break up post

i figure the only way to get through this is to write my way through it. im still a bit shaken up by the whole ordeal and my moods have been swings from calm and coolheaded to wtf and tears. though through it all me thinks im handling the right way, as i stopped caring what other people think of what i write. after all, its my blog, if you dont like what i write in here, then why the fuck are you even reading my stuff to begin with?

well the fact of the matter being that im now single again. it was a simple break up and quite quik at that as well… i do apreaciate the fact that she told me in person, though i wasnt really prepared for it all. personaly i kinda blame myself. of course thats where the blame usualy rests.

but i should be strong willed and move on to other prospects or gals. i mean, come on, its a fact of life, you cant live with women, and you cant live without em. well… you can its just that the human race would just up and go extinct with out em.

but i miss her already! i need to see her! oh  wait a minute, she dumped me. that means she dont want nothing to do with me, but i miss her still! everything reminds about her from the purple lettering on the drivers handbook to the pictures of grapes we have on the wall, to even  pictures of hearts on the walls.

get ahold of yourself man! be a man and start hitting on anything with boobs! dont be a fucking pussy about this, you read it your self, you knew what she thought the relationship was going to be, you heard the words “shes breaking up with me” revolve in your head the minute you walked out that front door! and yet you still fell head first into, you sorry son of bitch!

BUT I MISS HER!  i thought we were going to have lunch together and joke around for the day until her class started! i wanted to hear her heart beat, to feel the warmth of her skin against mine, the wieght of her body, to hear her laugh or giggle, to hear that happy go lucky charm in her voice! you calm down and tell yourself that just because you dont really feel a damned thing that your just going to get over her and move on when you know that deep down inside your still floating through the rebound stage!? how dare you suggest such an improper  way of handling things! why the hell should you choose to go through the break up like that!?

BECAUSE THATS THE WAY ITS ALWAYS BEEN YOU STUPID JAGOFF!  you saw her face. normally shed be all smiles but it looked as though her heart was tearing itself to shreds, she was withdrawn and cool headed! you think she gave a second thought to breaking up with you? you think she went and found someone better prepared forl ife then you? huh? what? are you just going to sit there and go “IM A POOR BABY THAT GET OVER WOMEN, AND I MISS MY LITTLE CAASI!” no. she moved on, as hard as it was to say those words, and as much as she didnt like saying them at all, she said them just the same! and you just sat on your fucking ass and made jokes about it!  YOU ARE THE MOST SELFISH UNCARING PERSON IN THE WORLD! YOU HAVE NO HEART LEFTOVER!

YOU SON OF A BITCH! HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT!? i proved to her my love when we were together and she must have had a damned decent reason to break up with you had you not been so fucking careless, had you not scared the fuck out of kerry or terry or whatever her name was!

she was weird to begin with you overreacting poor foolish bastard! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK SHE WOULD SAY TO YOU RIGHT NOW HAD SHE THE SECOND CHANCE AND HAD YOU NOT BEEN A FUCKING COWARD ABOUT IT AND SPOKE YOUR MIND!? huh, do you think it really matters right now? do you? because ill tell you one really important thing right here morgan edward james gavin. one fucking damned good thing. you loved her and she loved you, and the saying all good things must come to an end rang loud in your ears this morning and you fucking choked. you couldnt even say good bye, you cant do a damned thing with out someone holding your hand, oh look at the little baby now. waa waa waa. thats all i ever hear from you!

oh youve done it now, im not heartless, nor did ever, EVER HARM A HAIR ON HER HEAD! so how dare you, belittle whatever romance there was, i miss her too damn much, and although i cant do a fucking thing about it except keep my distance and get through this the best i can, you can be damned sure that i do have a heart, and that heart took a hit that was beyond anything ive ever experienced, so what? cant i miss her one last time before i finally go through the process of getting over her?  I LOVED HER WITH MY ENTIRE BEING!

and yet you were there when she needed you most were you? so yeah, you sit there all high and mighty cursing your tattered heart while it flutters in the breeze like a broken sail in the sea of emotions you have going for you, ill be busy repairing whatever damage there was to the rest of the ship you blaoted sense of self. pheh….. you make me sick to look at you when ever your in this state of mind. you cant let anything go easily, oh yeah, remeber this? “simba? simba sue where are you?” you ended up shutting down your emotions little by little and now even if you do have some sort of heartbeat in that old husk of a human being you call your body, there is no fucking way im going to let you purge yourself of the memories you had with her!!!!!

fuck you! im not going to forget the memories i had with her anyways, they were all good! yes i do blame myself for not being there when she needed me, but you know what she found someone that could take care of her when she needed it and you pretty much gave it all away!

that hurt man… that fucking hurt. coming from someone like you i bet its making all the difference right now. for all you know she could have been using you for whatever reason and she saw the warning signs hat you werent up for the task, what with you…. it doesnt matter to me anymore, nothing does. im tired and weak and just filled with anger and sadness right now. before her i was empty inside and broken hearted all the time with thoughts of dying for no reason at all. i thought that dying would be perferrable to not having anyone to love me, someone that i oculd talk to about anything and could confide in. then caasi came along and brightened up my whole world, i feel instantly in love with her, i didnt have one single reason that i couldnt think of to not fall in love with her, but i did it anyways. i fell in love with the most beutiful woman in the world and i enjoyed ever single miute of time i spent with her, even the times where we were just hanging out talking about random things i loved. so dont go saying that i was a worthless pile of crap, because you know as well as i do that now that shes gone and out of reach, whatever light that she brought with her is now gone with the wind, and only the coldness of your own self doubt will darken your mind once again.

it may have been only a week and a half, but it by far, THE BEST week and a half ive ever experienced. we even planned our first date together, and i was looking forward to going to the movies with her and her son. but now that everytime i think about it i cant help but cry over it. and even when i dont, im trying hard not to get depressed over the whole thing.  theres just too much going on that i need to get focused on, drivers licence, jobs,  but i cant help it, i loved her with all my heart. and she took my heart with her and dropped it on the way to the door. she even warned me in the peom glass heart what was coming. it hurts too much to write any more…

i miss you caasi, and wish you the best in life, and wish only for your happyness.

good luck and good bye il mio sogno bella.

somethings seemed to be on the reverse these days

ok…. this is not going to be pretty and it never really is now a days, i can understand that shes doing her own thing and takeing it easy and everything, but now im beggining to see things from her point of veiw. even though it is just coincidence and everything else, im still annoyed at how my own reactions are ticking me off.

but first a rant. mind you that im just venting and anything said in this blog is purely temperary and not a permanent mood killer. just a tad steamed and thats about it.

it seems that now a days a guy on his way up just seems to get dragged down again by the varios idiotic mistakes that hes made in thee past. i swear to god himself or itself or whatever self, that im not really scared of her anymore its just the fucking thought that she has the ability to at anyime i might say, kick my ass out of the college, which would be a reeeeeealllly bad thing. so you know what i do now a days, i stay the hell away from hger, i cant stand it anymore. there are so many different things t hat i want to say to her alll at the same time with no breath in my mind for reconcilleation. now mind you its a grab bag of things that keep stirring up in my mind, like, oh…. i dont know “you scare the crap out of me and i feel like less of a man because of this.” and not to mention, “even though at one point my heart was strongly attracted to you, now a days it trills with the sound evidence that your a cold heartede bitch for what you put me through. but its still all good alll the same. because with out the stupid choices ive made in the past, i wouldnt be where i am today…. wich i dont know where the fuck that would be.”

you see everyone, now that ive got a job and im dressing nice and everything else, im suddenly charged with the fucking duty of “the nice guy.” now dont get me wrong, i love being the nice guy and all, but there are those days where you just gotta let everything out in one fireball haduken of a bnlog. and thats what this is. a haduken. HADUKEN!

you see not long ago i had feelings i should say for a certian human who shalled remain nameless, and now im over her, i cant stop thinking about what i would say to her if i had another chance at my own redemptipon from the personal helll i put myself through on a dayly basis, all because of one loousy heartbreak that didnt end so well.

on the flip side, its good to be the king. not. its not good to be anything these days with the constant numbness of my right pinky…. yes, go ahead and laugh i dare you…. your laughing arent you? well i cant say i didnt see that one coming.

anyways…. what the fuck was i ranting about? oh never mind, ive completely lost track of the haduken blog that was festering up inside of me and now i feel just like a jack ass. but there are nutrality issues that i have. im calm… i swear i am…. im the calmest guy youll ever meet. im going to keep writing random crap till my head hurts and then maybe, just maybe ill have at least some assemblence of what the helll going on in my life at the moment. because at the moment, things are just not panning out for me, you get what im saying?

