Chaotic Hangouts
Chapter 37: A Skyrim Republic?!
Date: January 30th, 2025
In the year 201 of the 4th Era on the continent of Tamriel in another world, there is a region known as Skyrim in which a civil war has begun between Stormcloak separatists led by Ulfric Stormcloak and the Imperials who wish to stay within the vast empire that controls much of Tamriel despite having recently abandoned Hammerfell. In the settlement of Helgen, captured prisoners including Ulfric himself were tp be executed by Imperial soldiers when the dragon attack and laid seige to the settlement. Among the prisoners was a humble nobody, caught up with Ulfric and captured along with him. This nobody would eventually escape towards the village of Riverwood and from there, the capital of the local hold: Whiterun. There, this nobody became somebody as they found out they were Dragonborn, a legendary figure with the power to shout words of power. And soon, they would choose to make a choice regarding the civil war. The balance of power relies on them, the civil war is at a peculiar pause that would only break once they chose a side in the war. But before the Last Dragonborn could make their choice, a strange collection of bandits, vampires, and Dragon Cultists came for them in the dead of night for 2 reasons. The first was to kidnap the Dragonborn. The second was to steal clothing, weapons, armor, and food. Whiterun was overrun through stealth and brute force and magical power.
They also kidnapped a tailor for they had big plans. And before anyone knew it, a so called democratic uprising began in Whiterun, overthrowing the local Jarl with ease due to stealing so much gear from the guards and even the Companionw. This uprising was but a cleverly planned charade for the strange band of bandits, vampires, and Dragon Cultists were most of the uprising themselves and managed to lure in a significant number of unsuspecting people to join their "cause". With the Dragonborn captured along with Whiterun, they had both key elements that would have been key to the victories of either the Imperials or the Stormcloaks in the civil war. The leader of the strange band is none other than the First Dragonborn himself, Miraak. Miraak was freed from captivity by none other than the Harbringers Of Destruction, technically led by Katherine Glassgate, former tyrant and ruler of the now fallen interdimensional Nacirema Empire. By the standards of Earth, all of this happened on January 20th, 2025. Time moves a lot faster in Tamriel, relatively speaking. Miraak attempted to bend the will of the Last Dragonborn after Whiterun and the entire hold thats named after it was conquered. Blood flowed from the steps up to Dragonreacn to the northern gate of Riverwood. The Bend Will shout did not work on the Last Dragonborn and they were able to escape by knocking Miraak over and escaping the prison below Dragonreach. Somehow, they managed to get away from Whiterun Hold without being caught.
And now, all of Skyrim belongs to the so called "Skyrim Republic" and the Last Dragonborn has learned a new shout after exploring caves to level up and find a hiding place. A shout that shouldn't even exist. A shout that summons internet memes from Earth. And what do you know? I along with many others ended up going to Skyrim because we knew about their entire charade in advance. We quickly arrived to the destroyed settlement of Helgen. The bandits who have taken over the place shout: "Who's there?!" 3. 2. 1. Their corpses now lie on the ground and we ignore them. There was no reasoning with the bandits. They were out for blood. It didnt take long for us to reach Riverwood. The guards and bandits didnt last a second against us. its like you could see a trail of blood constantly following us. I sigh: "This is so boring. Look at them. Theyre like the smallest of small fries compared to what we have faced up to now. I expected to experience a chaotic hangout here but Im just not seeing anything resembling that. All I see is people going on with their lives as if they arent being ruled by an incompetent government that is issuing ridiculous and evil things constantly. *points at a sign we see as we walk through Riverwood* Look at that sign! It reads: 'Any man found wearing women's clothing shall henceforth be arrested and charged for they are most definitely child predators.'
What is this? A mix of pre 1970s US mixed with 21st century transphobia based garbage? Just what kind of ridiculous ideas have the new rulers of Skyrim been hearing lately from our mortal enemies?" Sonic replies: "I dont know but it sounds even more absurd than Eggman's plans of revenge against me in the past!" Suddenly, a guard that has survived us thus far runs up to Bray with anger in their eyes and a sword drawn: "I CAN MAKE OUT WHATS INSIDE YOUR PANTS, YOURE A MAN PRETENDING TO BE A-" Making a fist with my armor gloved right hand, I say: "Stop that nonsense! Dont you DARE DICTATE WHAT MY FRIEND IS AND ISNT!" I grab their sword after punching their armor hard enough to leave a huge mark and bend the blade of the sword with my fingers. "Not so tough now, right you whats in someone's pants weirdo?! I suggest you get some help. I'll heal any damage I did to you but only because you deserve to live in shame until you fix your heart. And I despise killing when it's not necessary. I cast Heal." We then leave them there crying out and screaming. Tired of just walking around like this, we get it over with and teleport to Whiterun which has strangely become the capital of the new Republic. There's much more built up cities out there like Solitude, Winterhold, and Windhelm, you know.
