fell short, painting the ground a variety of colors as the attacker continued to run off.

As Furlok ran, her eyes refusing to fill with tears at what may have happened to her kismesis, she felt herself be tripped up and thrown into the dirt. She sprung back up, turning to slash at whoever had attacked her.

Jeff raised his bat, blocking her bladed paintbrushes, "Easy, easy, its me." Jeff said.

Furlok blinked as she fully registered what was happening, "Jeff? When did you get here? And why?"

Jeff shook his head, "explanations later, save Brendon now." "Save.. what do I do?" Furlok questioned, everything else fading away as she listened to the Heir of Time's instructions to save Brendon.

"Have you heard of God Tiering yet?" Jeff questioned. When Furlok shook her head, he continued, "Long story short it's how I got the sweet new outfit," He said, indicating to his Heir of Time outfit, "Plus it makes using your powers way easier, and also makes you semi-immortal. It'll save him."

"Whatever, how do I get Brendon to do it?" Furlok questioned. "Quest bed," Jeff said, "There's a stone bed for all of us, each with our symbol on it. If you die on it, you come back to life as a God Tier.

"Brendon's got the dying part mostly taken care of, he's hanging on by a non-existent thread, Valtina didn't do a great double tap on him. Well, actually an explosion and double throat stab is probably a great double tap, but Brendon's Prince of Doom energy is basically built for soaking stuff like that up."

"Valtina did this?!" Furlok questioned.

"Revenge later," Jeff said, pulling up a picture of the spiky skull like face that symbolized the Doom aspect, "Go to Brendon's land, find the bed with this mark on it, and put him on it. It might take awhile, but between Brendon's powers and mine, you should have just enough time if you hurry like a bat out of hell."

Furlok nodded, "Right." She hurried over to Brendon, grunting as she attempted several times to lift him before she got the better idea.

She took out a captchalogue card and sketching Brendon's currently damaged body, causing him to be absorbed into her Sketch Modus. He was basically in stasis now, and could be carried without any weight.

"Oh, that's actually pretty clever, won't even need my powers for that." Jeff said as Furlok took off in search of the gate to Brendon's land.

She'd worry about Jeff and Valtina and whatever else was going wrong when she was sure she wasn't going to need to erase Brendon's name from her spade quadrant.