…..god damn it!!!!! i cant ever remain on topic with my thoughts, im having so many of the little buggers at the moment that i cant even think straight…. im going to go to class…..

she is dead to me

thats it, kaput, no more love, nothing more on that woman, my suspsitions were right and true to a fault as were the daydreams that predict things not happening. im over her, dont want anything to with her, its over, kaput, dead in the water, last place, no more, finite, the end. my feelings for her are as dead as can be, while drunk she said yes, got sober, then thought better about it and said no. i hold no grudge against her and wish her well in anything she does in her life. shes dead to me as i am to her, and no more shall we converse on the subject.

andp ersonaly, im glad for the end result, ive been going nuts in the last couple of weeks about the whole thing. allowing myself to feel this tainted love again only to realise the truth is a slap of reality to this point sharpest that peirceth the truth of my reality:

no woman nore man will ever want me, my heart is stone to feeling love and shall not want to anytime. i am man without purpose or place, or reasoning that striketh down my spirit. love was my weakness now hate shall fill that void and keep my life going, rage and anger will fuel my thoughts and keep my calm in place while my nightmares are the things of childsplay.

i care not any for love, nor shall i fight for it, for once the attention is met and the lure made attained, the trap is caused to slam down on its intended victom.

my heart knows no pleasure in the love of women, and shall never know it hence forth anymore. the simple fact that i allowed myself to let my own thoughts wander to her is simply outrage.  doomed are those who say one thing and mean another, for there souls are yet the worst kind of evil.

singolarita dimensionale, part 28

As Morgan, the Creature, Nordafet and Alex walked into the distance of the Heart Dimensions many doorways, Peaches sighed as a shadowy figure in a bright sequined dress rose from the ground. “They know of what awaits them further on down the road?” she said, her wisps of dark energy resting on Peaches shoulders as the Pentulman shrugged them off. “They know enough. Besides I doubt the Fragments of the Creations Vortex will take the situation lightly if they knew how much damage the Golden Strands have caused.” he said as he turned around and gave a short yelp. “Don’t scare me like that, you know my hearts can’t take such beatings any more, I’m nearly twelve thousand years old.” the figure in the shadows giggled in high tones. “Well… Which path will they take?” she yawned as peaches sat down and pulled a long metal pipe from his pocket about thirteen feet in length. “Don’t know, but… If we do manage to survive this whole thing… Want to grab a coffee?” Peaches laughed as the figure simply faded  back into the ground by the cracked grave stone with the initials ‘C.G.’.

“Alex… I’ve got a task for you, yo up for it?” Morgan said as they stopped at a nearby grocery store that suddenly grew out of the ground like a red wood forest on crack. “What ever I can do to help, I will make sure to get it done.” the preacher said with a heavy heart. “What’s wrong?” the Creature asked out of curiosity, poking Nordafet in the shoulder to get his attention. “Well… It’s just that…” Alex started to speak in tones that gave Nordafet such a boost in happiness that he almost began to cry. “Yes my friend, what is the matter!?” Nordafet asked out of pity, and in light of such a kind hearted man, he had no choice but to ask. “It’s just that… I hated you in the Munsters Movie.” Alex finished, patting Nordafet on the back as he walked towards Morgan. Nordafet sat down and only then did he begin to cry tears of confusion. “WHAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT!?” Nordafet sobbed. “Alex, I’m going to give you a task to do with the two remaining Skeletal Angels at my disposal. Take extremely good care of these two.” Morgan stated, pressing a blue button on the back of his neck.

“How long has that been there?” the Creature asked, wondering why in all the time they had been together, Morgan hadn’t bothered to explain that bit to him. “And more importantly, why haven’t you told me about that?” he finished as they walked into the frozen food section of the store. It was a three storied grocery store, filled with every kind of imaginable and unimaginable food, drink, beer, wine, fruit, cheese, meat, snack cake, and Twinky flavor anyone left in the waking world could imagine. “You never asked, and its been there for only a few hours. I just noticed it myself, I think Alex should have one on his neck as well.  But that’s neither here nor there.” a small tray popped out of Morgans shoulder with thirty one slots surrounding a glowing multicolored glass orb in it. in two slots there was an ivory shard with red cracks in it, and in another two slots had a rather large obsidian fragment in them with glowing grey cracks.

“Are these what I think they are?” Alex said, slightly in a whimsical way, “Are these two of the thirty one Fragments of the Creations Vortex? Then I will do my best to protect them! What is my mission?” Alex said, readily steeling himself for the oncoming challenges. Morgan sighed as a mother with two monkeys on leashes beat a clown with a bag of Doritos and clubs. “I want you to aid them, to guide them in their mission to gather their brothers and sisters. They will know the path, but I fear that your journey will take you beyond this reality. You think your up to it?” Morgan explained. A tray of the same design slid out a few inches as Morgan removed Alpha and Omegas fragments from his tray and slid them into Alex’s.

“You know how this work right? Those fragments hold their souls, should anything happen to them inside your mind, then they will simply reform, however, too much damage to them will result in their deaths…” Morgan continued explaining to Alex what his task might entail as the Creature and Nordafet stayed back to ogle at all the types of cheese that was on display. Then the one ultimate truth struck them in such a way, it could only be whispered amongst themselves. “We really like cheese.”

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singolarita dimensionale, part 27.5

The Council of Ten, the Arhem siblings, and the Inner Beast and Sarah delarose watched as the Box jumped three times, then spat out a furious looking Barney Fife. “OH YEAH!? ILL KILL YOU YET! Spike pallo kantoraketti!” The Robot King shouted as his arms changed into launchers and belched out flaming spiked balls attached to chains that slammed deep into the Box. “HEH! NOW YOULL- SONOFABITCH!” Barney Fife roared as the Box dragged him into its darkness once again. “OH! THAT THE WAY YOU WANT TO PLAY IT! THEN EAT THIS! Kuolemantapauksen käsi narttu Smack!” he screamed as he jumped right back into the box. Joseph was distracted long neough for Aneeh to pull out a four hundred thousand jewel laser cannon and cram the business end of it into his ear canal. “Well, this should be-” she pulled the trigger as Josephs body became what the Inner Beast and Sarah could only describe as a light show artists wet dream.

Aneeh giggled at first, then she burst out laughing like some evil demon about to snack on its first soul in a long time. The burnt and smoking corpse of Joseph Arhem simply healed itself as his skull reassembled like a string puzzle being pulled back into shape. “Interesting… Tell me, little sister, do you enjoy this so much?” Aneeh nodded with eagerness. “I really, really, really, don’t like you!”  she yelped excitedly for the next chance to rip her brother apart in one fashion or another. “First it was the battle axe, then the spiked mace, then a black hole, follwed by an exploding rubber duck, after which it was a vat of acid, then a pound of plastic explosive disguised as a cookie… I might have an idea.” Joseph said as he flicked his little sister hard on the forehead, sending her rocketing towards the ground. Joseph yawned as he pointed two fingers as the space around the Aneeh shaped crater.