And upon entering the city, we make the guards flee in terror just based on our sheer numbers, despite the fact that most everyone else just teleported to other cities to swiftly finish this nonsense off. Eva laughs: "Those guys are a bunch of cowards! This'll teach them good! They clearly dont have the balls to face us!" Pitohoi sighs: "But I wanted to have fun with them!" Some of us sweatdrop. Kazuma groans: "Hey, when is something interesting going to happen, anyway?!" Thats when we hear a magically enhanced speech: "Attention all citizens of Whiterun, this is your president, Miraak." I cant contain myself: "Miraak, the president of a Skyrim Republic? I knew this would be blatantly bizarre but this is something else! That guy has cursed the entirety of Solstheim and is seriously a real scumbag!" The broadcast continues: "Fine day to you all. Lets go over what kinds of legislative changes have been made to Skyrim so far before I announce what has just changed today. I know how much you all enjoy how Ive been making Skyrim great and healthy again." A lot of people snort or even outright laugh at that statement. I was among them. "Factories have been created in old Dwemer ruins where many people like you have been put to work. Any and all safety accidents in the workplace and otherwise have been declared no big deal and its illegal to resolve them. Anyone found displaying views or behaviors that reflect leftism, tr*nny, wokeism, homosexual, Jewish, Muslim, Talos worship, worship of anything that isnt the main Tamriel gods, et al will be sentenced to life in prison." Aqua laughs: "What is this guy smoking?!"
M sighs: "I have a bad feeling this is only the tip of the iceberg." Indeed it was. "All children are considered the property of their parents and are henceforth treated as objects in the eyes of the law. People displaying any kind of mental illness must be killed on the spot. Anyone who is ill with a sickness must always be around others in public for the duration of their sickness. All attempts to protect nature will be punished by execution." Miraak drones on for like 15 minutes before he clears his throat: "And now, for the changes that have been made today. Anyone found wandering the streets during the day will be arrested. Drinking water from its natural source or a tap is illegal. You must drink water from processed water bottles." Zenblock groans: "Can this so called First Dragonborn get anymore utterly ridiculous?!" I reply: "His entire original personality is not present in his words in the slightest, its like its a boring wet blanket by comparison now. I cant believe we've been enduring this brain rot for so long. Its so cringeworthy yet terrifyingly evil and just plain on weird and anti-nature and anti-humanist that Im at a loss of any further words at the moment. Besides this.. Has Miraak beeh constantly drunk along with the rest of those in power now since they conquered the entirety of Skyrim or something?" He goes on for a couple minutes before finishing with: "And if you want to breathe air, you have to pay the fee of 1000 gold per day if you dont want all the air in your body to be sucked right out of you in the middle of the night." Apparently, for every day on Earth, 15 pass on Tamriel at the moment.
I just say when hes finally done: "Ive spent hours watching videos on YouTube a few days recently and this is even worse brain rot than that. My mind feels wiped. This must be how they keep the people in line.. By draining and brainwashing and distracting and manipulating them all at once. Like what's happening where Im from back on Earth.." And then, all hell finally broke loose. Miraak shouts: "And one more announcement. There are intruders in every town, city, tower, and settlement. GET THEM." A flood of angry Whiterun citizens, guards, and soldiers surround us in seconds only to get their butts handed to them, also in seconds. Pito groans: "This is no fun. Theyre so weak!" LLENN sighs: "For the last time, this isnt GGO!" Miraak appears before us, angered by what has transpired and attacks us with his full power only for the Last Dragonborn to appear, riding what appears to be Dominic The Donkey riding A Hippopotamus For Christmas. Suddenly, the people we defeated recover and start acting in violent and/or strange ways. As this happens, several dragons appear in the sky while the Last Dragonborn shouts something weird: "MEEEEEEEEMEEEEEEESSS MEMES, COME OUT, MEMES!" Things only got stranger after that. Miraak sees the Last Dragonborn and yells: "Its you! At long last, you come out of hiding, the greatest threat to my power! Im going to kill you!" He runs after them while glitching out to the point he gets stopped and teleported back some every few seconds. And then, the dragons in the sky start glitching out and dancing.