“Tuhat eksemplari elu vormi! There you go little sister… You may have your deranged fun.” the Arhem brother said as he turned his attention towards Segroth. “I wonder if this might suit your violent needs fellow Guardian?” he said simply as he sat down next to Segroth and watched his beloved sister in action. “It has been quite a while, hasn’t it Segroth?” the man asked with little caution in his voice. “Yes… After you left, Fretuni took over your position… Did we choose someone that was not to your level?” Segroth asked callously, knowing the irritation in Josephs voice would be victory enough. “As it turns out, I seem to recall lasting longer then a crotch laser to the face. But I guess beggars can’t be choosers when it comes to successors. So, how has the Robot King been faring?” Joseph asked with little hesitation.

Segroth adjusted his seat as he watched over the chaos. “Barney? He is doing surprisingly better then I thought he would, but he fights for his Dimension, one of Asteroths, I do believe.” the Guardian coughed once and then yawned. “How is the second most powerful Guardian faring these days? He seems a little see through.” there was a loud explosion as Aneeh cleaved through fifty clones with a sweep of her laser cannon. “Tuhat eksemplari elu vormi.” Joseph recited calmly as another thousand clones of himself fell into the ring, their eyes blazing red. “Well… you may have heard, but the Golden Strands are eating away at his Dimensions… He’s only got two of his five legs to stand on. You know anything about this?” Technarl said, butting into the conversation. “Why Technarl… Yes, in fact I do know something about Asteroths condition… After all, I convinced the Chasm to unleash them, stating that through that one action, his numbers would become innumerable in contrast to the Doors…” Joseph said smiling in Technarl’s direction.

“Would you relax… I wish I had thought of that years ago, unfortunately, the only one who knows the Chasms plan is the Chasm itself. and even then, I’m not sure why its plans are always so simple and straight forward.” Technarl took a swing at the Arhem man, but his fist just phased through Joseph’s head. “Yes and fortunately for me, I also convinced the Chasm to send a remotely controlled clone of myself that’s immortal with my homicidal sister.” Technarl grumbled something about the chances of that happening, but then resumed focusing on the action below. “Barney Fifes dealing with the Box now, unfortunatley, even we don’t know the full extent of the Boxes powers, nor do we know what the Box’s reality is-” “What reality? It’s a Box!” Joseph said as Aneeh slammed two hundred clones into a meat grinder in the ground with a fourty foot by fourty foot spiked flyswatter. “Sheesh, she is really vicious!” Segroth said out loud to no one inparticular. “Oh… You should have seen her before she died… Not the biggest fan of violence, but… The Chasm changed all of that.” Joseph said as he watched himself become shot full of wholes then sliced into eighths. “Although… I can’t help but wonder why her…”

Aneeh was in the arena while her brother simply poured on the nearly infinite number of clones. she dropped the laser cannon and brought out a spiked repeating drill shooter and calmly waited for the right timing. “Mānsa kē alāvā pān̄ca hajāra kī cakkī!” she belted out as the weapon in her hand rapidly fired off volley after volley of rounds that slashed through the mindless numbers of Joseph clones. She then brought out a weird looking contraption and walked over to a clone that was mingling too close to her for comfort. “I LOVE YOU BROTHER! Rakta bŏyalara!” Aneeh cried out as she pressed a button on the bottom of the contraption. the unfortunate clone started smoking as red clouds escaped from the pores and it fell over dead. “TEE HEE!” she clapped her hands as she brought out a little robot cube and threw it as hard as she could. “Kālā chēda blēṇḍara!” she squeaked  as the cube, decorated with ancient Hindi lettering, shot billions of tiny hairless baboons attached to harnesses that carried rather unsettling amounts of sharp utensils.

“I LOVE YOU BROTHER! TO DEATH!” Aneeh giggled and blew her brother in the stands a kiss that unerved technarl. “Man… I’d hate to be her boyfriend.” he whispered to her brother. “Believe me Technarl, she’s run through twenty five boyfriends with that very same attack when she found out they lied to her about the simplest things.” Technarl gulped hard as a peice of clone smacked him in the face. Joseph couldn’t resist. “You have some me on you.” “You would say that wouldn’t you?” Technarl said as he wiped away the peice of eyeball away from his face. “So you’re in cahoots with the Chasm? Why would it pick you?” Segroth said as a hand flew two inches to the right of him, smacking Gothemos in the face. “Yeah, I guess I am. Well, to be honest, I always thought I’d be on the doors side, but I guess who’s on what side is pretty random, just goes to show that you never know where you’re going to end up here.”

While the Guardians talked amongst themselves, the Guardian of time stopped the fight just as Aneeh punched a hole through the side of a clones head from behind. The scenery changed from a plain flat ground to a pit with lots of outcrops of bladed fans. “Now I’ll just change it around whenever I get bored! Give the little princess some toys to play with I suppose! And I’ll make these dribbling clones a little smarter as well!” dark crystals plowed into every single clones face as smiles of rage passed through their ranks. “Go kill her!” the Guardian of time said smoothly as he returned time ot the normal flow. “KILL HER!” the first clone of Joseph screamed with rain gutter tones in his voice. Aneeh simply grabbed a hold of the tails of its trenchcoat and flung  him into one of the spinning fans, his body slashed repeatedly till he fell into the grinders below. The indian woman smiled as thirteen twelve gauge shotgun like tendrels rose out of her back. “Visphōṭaka bīja!” she sung as the guns focused their fire at a singpoint, the buckshot shredding through twelve clones of Joseph, their arms exploding in gory showers of multicolored blood. “Pīsanē aṅkura.” 

The Arhem woman screached as the guns formed a straight line and from the last to first, buck shot ricocheted off of buck shot peppering the remaining clones with small blades of ice. They organized themselves into a whirling dervish as peices of their bodies flew off from the Pisane Ankura attack as blades sprang out of every shape, size, and sharpness. “Khila pīsanē!” she giggled as the guns, following her finger tips aim, shattered the dervishes base causing the rest to fall over. She ran towards the under side of the formation, the sky blacking out under their numbers. “Kālē aura saphēda raṅga kā chēda pāśa!” Aneeh roared with pleasure as the huge army of clones were sucked into a black hole that rested several yards from a white hole that spat them all back into the black hole to be infinitely sucked in and spat out. “Hai gumanāmī chēṛakhānī cumbana!” Aneeh roared as the two gravitational distortions slammed into each other creating a vortex, that shredded every single elemental connection the clones had with this existence or any other.

“Well done little sister! I see you have expanded your attack set considerably!” Joseph applauded alone from the seats. “Now then… To business fellow Guardians?”

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Singlorarita Dimensionale, part 27

In the remains of the Waking Dimension, which now only consisted of planet Earth, the Sun, and bits and pieces of the other planets slowly being consumed by the now mile thick Golden Strands, the strange events which had plagued the Humans had become increasingly violent and shocking. Huge chunks of Russia were simple gone, with huge amounts of nothing appearing in their places, while Africa had simple become an island nation consisting of Nigeria, some states in south Africa, and Egypt. China, which had recently become the largest continent had been sunk under the vast pockets of nine hundred degree boiling water, cooking billions of lives to an end in a matter of hours. Australia simply had been ripped from the tectonic plate it was attached to by a giant statue of Goofy and tossed into the sun.

No place was safe from the Chasms wrath, not even the United States or the United Kingdom, whose states and countries simply vanished with out a trace for days or minutes at a time before being slung back towards random targets, causing a massive destruction on a terrifying scale. The White House, once full of life and hope, had become a place of  bloodshed as the paintings of previous president came to life and started killing the staff with grenade stuffed pies. Reports of the Obamas being claimed as one of the victims in the planet wide storm of strangeness storm surfaced, but even then, the Human race couldn’t perceive the level of danger that they were in.

The Chasm of Non-existence, through the aid of the Golden Strands, ripped through places even of sacred and hallowed ground like the Vatican where the Pope was giving his encouragements for sinners to repent their wasteful ways as the end of days was coming, until what appeared to be a Statue of David with the Golden Strands throbbing though its chest, head, and arms and legs, smashed his Holiness through the balcony with its famous fig leaf. The Middle East was no exception either, as locations like the Kaaba, Mecca and Jerusalem were ripped apart by a deranged version of their deities who, laughing like maniacs, slammed into the grounds. Terrorists groups tried claiming the acts that happened as plans of their own, but when the video of Osama blowing off his own head while a video streamed on his beard was shown, they simply shut the fuck up, disbanded their organization, and committed suicide by eating Japanese blowfish.

Despite all these horrid atrocities that no one could explain, one voice cried out over the confused masses, directing them to a place so remote that it barely even registered as a threat to the Chasm. Somehow, Sasha and her dog Bo had survived the slaughter of her family by Jefferson, Washington, and a disturbing picture of Nixon in a hula skirt and a coconut bra, escaped from the White House, and through the words of her pet, bega organizing a relocation effort around the world. The Golden Strands, she discovered, were only appearing in places where the dreams of the humans there were strongest, where hope  at times simply shattered whatever threats were thrown towards them.

It would be by the grace of the Waking Dimensions Guardian, that the Golden Strands were stopped. At the University, where the students and faculty had either escaped the rampant violence by the once harmless and strange events, or been victim to whatever they happened to be holding at the time impaling them through their heads, the black leaf grew into a cluster of black and red leafed venus fly traps that fed off of the nearby bodies of the dead, flourished in the streams of fresh blood that somehow made their way toward the plant, and drank of the yellow sunlight that crashed through the dark green clouds. Stranasth had stayed by his Queens side that whole time after two bookcases crushed his potential recruit and swallowed her friends through the books whose pages had grown teeth. “My Queen… I will never abandon you to the strangeness of this deteriorating dimension.” he said quietly as he touched the black and red leafs that slowly cooed and purred, as its roots sipped of the foul smelling liquid that poured into the cracks.

Inside Morgans mind, the building repaired itself as Reason slept and healed himself. The piles of dust that were once the Skeletal Angels, slowly swirled together and formed a green, orange, and silver lined diamond orb so perfect in roundness that it didn’t seem to belong in his friends mind. ‘Morgan… Why did you recruit them? Did you think they would begin to be purified through the energies you have in my mind? I’ve stayed by your side through the toughest battles, helped you in ways that even defied my belief, and tended to the Skeletal Angels needs when they first arrived… But this… I need time to heal and think. Please forgive me.’ Reason thought to himself as his essence slowly turned to dust and flowed into the diamond orb itself.

The remains of Alpha and Omega healed after Twilight was crushed, their minds tormented by what they had done to their master, as well as their former teammates. “WHAT HAVE WE DONE OMEGA!?” Alpha screamed as his hands grabbed a hold of the spike that pierced through his leg and pulled hard. “WHY HAD WE LET THE CHASMS WORDS TWIST OUR HEARTS TOWARDS DARKNESS!!?” he raged as the pain that shot through his leg was tremendous. Omega still laying on the ground, her eyes closed tightly as her fist slammed through the ground. “We are simply the beginning and the end, the first and the last, we knew what would start all of this, and we knew what it would take to finish it. We had NO choice Alpha… NO CHOICE!”. Alpha started to cry as his arms and legs felt the intense pull of the chains that wrapped themselves around his torso, waist, and feet. “I… I… I NEED TO REPENT FOR MY CRIME! MASTER! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!” Alpha screamed as he knew Morgan would be furious at them. Omega simply sat up.

“Master…” she began coldly. “You know of our history, of what we had to deal with, of our position, our names and what they implied. My love has become distraught with the realization of our actions… We wish to repent, to help heal and repair the others… But we do not wish to anger you further… Forgiveness is all we seek.” her body trembled as she received no reply from Morgan. “WHY DO YOU FORSAKE US WHEN WE ONLY THROW OUR WORDS AT YOU!? WHY DO YOU IGNORE THE POSITION WE ARE IN!? ARE YOU DEAF TO OUR PLEAS FOR HELP!?” Omega screamed and raged, her anger getting the better of her. “FOR FUCKS SAKE! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO US BARE OUR CRUMBLING HEARTS TO YOU!?” Omega yelled as her fist slammed into the ground, her bitterness driving into her mind that Morgan no longer cared for them the way he had all ever since they came into his possession.

She rolled over onto her back, the black bandages that covered her bones, rotted muscles, and skull became riveted to the ground. “You wish us to abandon our contracts with you… You wish us to find the twenty nine like ourselves and join them?” she asked the silence as Alpha simply slept while hanging in midair. “Its useless my love, He does not hear us because he is preoccupied with some other business that is more important… He has whispered it to me in my sleep… He forgive us, but he wishes for the twenty nine others to join us in here.” her lovers words seemingly distraught with terror. “It is not that he wants us gone, but he forgives us and has decided to send us on a most important mission. You remember the strength of Stigma, Omicron, Phi, Zeta and Psi?” Alpha whispered with glee. 

Omega looked to her loves body, and watched as the chains that wrapped around his body glowed with a blue color rather then the usually intense yellow that had bound them inside of Morgans mind since they entered their contract. “Do you have any idea where he wants us to look?” she asked slowly, wondering what to do with this new sense of freedom. “No… but, I suggest we rest up for a while before we leave, the master said that he would summon us when we are ready to leave.” Alpha said as he closed his glowing eye. “Rest is needed for long journeys, we have been asleep for so long that our minds were wide open for the Chasms words to twist our hearts, and we became Twilight out of the hate that its seeds had sprouted.”

Omega listened as soon, she too, felt the riveted black bandages turn to chains that wrapped around her body like a spider wrapping its prey in a silk prison. “I should think that what ever Morgan needs the rest of us for is pretty important considering that we are the weakest of the thirty one of us. Good night my love, we must rest our eyes, train our minds, and focus our energies into repairing our wonderful home.” he said as the bandages covered the rest of their bodies.

Morgan felt the need to send Alpha and Omega away on this mission when they were ready. He knew of the new levels of strength he now knew he needed to combat the Golden Strands. Peaches ran up to Alex and held him back  to give him a map. “This will give your new friends servants the location to the Fragments of the Creation’s Vortex, something the door of existence needs to end its infinitely long war against the Chasms plans. Good luck to you Alex, because you will be going with them.”. Alex took the map, smiled, and spoke with a kind and loving voice. “I hated you in Cat Woman.” Peaches was a bit confused, but caught on rather quickly. “Well, I did look good in the leather, so, it really doesn’t matter what you think. Now does it?” Peaches said, a little more dignified as Alex nodded. 

“What the fuck kind of preacher are you!?” Nordafet grumbled out loud. “Aren’t you guys supposed to forgive others of their sins?” he said he pointed towards Alex’s black collar. Alex smiled with a heavenly warmth that melted Nordafets heart, opening his eyes towards the all consuming kindness that the will of God had, and spoke calmly. “I really didn’t like you Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.” alex replied, the words were like needles, puncturing Nordafets inflated happiness with deadly precision.

“MORGAN! MAKE HIM STOP!” the Doem complained as tears started to stream down his eyes. “Calm down Nordafet, thats why I asked him to join us, I’ve got a special use for his talents at communicating his hatred of people in movies they aren’t in.”