The angry people who have chosen violence again start attacking everyone and everything around them. That includes the Battle-Borns who yell: "All enemies will fall here today!" My stomach starts growling but my tummy isnt the only one to start growling. Carlos complains: "I WANT FRUUUUUUUUUIIIIITTTTTTTT! IM SO HUNGRY! *starts stealing from the angry people effortlessly* MUST HAVE FOOOOOOODDDDDDDD!" My body starts feeling strange. It then hits me whats going on: "OH COME ON! THIS SHOULDNT EVEN BE POSSIBLE! Im stuck as a zombie, this blasted curse and all! AND YET SOMEHOW, MY BODY IS STARVING TO DEATH AND ALL MY MANA IS DRAINING AWAY TO KEEP IT GOING! IM GOING TO TURN INTO A SKELETON AND LOSE ALL MY MUSCLE POWER IN THE PROCESS! THIS SUCKS! I HAVE TO EAT BADLY, LIKE RIGHT NOW!" Suddenly, many others start screaming about pretty much the same thing while some weird bandit shouts: "STARVE, PEASANTS! THATS RIGHT, STARVING AND FACE THE POWER OF MY STARVATION MAGIC!" Having no other choice, the spellcasters among us summon food and drinks to consume along with everything necessary to consume them. Meanwhile, some creatures are summoned to handle the weird bandit only for someone holding a fresh still steaming sweet roll to run them over as someone else chases them. That someone else stops for a few seconds as a angry guard stops attacking others to calmly say: "Let me guess, someone stole your sweet roll." The guard then just wanders away idly.
And now, we're sitting at magically created tables and folding chairs near the main gate of Whiterun and Warmaiden's, eating and drinking things as chaos reigns all around us. A dragon swoops down and steals a morsel of food from us before getting back to dancing in the sky. Members of the Companions suddenly appear. I hear Farkas sigh: "Just what is going on?" before ignoring whats going on and just walking around NPC style. Vanir, a former general of the Demon King is KonoSuba remarks as he eats some food: "My my, isnt it strange for even me to have to eat especially during this strange display of incomprehensible chaos?! I find this all rather amusing, I must admit." Aqua shouts: "Of course you do!" "Oh my dear Aqua, you should really watch that mouth of yours." "WHY DONT YOU JUST SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU WHATEVER YOU ARE, I CANT REMEMBER RIGHT NOW!" I see a tamed horse be dismounted from by a merchant only for said horse to start walking diagonally up into the sky for absolutely no reason at all. Skyrim? More like Glitchrim. I also see a little silhouette of a man for some reason. And it has nothing to do with doing the fandango. I just silently eat and drink to get it over with. As I have discovered, it turns out I still need food for my body. If I dont eat for a day for example, the magical energy aka my mana has to fill in for the energy provided to my body by the food I eat. But of course, the chaos only continued as we ate. If someone was killed, they would just be brought back to life and wander around aimlessly, looking at whats going on but giving it no second thought like with some people who were killed at Alva Towne, the once twisted theme park.
Also much like a lot of white people especially in the US and Europe. Wow, complacency is NPC behavior, isnt it? I soon didnt even know what to really make of what was really going on anymore. People were on fire but fine. Monsters appeared and started glitching, spazzing, and dancing after being attacked by internet memes. After finishing my food and water, I use magic to send away the plates and stuff before just saying: "Im just going to stand around here and watch what happens until we're given an actual reason to intervene in whatever this is supposed to be." Miraak, having somehow beaten the Last Dragonborn appears before us again and attacks us to ruin the lunches of everyone who was still eating. But before any of us could react, time paused as an video advertisement played in our visions again. "Now introducing the smartest way to waste your free time and thus make your lives completely and utterly meaningless by leveling up your gaming experience with metal posters from Annoyingplate! Which you shouldn't even buy because they're as worthless as your lives are to us but you're going to buy anyone because video advertisements are excellent ways of psychologically manipulating people into buying and using useless trinkets they dont actually want or need! Go to Annoyingplate dot com to waste your time and money on a useless metal poster you don't even want today because if you dont, we'll keep playing this ad every 20 minutes until you do because we're heartless people who bombard other people with ads!"