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singolarita dimensionale, part 26.7

Morgan felt the presence of another like himself in the Heart Dimension as he trained in his ruby armor. “Hello?” he asked anybody in particular, but no one answered back. He saw the Creature and Nordafet talking in the distance, although he couldn’t make out what they were saying. Almost all the color had returned to his being, and he felt incredible because of it. “So the lost lamb of the Dreams seeks guidance from one such as I?” Morgan turned around and saw what appeared to be a preacher dressed in white clothes with a gold trim, and a jet black collar that seemed to radiate with the wisdom of the universe. “Huh? No I was just wondering how anyone else could be here. But I guess since this is the Heart Dimension, anything can happen right?” Morgan asked the strangely dressed man. “You are correct in that assumption, but since this is the dimension of hearts, only those with pure and strong hearts can be here. From where you draw your strength matters
the most
in this place.” the preacher said calmly as he held out his hand.

Morgan took note of the preacher, the way he looked, and always noted that he was in dire straights for allies right now. The preacher was about five foot six, dark short hair that was swept forward. he pants and shirt were white with a gold and silver trim, while his colllar was a color that defied even description. “allow me to introduce myself. my name is alex il forte spirito. i have come from the waking dimension in my dreams. and i have seen your wife, she is in terrible shape, both physically and mentally. has your strangely cumbersone friend over there told you the whole truth?” alex said, his eyes and hands pointing towards the creature. “no… i guess he hasnt… HEY CREATURE! GET YOUR FAT ASS OVER HERE!” morgan screamed at the tops of his lungs, startling alex with his gruffness. “IM NOT FAT! IM OPPOSITE THIN!” the creature shouted back towards the human. “are things always this tense?” alex asked curiously, the amulet around his neck
sparkling the yellow suns rays. “not really… its just the way we talk to each other. were great friends.” morgan said sheepishly. alex, however was a little less then impressed, “I find that hard to believe. At any rate, I must be going, what are your names?” the preacher asked calmly, his eyes instantly soothing over whatever troubles Nordafet had. “My name’s Morgan, my title is ‘Lost Wolf’, although in a strange turn of events, I’ve become stronger.” morgan introduced himself as the ruby plating hovered slightly above his body. The Creature walked up next to Morgan and placed a great paw out in front of him in a friendly fashion, “Hi, my name is… Well, I don’t have one. I was someone, then I just gradually became the Creature… So Creature is fine with me.”. Alex shook it nervously, sensing the Creatures immense abilities from the moment he clasped his hands. The Deom walked over next, still a bit shaken. “And I’m-” Nordafet was interrupted when Alex raised his hand to stop him. After a moment, he spoke. “I hated you in Robocop.” Alex said with a fury in his voice that even made the Creature shake. “The fuck? No, I’m-” again, Nordafet was interrupted by the preacher with a simple raise of his hand. “I also hated you in Terminator 2.” Alex spoke with so much hope that it made Morgan cringe with happiness. “Would you stop doing that!? Ny name is-” Nordafet pleaded with Alex, and tried to introduce himself, yet again, but Alex wouldnt hear it. “And I also hated you in Jerry
Springer.” Alex said in a thunderous voice that split the earth around nordafet, tossed him into the air, and was struck by five bolts of lightning. This in itself, caused Morgan and the Creature to both scream in absolute terror, and applaud the new comer. “HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE!?” nordafet screamed as he was sucked into a tunnel of jet engines, and spat out the other side three feet from the ground.

“I’m sorry about that, but I wanted to make a good impression.” Alex said smiling, “Here, let me help you up. You were saying that your name was?”. The Deom hesitated, then relaxed, and and spoke calmly. “My name is Nordafet, and its a pleasure to meet you. Will you become our ally in the fight against the Golden Strands? Because I would really hate to become your enemy.” he asked in a timid voice. Morgan looked at Alex with a bewildering sense of either amazement, curiousity, or caution, but he soon threw those to the wind. “Come on, Peaches will have something to defend yourself with.”. Alex stood firm. “I don’t not require weapons like you. I have the word of the Lord.” there was an uncomfortable feeling that slammed through Morgan, the Creature, and Nordafet. “Ok! On that note, I guess… we’ll go fight Resaec then. Coming?” Morgan said as he took a deep breath. Alex joined the group as they headed east to the Broken Pillars of the Thragnat to find
their wayward friend. “Just… Do me a favor and save the preaching for the enemy.” Morgan said but was promptly slapped in the back of the head by Nordafet. “We’re sorry about that Alex, but… he’s a jack-” “I also hated you in the Breakfast Club.” “I WASN’T EVEN AWARE OF THE WAKING DIMENSION BACK THEN!” Nordafet shouted as Alex smiled. “All is forgiven.”

It had been several hours in the arena, and the box had not moved or even jumped, nor had any sounds come out of it. “Is he dead?” the Inner Beast asked aloud when several peices of the Robot King flew from the opening, his legs, an arm, a shoulder, part of his chest, his neck, his other leg, two pinky, a hand, the other hand, and some of his torso. “I’M FUCKING ALIVE!” the head screamed in jubilation as it rolled around in a circle. “I BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF IT, I LOST MY BODY, BUT I BEAT THE FUCK OUT OF- NOOOOOO!” Barney screamed in terror as the single tentacle with the angry cartoon-like eye slowly came out of the Box, gently wrapped itself around his head, and slowly dragged him back inside. “WHY!? I THOUGHT I KILLED IT!” Barney screamed as tears of oil dripped down his face. “Well… Now what?” Segroth asked impatiently. “Usually we have this big epic fight going on to distract us, but since nothing ever happens once the Box comes out, we’re bored
out of our minds…” Gothemos said as his updated is Livejournal status from ‘Enjoying the fight between Captain Jake and Barney Fife.’ to ‘Utterly distressed about working at Hotdog On A Stick for ANOTHER week.’. “You realize, Asteroth, that you are the next one to fight him, right?” Technarl mentioned bored out of his mind. “Are you even able to manifest down there?” . Asteroth nodded slowly. “As long as two of out five dimensions are left, I will be able to put up a suitable challenge. I have recently sensed two unwelcome visitors in our midst… And one of them, we know very, very well.” the Guardian of the mind said, pointing in a particular direction. everyone looked up as Captain Jake fired a volley of cannon balls at the spot that seemed to be shimmering with color. “Now, now, now… There is no need to be rude, after all, we just came here to watch the progress of this so called ‘robot king’.”. Josephs voice said in a sly matter as the cloud dissapated and revealed the arhem siblings standing upside down. “Now I realize that you are nuetral in all of this, I was wondering if we too, could challenge you for the power to destroy the Robot King. After all, you must remain impartial to all proceedings… Am I correct in this assumption?” Joseph smiled as he placed his hand on his little sister, who proceeded to
shove two heavy duty chainsaws into his chest. “Aneeh, we’ve been over this twelve times before, you can’t kill me, nor can you harm me. Whatever happened to my clone?”. Aneeh pulled upwards, the chainsaws grinding their way through her brothers head, like a flame thrower decimating a box of highly flammable tissue paper.

“He’s dead… I cut his head off, and slammed it onto the outcrop just before we left.” Josephs little sister explained in a cheery tone of voice. Her dark brown eyes lighting up like Christmas trees. “I suppose… never mind, we really don’t have time for such non sense. So which one of you do we fight? Or we could just fight all of you at once…” Joseph Arhem smiled brightly as his eyes turned to the box. “Out of curiousity, what’s going on with the cardboard box?”. Segroth smiled brightly as well, his mind already thing of a way to get rid of these two intruders. “Oh that? We just ordered a Door of Existence weakness kit. They are surprisingly easy to get on Craigslist, we also got two tons of marbles out of the deal, but then again who doesn’t like marbles!?” Segroth said calmly. “In fact, Gothemos over there likes to string marbles together and-” Joseph raised his hand. “Enough… What is the password to gain entry to such a magnificent item?”.
Technarl, who never did enjoy Josephs company the last time he was here, answered. “It’s blarf. That’s the password.”

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singolarita dimensionale, part 26.6

The Dread Queen had almost gained Kim Lecests trust to the point where she could reveal her truest intentions about the Waking Dimension, but then simply unexpected happened. A beam of light that had shown through the library now almost invisible walls, struck her heart dead center. ‘This can’t be good.’ she thought to herself as she felt a tiny black root start to drill into her skin. “If you will excuse, I have to use the restroom, I’ll be back.” the Dread Queen said as she simply walked away from the table with little effort to hide what she really was under the guile of the sweet little woman she appeared to be. “STRENASTH!” she bellowed out loud for the Emotional Baggage to show himself.

“Yes my Queen?” the troll like figure appeared with what appeared to be a womans arm hanging out of his mouth. “Finish your snack and tell me what is happening to me RIGHT NOW!” she ordered him angrily. Strenasth simply sucked the arm into his mouth and after a few crunches from his powerful jaws, gulped hard. “Well, it appears the Chasm has decided to give you an upgrade of the most intriguing kind, Milady. What it is, I can’t be sure bu-” “YOU HAD BETTER BE MORE KNOWLEDGABLE NEXT TIME! OR I WILL SNAP YOU OUT OF EXISTENCE LIKE I DID YOUR FELLOW OFFICERS AND THEIR FORCES,” the Dread Queen calmed down and raised a single hand, poised to snap her fingers in an instant, “Lest you have already forgotten…SERVANT?”.

Strenasth cowered a little bit before coming to his senses. “I am sorry to be the one to tell you this, but since I am only your Emotional Baggage, I only know as much as you do in terms of wisdom. However,I am much oblidged to urge you to finish your conversation with that woman over there.” he smiled wickedly as his queen relaxed her posture and turned her sights onto Kim Lecest who had returned to her book, which was now trying to sell her a used bookmark with only four payments of twenty five cents. “I suppose you are right… But, I’m feeling weaker by the moment… I need to step outside for moment, would you take care of that troubling matter for me?” the Dread Queen asked innocently enough as Strenasth changed into a exact copy of his Queen, voice and all. “It will be no problem at all. Sorry about that Kim, some things just run right through me!” the Emotional Baggage said as she walked back towards Kim with a smile on her face.

The Dread Queen felt the roots spreading at a concerning rate under neath her bones, around her organs, and seeping deeper and deeper into the very core of her being. She burst through the doors of the universities library and passed by a man who looked almost like a preacher, but his clothing was oppitie in design. the short sleeved shirt and pants, instead of being black and neatly tucked in, were white, wrinkled and untucked, as if he had only just woken up. The collar that was normally white, was a deep jet black. She could swear that while she was able to, she could see the infinite grandiose plan of the god of this dimension, the beauty of his work, and the ultimate price she would have to pay at the end of her journey. He spoke with a language she had never heard before. “Vas blagosloviti moje dijete, na putu ste o izdržati je bolan jedan, pun žrtve i ponovno rođenje na svijet kao nešto dragocjeno. Ponor je vidio da ovaj.” he said as she passed him. the dread queen froze as the first waves of the solar flare slammed her deep into the ground, her mind flooded by the thoughts of the Chasm of Non-existence.

‘THIS IS THE TIME FOR CHANGE… EVOLUTION IS NEEDED… YOUR HEART CAN NO LONGER CONTAIN THE VASTNESS OF THE POWER OF NOTHING… EAT AT JOES… MY PLAN, SHALL REQUIRE YOU TO BECOME SOMETHING GREATER THEN WHAT THE GOLDEN STRANDS HAVE MADE YOU… DEVIL IN A BLUE DRESS, BLUE DRESS, BLUE DRESS…’ the Chasm spoke as the roots shot across her chest, down her stomach, through her feet, into the ground and pulled her deep into the cement  and four thousand feet below the University. The Chasms voice thundering all the while. Sometimes the thoughts were grand and mysterious, other times stupid and redundant. ‘BOW CHICA BOW DOWN… YOU WILL HAVE GREATER STRENGTH… I’D LIKE COOKIES AND CREAM WITH THAT LATTE FRAPACHINO WITH NO CREAM PLEASE… DISNEY LAND IS NO LONGER THE HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH, I AM!’ it boomed as the roots, no longer content with just the surface. The roots impaled themselves through each and every available space on her body. ‘Great Chasm… Why are you putting me through this?’ Caasi asked, her mind no longer filled with the rage she once held against her former lover and husband, but now with a quiet desperation.

‘You are not to question why I do things Caasi, but are only in my service to accept the changes I give to you for my own reasons.’ the Chasm stated in her mind as the roots wrapped around her body like bandages being put on a mummy. ‘You shall evolve, into something far greater then a simple witch.’ with that, her muffled screams of pain died out as the earth seemingly swallowed her up as small black leaves appeared in the spot where she once stood.

Inside the library, Strenasth had convinced Kim of only one thing, that he was not the person she had been talking to. “I’ve got to get to class now… Who ever you are…” she said as she pushed away from the table, gathered her things, and left for the elevator. Mean while, Mike, Tracy, and Aaron had succesfully negotiated their way out of being hostages by buying the books Twinkies, which in hindsight on the books part, wasnt the greatest deal they could sprung for. “We shouldve gotten two Twinkies out of them.” the first book said as it unwrapped his snack cake. “WHAT THE FUCK!? I DIDN’T WANT CHOCOLATE CREAM!”

Back in the arena, Barney Fife stared hard at the cardboard Box that had been lying in a crumpled head before him for the past sever hours, wondering what kind of secret it held that it earned the title of the eighth Guardian. “WELL!? ARE YOU GOING TO ATTACK ME, OR WHAT!?” Barney Fife screamed at the box, hoping to to provoke it into some sort of transformation that would provoke its wrath.  segroth and the other nine council members simply stared, their eyes focused on the robot king as he poked and proded the Box with a single extended finger. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THE POINT OF TH-” he stopped mid sentence as he felt the Boxes weak flaps starting to move. “We told you that the eighth Guardian, and the third most powerful member of the Council of Ten was a Box… but what we didn’t tell you, was… Well… You’ll find out soon enough.” Captain Jake belted out while drank from a mug of ale that was made from the skull of the last person that challenged him.

Barney Fife looked at the box as a single cartoon like eye popped out of the darkness from inside the Box, slowly slithered around his arm, and blinked at him just once. “Well…. this isn’t so WHAT THE F-” the eye had become furious, red, and filled with bad feelings for Barney as it started to pull him towards the boxes opening. “Just a warning? Don’t say the word ‘blarf’ around it once your inside, or you’ll just make things five hundred times worse for yourself. You’ll need that metal plating to soften the blows Robot King.” Technarl said out of the side of his mouth as he continued  flirting with Sarah, to which the Inner Beast socked him through the head. “that tickles.” he said with out any feeling what so ever.

The Box picked the former slave up by his arm and slammed him around a good number of times before Barney realized he could disengage his arm from his body.  But, it was too late and the Robot King was sucked into the box. “BLARF!” they heard the robot king screams erupt from inside the box.  “He is so incredibly fucked right now.”