When the ad finally goes away, Miraak laughs and continues his assault on us. Only for him to be blasted by a Shoop Da Whoop powered by the power of the words of countless annoying attention stealing video and radio advertisements. He recovers only for an assembly of memes to surround him. Versions of Mordecai and Twilight Sparkle sing Airplanes and kiss. The sweet roll stuff continues. Shrek. Troll face. Out of context repeating physical frames of Yugioh Abridged characters saying out of context things like "Screw the rules, I have green hair." or: "Im voiced by Dan Green.". The list goes on and its a long list. And to top it all off, the likes of the Murderhobos appear and by Murderhobos, I dont mean the bigoted Bluesky account by that name. Nixie laughs: "Hello there, evil dude! HAVE THIS FIRRRREEEEEBALL! BURN, BUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNN!" Perfect Cell and Kermit look at each other and then to us. Perfect Cell facepalms: "What the hell is even going on here?!" A holy knight with a glock appears: "If you want to know, you must allow me to shoot you with the most knightly of weapons, the glock! The almighty holy glock!" "Not this crap again! Kermit, I want to go home! Lets get out of here!" Scorpion appears and drags him over: "GET OVER HERE!" Placido appears laughing while carrying a beehive filled with bees: "Have you ever seen a bee dance? LET ME SEE YOU DANCE LIKE A BEE!" I literally do not know whats going on anymore.
Out of nowhere, Miraak turns into a dragon with Zarc from Arc-V energy and laughs: "I cannot be bested. The False Dragonborn can never hope to stop me!" Suddenly, things start collapsing around us and I dont mean the ground itself and everything on top of it. No, only just anything that wasnt here naturally. So anything thats been built, basically. Belethor, shopkeeper of his own store yells: "Society is collapsing! *calms down* Everything's for sale! Bits and pieces, that sort of thing." Miraak laughs again: "That was the point! I wanted society to collapse to bring upon an age of death, destruction, and chaos! Why else would we have established such a incompetent government mostly run by unqualified snakes who have no lives besides making others suffer and being sociopaths?! And look around you! Does really anyone really care that we have destroyed the fabric of Skyrim society?! I dont think so!" All of the NPCs are too busy with acting weird or overly aggressive to care right now while chaos only continues to worsen. I sigh: "This doesnt qualify as a chaotic hangout at all anymore. There is no hanging out, there is only being in the midst of pure-" I am cut off as something else strange begins to happen. A portal opens the sky and out comes more flying butts with bat wings. They start attacking mindlessly and somehow making Miraak bleed heavily with ease. But the portal doesnt close. It gets bigger, brighter, and stronger. Out comes bird dog parasites which we thought we were long done with. Then came the evil cursed giant cookie.
It was followed by a noodly spaghetti monster, physical manifestation of a really annoying and distracting advertisement, Popcorn Monster, Novelww Eraser Tool, that weird minecart curse that started out as a version of Tomura Shigaraki, the Giant Pointer Finger, Disembodied (giant) Hands, living badly baked cookies, and other strange creatures from past chaotic hangouts as well as the redundant apocalypses and other things. The portal closes in favor of a different portal from which other individuals and artifacts from past chaotic hangouts appeared. I have no words. I dont know who's fighting or killing who anymore. Its like this entire situation is turning into what some people would call a legitimate acid trip. Ive never been on acid so I only know so little of what an acid trip is really like. Everyone and everything that just appeared begins to fuse together by unknown means into some kind of chaotic monstrosity. The memes are easily defeated by the monstrosity who goes on to crush anyone else currently engaged in combat. The Last Dragonborn uses their new meme shout again several times but all it does is slow down the fusion by 2 seconds tops. Thats all its able to do. Miraak laughs: "Perfect! This world is now-" He is cut off as the fusion bites his head off, killing him instantly in the process. Now, its just those of us from BRAINS and whatever this fused life form is supposed to be. I dont have the skill required to really describe what we're even looking at at this point. Thats right. I have absolutely no idea how to describe this.