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singolarita dimensionale, part 26.5

Inside Morgans mind, Reason and Erde had barely killed off Twilight in the midst of his own attack. The main hall was in ruins as chunks of mental images and thoughts ran rampant, while the halls leading to the various Skeletal Angels rooms were cut off. Some of the rooms themselves had been utterly crushed and the remains of Twilight twitched with nervous spasms. “Erde!? SHWARZENFEUER!? Where are you guys!?” Reason screamed through the thick, choking smoke and the rumbles of thick chunks of mental energies falling to the ground with loud buzzes and pops. “I… I don’t think I will make it Reason…” Shwarzenfeuer said slowly as the last of his flames died out. “Tell.. Morgan… My debt has been paid in full…” the Skeletal Angel fusion of water and fire said, as his body crumpled into a pile of red and blue colored dust, their final energies sinking into Erdes left eye. “Erd! ERDE! Tell me for fucks sake that your gonna make it! I don’t think I can take Twilight all by myself if the stupid bastard revives, AGAIN!” Reason screamed out loud. His left arms snapped and ripped off from the blast of Twilights final attack. As he stumbled half blinded from the impact against the wall and half dazed from the lightning fast attacks that twilight had delivered to his head he vaguely saw Erdes form.

“Reason, I am right here. I doubt that Twilight will be making a reappearance since I have crushed his heart stone. It cost me more than I wish to admit, but the battle is over with, and we have won.” Erde said as he stumbled towards Reason with little to no balance. Half of Erdes head had been cut off, resulting in a loss of fine motor skills and may of the major orientation functions that he would normally have. “Licht, Schwarzung, Wasser, Feuer, Alpha, Omega…” erde said the names with a heavy heart, and tears streaming from his eyes, “I have lost most of our team… And fear that I am not far behind Reason…”. there was a rumble from the pile of rubble behind them, as Twilight, barely alive, and gasping for air as his lungs had been blown out of his chest, along with large portions of other vital organs, pointed a single finger towards him. “…To..des…” she struggled to say as a small blue wrapped with green spiral laser shot forth in a short burst and blew the top half of Erdes body apart, leaving only a wiggling spine where his torso once was.

“Heh… I… I’ve… done the Chasms… Wi-” before Twilight could finish the sentence, a large chunk of the pointed ceiling crashed down on the near death Twilight, ending his existence and putting Reasons mind to rest. “Morgan… I need your help…” reason choked the words out, and coughed up day glow blue blood, “Every one is… Dead…” Reason whispered as he fell to the ground, unable to stand on his own any more. ‘Don’t worry friend, just rest up and the mind will take care of itself.’ Morgans voice shambled through the wreckage. Reason closed his black eyes and wished that Morgan had never discovered either Alpha or Omega.

“Why… Us?”

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singolarita dimensionale, part 26

“aneeh arhem.” a voice said that sounded suspisciously like josephs. “aneeh, you need to wake up now!” the voice said agian, nudging her shoulder with the foot. aneeah woke up to find herself face to face with her brother who simple kneeled before her and smiled. “hey there!” he said in a cheerful tone of voice despite the trouble they were in. “so the chasm got you too huh? interesting, i always thought you would have gotten snatched up by the door, but i guess your no angel.” joseph said calmly as he looked around at the strange rune like figures that danced upon the craggy walls like fireflies in the night. aneeh got up to her feet, herm ind, both confused and infuriated. she ran towards joseph and decked him in the back of the head so hard that he ran into a stalagmite out crop. he spurted blood for a few minutes before yawning out loud and wiping away a tear that had formed.

“That almost hurt little sister… Almost. Now, we could replay this whole ‘I’m a bad person for something that has no bearing on our current situation right now’ or we could talk about how to defeat the Door of Existence. You’re on our side now…”. Joseph said calmly as he pulled himself off the outcrop and watched Aneeh with fascination as her face contorted from sheer pleasure, to utmost terror. “Yep, That’s right lil sister, you can’t hurt me here. In fact, I don’t think you’ll be able to speak for some time since you’ve only recently come here. As for how I survived the Beasts attack… Well I didn’t.” Joseph said as part of his body destabilized into ever changing clouds of sparkling color. “Well… I did… In a way. You see, the Chasm, has an eye for talents like mine, it simply knew the perfect time to strike, and that’s what happened. Although I highly doubt the Golden Strands were meant to destroy the three Dimensions this far into its grand master plan.”

Aneeh watched as her sibling seemingly faded in and out of existence with a sense of wonderment and hatred in her eyes. “Well, looks like I’m being called up to the big guy itself… Probably wants to talk some cheddar or fight with me. Later!” Joseph said with a wink and a wave of his hands before disappearing completely, leaving the bewildered indian woman alone in the hole she found herself in. another voice seemingly popped into her head, one familiar and friendly. “Well… if it isn’t my old partner in third… Aneeh Arhem. Looks like you got stuck on this side of things huh?” the voice said as it sighed. Aneeh recognized it right away. “Credion! How are you? And where are you? It’s been crazy these past couple of weeks! First off, I get slammed around by Morgan and his damned attacks, then i wind up in this place with my brother of all people… well, at least he’s a step above Morgan.” Aneeh exclaimed, the voice breathing in and out occasionally.

“Well, as far as I can tell, I’m standing among a huge number of granite statues, and as I’m wandering arond this place, there is this giant white door with three black slashes across the front of it and a golden doorknob. A few of the statues have already hatched and are just wandering around kinda confused. Gotta go, something is happening again.” Credions voice cut out as her attentions turned else where. Aneeh was left with no one to talk to for the longest time until her brother returned to her side, only to receive a well place back kick that slammed him into the stalagmite outcrop yet again. “well… I guess you’ll just take advantage of the fact that I can’t die as much as possible, huh? Anyways, lil sis, I got some interesting news about your main enemies ally!”

Aneeh stood up and walked over to where her brother was impaled. “It seems that a new member of their fold, a Barney Fife, is fighting his way through the Council of Ten to gain the power to defeat the Golden Strands, but somewhere along the way, he was killed. His master, the Great Mouth, a giant mass of insulting mouths, rows of teeth, and a ball of insects in the center, sacrificed himself and gave Barney the upgrade he needed.” Aneeh simply stood over Joseph, only glaring at her impaled brother laughing while twitching all. “By the way, the Chasm has had some very interesting ideas that require your… connection to the thing currently covering Sarah Delarose. Are you interested?” Joseph asked Aneeh as she helped him to his feet. “I have only one requirement in order to go along with this foolish plan of yours.” Aneeh sneered at her brother, trying desperately not to give in to her desire to impale him, yet again, onto the outcrop that she just helped him off of.

“My dear little sister, you have only to speak, and the Chasms will be your reality.” Joseph said as his wounds sealed themselves up with out a hint of pain from the Arhem woman’s brother standing before her. “I get a immortal clone of you that I can abuse in any possible way I can imagine. Because if I’m going to go with, then I’ll need some stress relief.” Joseph thought about it for a second and nodded with a perverse sense of pleasure. “Anything for my lil sister. You heard that Chasm? She’ll do it if you fill that one request!” Joseph shouted as the heavy chains that wrapped around his trench coat clanged together. In that instant, Joseph split in two and Aneeh smiled. “I should probably tell you that when you’re not abusing the living hell out of him, he can be put away into your mind… Aight be more fun that way.”

Aneeh smiled as the clone of Joseph simply bowed while a white scarf wrapped around his neck and head as the rest of his outfit grew out of his skin. “God I loved going through that phase! Anyways, the Chasm will transport us there in a jiffy when your ready!” her brother said in an overly cheery tone of voice. Aneeh looked around the crevice they were in and nodded her head. “Let’s get going, I have some rather unpleasant business I need to take care of.” the crevice groaned and cracked as electricity blasted outwards from Aneeh and Joseph Arhem, who simply decided to bash his fist into the wall. “Just do it already you big lug!”

Barney Fife waited for a response from Segroth, the silence was deafening as the remains of Captain Jake Boiling Waters  reformed into his old body. “That was quite a fight, the best I’d had in many a long century. I must rejoin my fellow Guardians, I wish you luck against the eighth Guardian Barney Fife. Because you will need it.” the Captain said as he opened his hands and swept them across the arena, slapping together the broken pieces of both his ship and the crew members alike. Segroth waited for the Dead Man and its crew to leave the arena before taking out a tiny box and sent it rocketing towards the Robot King. “This is our eighth Guardian… Do not let appearances decieve your eyes, Barney Fife.” Segroth chuckled with an underlying deathly serious tone to his voice. “Show us some of that furious energy you showed Captain Jake Boiling Waters.”