Not a damn clue at all. But instead of crushing us instantly, the entity speaks fo us: "I am the accumulation of all of the anomalies the likes of you have faced in the past. Now, I am going to devour you all by any means necessary in order to then turn all existence into one massive glitching anomaly for all eternity." Eva yells: "Like hell we'll just let you walk all over us!" Just then, our comrades who split from us earlier come to our location to back us up. It doesnt matter that this doesnt classify as a chaotic hangout. It belongs in this story because every other chaotic hangout led to this entity's formation somehow. Could this be the finale of all these strange chaotic hangouts throughout the past 3 years? The entity laughs: "Aww. So you wanna be the big bug heroes who defeat me somehow to prevent reality from becoming a constantly glitching anomaly. Good for you! Too bad its not going to-" Snarky interupts while smirking as usual: "Thats what you think." Many of my comrades manifest the Artist's Eye at the same time in their eyes. I join them in doing the same. "WHAT IS THIS?!" Figment from the iconic EPCOT attraction appears: "You know whats even more powerful than unbridled chaos?! The imagination, of course! Anything can be brought to life through one's imagination!" I add: "Oh and we've been keeping ourselves almost constantly busy. When others realize they do in fact have an imagination still and dont have to be bound by distractions such as all those annoying commercials on TV and online as well as top 40 mass produced garbage, AI slop generating software such as Midjourney, Gemini, and Co Pilot, positive news that does nothing to empower people to take action for the sake of the future, and more..
Well, what do you think could happen? A small part of the past 3 years has been spent spreading the power of the imagination and teaching others how to recognize, wield, and use it.. And now finally, Im not just one of two BRAINS members who can use Artist's Eye. Im far from it, in fact. And because of that, we can pull one over you and you have no idea what its going to be like. It's time to use our imaginations to bring potential chaotic hangouts I thought of to write as future chapters of the very story that is documenting that exact moment. And by potential ones, I mean ones that dont appear to have enough substance to mainfest as actual extensive chaotic hangouts. Maybe the 37th chapter of the story Im writing about this in will be its last but when looking through the list again with the help of Artist's Eye, maybe it wont be. Right now, the mights of our imaginations are holding you in place and keeping you from using whatever it is you can use against us against us. The imagination can dream up entire worlds that are thought to be completely fictional whem they in fact exist out there in the vast existence we call the essentially infinite multiverse that only gets bigger every single moment some decision or choice to be made has more than one possible option. Not even you can stop our imaginations. Not when theyre holding you down the way they are. Looks like my efforts to personally teach many comrades the power of the imagination paid off at last. The imagination is an unlimited force. It essentially makes a creative person like a god. Thats the imagination for you.
And for far too long in my world, most people have vastly underestimated the imagination. By writing about this very moment and publishing the chapter it will be in online in my world, I hope I can make a difference in helping more people unlock their imagination while still being grounded in physical observable reality." And now, let the imagining of potential chaotic hangouts begin. And we're going to break all known conventions and reasoning to use this to harm our foe. Dont ask me how we're going to do it, we're just going to do it even though from a logical standpoint, it makes literally no sense and should be by all means impossible. Orc Lord On Vacation. And here we have a simple Orc Lord boss from Ragnarok Origin which vanished suddenly due to a glitch in one of the servers of the original North American version of the mobile MMORPG. The Orc Lord wanders off the map and into some kind of strange area covered in code and sits down. Some adventurers find the Orc Lord somehow and watch as he just naps, soundly asleep. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" The OL wakes up and complains: "Hey, please stop yelling. Im on vacation and trying to get some sleep." "WHAT?! YOURE ON VACATION?! MONSTER BOSSES DONT TAKE VACATIONS! THEY JUST SPAWN IN AND AFTER THAT, THEY PROBABLY KILL SOME PLAYERS AND DIE AND THATS IT!" A long lasting argument happens as the Orc Lord is not interested in attacking the adventurers. Instead, he just lays there on the ground, trying to chill and sleep.
The adventurers just give up and the OL just sleeps there for eternity until he is reset and respawned with his memories wiped. Trapped In Endless IndyFurCon. The entity looks around and yells: "WHERE HAVE YOU TAKEN ME NOW?!" We are now in the Main Events room of a potential future year of IndyFurCon. "Welcome everyone to IndyFurCon: 2096. This year, our theme is Infinity because this year of iFC will be the year that never ends." Using our imaginations, we force the entity into a human body we created for them and just get to sit back and relax via timelapse as the convention goes through the next couple of days well, fine, and dandy. But Closing Ceremonies does not happen on that Sunday. The convention just continues on as our foe is forced to take care of all human needs and attend panels to stave off complete boredom. At first, they are almost constantly frustrated but as the weeks and months pass by, it turns to frustration and boredom. They try to leave the area of the convention but end up right back in the lobby of the convention space no matter what they try to do to escape. Its just an endless furry convention. And we watch it go on at supersonic fast forwarding timelapse style speed for about half an hour before our foe shatters the entire imagined infinite convention with their sheer power at last. We then imagine something a bit stronger that wont take nearly as much effort to imagine or maintain. Because most of us gathered are using Artist's Eye at the same time, none of our eyes will be strained anytime soon.
The Typical Appearance Obsessed Employer. We are now following a simple high school graduate who is having their 10th job interview and has yet to secure their first ever job. They go inside the office of some kind of boring looking building. We didnt put much thought into its layout. Our foe is trying to shatter what we have created but no way, Jose, you aint breaking this one. They sit down at a chair in the office after being prompted to by the person interviewing them. "Welcome to Pollie's, Im glad to have the chance to meet you in person. You have a excellent resume from what I saw after you applied online through Indead." They had a great interview but the graduate was wearing causal clothing as opposed to business casual at least. The interviewer thanks them for coming once its over with and.. timeskip. A couple days later, they get a automated rejection email and tell their folks about what happened. Their dad speaks: "You should have dressed nice. Employers like to see that from potential employees." "But why does that even matter?! Shouldnt my past experiences and work ethic matter a lot more?! I get dressing nice makes it seem like you care but really?! Whats the point of dressing nice anyway?! Its so boring and quite frankly, I told the interviewer I would wear whatever I was required to and even made note of the fact I did so for graduation but no!" "DONT YOU DARE SAY WEARING NICE CLOTHING IS POINTLESS!" They argue about it while the rest of their family tries to hang out while eating their dinners.
Meanwhile with the employer.. "Kids these days.. They just dont get that wearing nice clothes is far more important than their merits!" Eating Contest: Naruto Vs Yuma Vs Scooby Vs Shaggy Vs Jounochi Vs Honda Vs Mordecai Vs Rigby. These characters are now engaging in a pie eating contest. Theyre boasting to each other and trying to intimidate one another before the contest begins. Chaos ensues as they exchange remarks and eat pies like well oiled monsters. Pinkie Pie and others great at baking pies are seen frantically trying to keep up the supply of pies but even they wont be able to keep that up forever.. It all ends when they finally are unable fo make enough pies to keep the contest going, leading to a draw by default that causes them to argue with each other for awhile. That's while an audience watches with some others passing around large numbers of popcorn filled popcorn buckets for the audience to eat as they warch the spectacle unfold. Our foe screams: "MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT ALL-" It's Burning Peeps! Myself and others are depicted putting peep marshmallows in the microwaves. That's because I previously made the mistake of mentioning I did that once as a kid ages ago. Carlos is laughing: "Soon, our army WILL RISE!" Timeskip to us fighting melted and burning globs of peeps while saying hilarious things. Soon, the situation is resolved and our foe is stuck in the globs of melted burning peep leftover. And would still be stuck during the next potential hangout we imagined.
Goat Terrorizes Cornberry During A Convention. Static Goat from Goat Simulator walks into a convention in Cornberry in which the Supernoobs, Memock, and Zenblock are depicted attending incognito to avoid unwanted attention. The goat ignores everyone around them and just starts licking everything in sight and running and jumping around. Every single thing they lick turns to static in appearance. This extends to people when the goat gets bored and starts licking people, leading to panic and terror as the Supernoobs just sit at a table, having lunch or something. Shope speaks: "Hey, shouldnt we do something about that goat?!" Kevin shrugs: "I dont care right now. Im just too chill at the moment, you know." Tyler facepalms: "Lets just get this over with." But they too get turned into static, leading to a chain reaction in which no one is able to stop the goat, not even the Benevolent Alliance. Zenblock screams: "WE STILL CANT MOVE BECAUSE WE'RE STILL STATIC! SOMEONE, HELP US!" General Blorgon yells back: "We tried everything and now, all of us alpng with all of our ships and weapons and supplies and everything else ARE JUST STATIC NOW! The universe is doomed!" The goat licks our foe, turning them static too. "CURSE YOU ALL! NOW IM STATIC! STAAAAAAAAATIC! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Someone among us replies: "Eat expired crust, dirtbag!" Unleash The Pee/Endlessly Flushing Toilet. A nude person is running around in a public bathroom while peeing on everything and yelling: "UNLEASH THE PEEEEEEEEEEE!"
They are knocked out from behind only to instantly wake back up and pee on the person who tried to bring them down. "YOU CANT STOP ME NOW THAT THE PEE HAS BEEN UNLEASHED! I HAVE WAITED DAYS AND RISKED A URINARY TRACT INFECTION TO MAKE THIS HAPPEN BUT IT WAS SO WORTH IT! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA! FEEL MY URINARY WRATH!" Our foe is put inside the person who is being peed on as a group of people walk in, just hanging out, only to see whats going on and get peed on too. The nude person laughs at them and then pees on a security guard summoned to stop them: "I AM UNSTOPPABLE! MY PEE ONLY CONTINUES TO FLOW!" They pee on the guard enough to make them mortified and run away. They then pee on the person now inhabited by our foe again and hear the sound of a endlessly flushing toilet and go to it while dragging them along. And with that done, the person's head is put in the flushing toilet and kept there for hours until death occurs, releasing our foe but not for long. The nude person unloads whats left of their urine on our foe. Our foe is restrained by us shaping some of the urine into a solid massive steel cage. The Ooo and Aaa Show. The cage changes to a restraining high tech chair as our foe is forced into another body as the scene changes to a show hosted by sentient sock puppets. Ooo speaks: "Welcome viewers to the Ooo and Aaa show. And we're your hosts. Im Ooo and that over there is Aaa and today, we have a very special guest. A human host to a very odd fused entity of some kind. How are you doing today, special guest?!"
"WHAT IS THIS?! I HATE THIS, I HATE THIS SO VERY MUCH!" "Glad youre doing great. Anyway, lets talk about today's news and have our guest make some comments about it!" "I REFUSE TO BE A- *muffled* GET THAT OFF OF MEEEEEE!" The show goes on with quirky Tomodachi Life Mii News style news reports, screaming, and interesting and funny commentary with the hosts just talking casually and drinking from their coffee mugs or something. Our foe tries to escape but our inagination is truly too strong for even them to handle, in part because their form and personality are somewhat unstable. And after some time, the show comes to a close. The Ooo and Aaa Show does in fact exist in another universe. The real Ooo and Aaa may appear in this or another story someday. Steve Army. Melvin is seen laughing: "Behold, my army of Steves! Tremble at my power, non-Steves who will soon all be Steves soon enough too! Fear the power of my Millennium Stab Thing! MWAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHA!" But the Steve Army just ignore all of his orders and gp on their own to do whatever it is they want to do instead. "STEVES, OBEY ME-" They still ignore him and go hangout somewhere. Melvin finds them, leading to a domino effect that turns their hangout into one of extreme absurdity over time. Melvin meanwhile is just standing in the midst of the Steve Army, just screaming loudly and vowing revenge on the Steves for abandoning and ignoring him and his orders. They soon just unleash ridiculous havoc to everyone and everything around them after they steal from Melvin and knock him out.
This havoc eventually affects our foe personally somehow, causing them to scream and curse in pain. Bob The Builder for President? Bob The Builder is in the nation in our world most quickly devolving into blatant fascism as opposed to somewhat more subtle fascism for some reason and decides to run for president. This takes us to timeskipping to his first campaign stop. And our foe is trapped inside of the massive audience who have come to see Bob The Builder speak. And speak he does. "Hello everyone. Im Bob The Builder and Im going to fix this country because I can. Can I fix it? Yes I can." After a successful first stop, chaos ensues at a rushed first debate in which the candidates try to roast each other constantly, even Bob The Builder himself. Eventually, when he ate some food after the debate, chaos only continued to get more absurd. Too many things to describe happened that night and our foe was forced to be in the front row seat for most of it. Bob The Builder would actually be a more competent and caring president than most if not all presidents in said nation's entire history of about 2 and a half centuries. And this potential chaotic hangout was the last one we did because our foe was severely weakened as a result of it. In fact, they screamed: "WHAT WAS ALL OF THAT?!" I reply as the one who came up with the basic outline of what we ended up doing: "That was the depths of the imagination come to physical life. But we aren't done with you quite just yet. Just try and kill us all now. I dare you. No, I double- No, I triple dare you. Come at us. *turns around and does some butt motions* Does my shiny armored butt not piss you off? Sorry but Im not going to be nice to someone as twisted as you are. Actually, Im not sorry."
They fell for it after many others also say and do things to piss them off and keep them distracted enough to not think about just how powerful they still currently are. And now. The creative chaos can truly begin. We're going to unleash a storm of imagination that will finish our foe off without them being able to retaliate in even the slightest bit. We got them exactly where we want them. Buildings, roller coaster cars, loud sounds, loud music, annoying noises, silly memories and jokes, impossible constructs, farts, coughs, burps, mooning, bad jokes, animatronics, destinations, maps, cartoons, movies, and just about anything else you can think of are imagined and unleashed upon our foe who screams again, powerless to do anything against what we're doing to them. After they died, they split back into what was fused to create them, meaning that theres a lot of dead enemies before us now. We quickly clean things up and bring back all in Skyrim who were killed off. We brought a lot of our numbers to Skyrim so it was easy to fix everything up and a new socialist government is put into power over Skyrim. Maybe it will transition into a more communal society in due time as its not very industrialized at all to begin with. With everything settled for now, we leave the world behind and that was that. My closest loved ones and I decide to spar for fun after all lf that. I reflect as we do so: "Well, that was beyond strange but Im so glad we were prepared for this one as well. With so many of us now able to use the Artist's Eye, we have serious leverage against the Harbringers Of Destruction.
They are seriously tough and have been revived themselves lately so we got our work cut out for us." Dominic yawns: "We'll get them, somehow. It'll come down to who has better tactics, inventions, and resources. Not who is stronger at any moment. Nap causation. As for these chaotic hangouts, they have been getting a lot less frequent again." We would continue talking for some time while sparring with one another at the same time. And Im going to be real with you readers now. im running out of ideas for this story. I have already made fun of so many things. And at this point, all the characters are for the most part well accustomed to these hangouts by now so only by bringing in someone new to these things can it be more funny. This story is going to conclude this year. Im not sure about what I'll write instead of this story once I finish it off. What I do know is that all of our lives are in danger irl. Putting out stories with queer characters hasnt been as risky as it is now in several decades, well before I was even born. But Im going to keep going. That said, my anti-repetition senses tingle a lot when I write this story now so Im going to have to retire this story for sure. I will have to read over the best chapters of this story before I write the next one for sure. That'll help me get a few more chapters in. And I do have several really good chapters planned. It'll take me doing a lot more thinking ahead of time than Im used to to pull them off but I want to do it.
I dont know if I will even survive long enough irl to write the story in which the powerful beyond comprehension entity known as The Plot is finally finished off for good. Im going to try to live long enough and I cant even believe Im speaking like Im several decades older than I actually am. But these are truly dark times and yet, life goes on as if nothing has changed in the perspective of so many people in the nations known as the western powers. Where Im at, media and corporations have largely kneeled before the new Supreme Leader. And to think, that guy's entire posse is made up of a bunch of losers. Can you believe that the worst people on our planet are literally cartoonishly evil and complete losers at the same time? These people do not run the trains on time. Their goal is chaos, destruction, the end of our defiance against them, and making the "anarcho-capitalist's" wet dream reality. This story exists largely to mock the absurdities and evils of capitalist society. Bigotry is both an evil and absurd thing. Turns out something completely evil and terrifying can be ridiculous at the same time. It took me years to realize that. I dont know what the world will be like in 10 years. I have a bad feeling but if we force the world to stop going in the wrong direction for once, maybe this world will see many generations of humans after my own someday. It has become increasingly difficult to keep this story going but still, I persist. Creating artistic media is my number one calling in life. Its even better than playing amazing video games like Skyrim which I have put so many hours into lately.
I wasnt lying when I said the power of imagination is infinite. I dont care if you consider yourself a very creative person or not, you can almost certainly use your imagination. You just have to make up something that isnt real. Thats the very basis of the imagination. A lie is arguably a form of the imagination, especially all those absurd bigoted lies. The reason why migrants are fleeing Central America is because 100 years ago, countries in that region were overthrown and taken over by a banana company. Im not making this up either. Since then, the region has been left largely poor and unstable. Look up the United Fruit Company and dont trust the AI results. It may help to type a curse word in the search bar. The imagination is a neutral force by nature, being both used for good and for bad. But its important for as many people as possible to use it regularly without it completely distorting their worldview. Some people live too much in real life, others live too much in fiction. There has to be a balance. Just about everything must have a balance. Balance is true stability. Not supreme order. Balance. I am becoming less afraid to make fun of things like society's over reliance on civility. Civility wont save us from potentially human caused extinction in a ironic twist of fate. Manners doesn't stop or prevent bigotry. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed reading this story and wish to read more of it before it finally concludes as one of my longest running stories ever. Im so glad to still have the opportunity to share this story with you all and in time, it will all come to my new website hosted through Neocities. Anyway, thank you so much for listening. Stay safe out there, okay?