The box rocketed towards the robot king with lethal speeds. “This is going to fucking hurt so badly.. I-” the box impacted Barney Fife in the face with so much force, it simply bounced off his face, and landed in a crumpled heap a few feet from where the baffled warrior stood. “WHAT THE FUCK!? I thought this was supposed to be some sort of challenge by the way you guys were acting….”

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singolarita dimensionale, part 25

The Greater Scrap Metal Kraken fell to peices as the bloodied and broken remains of the Dead Man and her crew slammed into the ground, splattering like water balloons dropped into a rose bush. Segroth could only beam in pride secretly. “Robot King… Very nice finishing touch. Will you be ready to face the eighth Gua… He lives, still? HA HA HA HA! VERY INTERESTING INDEED!” segroth said as his smile betrayed his fierce size and power as Captain Jake Boiling Waters landed hard on his feet, the waters pulling away from him. “NOT SO FAST!” he screeched, his badly mangled body barely holding together from the blades tearing through his body. “ROBOT KING! YE MAY HAVE BESTED ME IN SHIP TO SHIP COMBAT, BUT LETS SEE IF YOUR MASTERS SACRIFICE TO BRING YE BACK FROM DAVEY JONES LOCKER, WAS ANY GOOD AT ALL!” the Captain roared as he straightened his back and snapped his limbs into place. “Now… I didn’t get to be the seventh Guardian for nothing, that ship, and my crew, each of them pledged a blood oath to me.”

Barney listened intently to the Captains words as little metal beads fastened themselves around the beleagured and bruised Captains neck. His over coat torns beyond recognition and spattered with his own multi colored blood. “they gave their souls to me in exchange for ever lasting life, they swore their lives away to ME! AND ONLY I WILL BE THE ONE TO TAKE THEIR LIVES AT MY OWN DISCRETION! ARISE YE COWARDLY SEA DOGS! YOUR DEBT TO ME IS NOT YET EVEN HALF PAID!” the Captain roared as the souls of his deceased crew swirled around his body. “JOIN WITH MY BODY, AND SHOW THIS COWARDLY BARNACLE MY TRUE POWER!” Captain Jake said as lightning danced around his quickly dissolving body. The souls changed into a variety of chained weapons that sank deep into Jakes body, the holes sealing them selves up as blue, black, and crimson symbols of an alien culture slammed themselves across Jakes body.

“You see, Robot King, I trained for many years in the art of Shadow Weaponry, or more plainly explained, the art of fighting with one hundred different hidden weapons, and to tell the truth, I slaughtered my master, his pupils, their masters, and their pupils for more the five life times. And not once, has any of them yet to defeat me!” Captain Jake explained as he flicked his hand and sent a flurry of tethered, triple hooked, harpoons sailing past Barneys head. The Robot King barely had taken a new breath when he felt the hooks pierce his arms, legs, neck, head, and snag onto his spine. “You see, Robot King? I already have the upper hand, you are nothing compared to me!” another flick of his hand and the hooks ripped through Barneys metal body with a terrible screeching sound. Barney simply stood up as if the wounds had no effect on his body.

“impossible! IMPOSSIBLE I SAY!” the Captain shouted. “If I can’t slice ye, I’ll shoot ye full of holes and use your body to make enough rum for a thousand years! Gach tempest Tógann!” the Captain shouted as the Robot King simply walked forward as four three hundred barreled gatling guns formed a perfect pyramid around the Robot King, “Let’s see you survive this assault ROBOT KING!” the Captain shouted as bullets ripped through Barney Fife as he continued walking towards the Captain with out any signs of slowing down or speeding up. “You… Killed my master… YOU KILLED MY FUCKING MASTER!” Barney screamed in unbridled fury as he simply pointed a finger at  Captain Jake Boiling Waters forehead and fired a huge beam of pure force and shattered every atom and molecule in the unfortunate mans being. “DIE!” Barney Fife roared as he unsheathed all ten fingers and send rapid shots of force through the former Captain of the Dead Man.

The waves slammed through Jakes body, the weapons hidden inside shaking slighty at first, then more and more till Barney Fife, the Robot King, whispered the Captains death in his ears. “Explozii de arme ascunse.” he said softly as the bladed souls of his crew exploded out of Jakes body like a shrapnel grenade going off. But the Dead Mans former Captain still stood. “HA! YOU THINK STABBING ME IS GOING TO KILL ME!?” he boasted as the ranged weapons ripped through his arms and legs, tearing huge chunks off of his body, revealing a blindingly white light underneath the old dusty jacket. “I’M IMMORTAL YOU SCURVY BASTARD!” Jake screamed in anger as the hidden cannons in his mouth, eyes, neck and spine fired their ammunition, sending fiery, red hot, spiked cannon balls punching through his remains, tearing the once proud Captain to nothing more then the shark chum he used to brush his teeth in the morning.

“Well pl-” the Robot King didn’t allow him to finish his sentence as Jakes own attack was turned against him, the rampaging weaponry and the infinitely powerful force behind the bullets, drilled through what ever was left of Captain Jake Boiling Waters with out a hint of remorse as his mind fully comprehended his opponents fury. “I HAVE DEFEATED THE SEVENTH GUARDIAN, CAPTAIN JAKE BOILING WATERS, AT THE COST OF MY MASTERS LIFE FORCE! BRING ON THE EIGHTH GUARDIAN!” Barney Fife roared towards the tenth Guardian, and lord over his fellow council members, Segorth Deleoni.

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singolarita dimensionale, part 24.9

The Great Mouth shook with both rage and sadness as his slaves remains rained down, like confetti during a parade. “What… What just happened!?” it said with a deep and grave sadness. “My slave… Came all this way to… To just end up dead with a puny attack like that!? GET UP SLAVE! I ORDER YOU TO PULL YOURSELF BACK TOGETHER AND KILL CAPTAIN JAKE BOILING WATERS!” the Great Mouth raged as Segroth simply smiled in contentment. “Great Mouth, you seem to be at a less then desirable position in this grand tournament! you have seen that your slave is nothing more then dust in the wind, you watched with great fury, as have we all, as the so called great Barney Fife fought, struggled against, and overcame six of our ten Guardians, only to be defeated by our seventh.” the leader of the Council of Ten commented with out so much as a tear. “And though I must commend his efforts for fighting his way to Captain Jake Boiling Waters, I must have a heavy heart in stating that all who have come through this way, all who’ve struggled and fought against our number, have always been defeated by the Dead Man and her crew.”

The Inner Beast and Sarah equally stared in disbelief as Barney Fifes left eye fell from the heights of the attack and bounced onto the cold, black, wood of the Dead Mans deck just as her Captain shut the door to his chambers with a grunt of dissatisfaction. “I… He… WHY!?” was all Sarah could say. “The Puppet Kings one weakness is the Dead Mans greatest strength. It lies not in her crew or captain, but the belief of his words made manifest. I shouldve seen this coming, but I was arrogant for a chance to dethrone the Door of Existence…” the Great Mouth said as its ball of insects buzzed greedily for a chance to swarm out and devour the remains. Asteroths eyes turned almost a pure white as the Golden Strands continued rapidly devouring all aspects of his realities five dimensions. “Brothers and sisters… I may not have much time… left.” Asteroth said weakly, his body beinning to dissapate into a green, sparkling fog. “I plead to you, Great Mouth, master of the Puppet King, to give your slave one more chance to end the Golden Strands acid stained path of destruction through-out my body!”.

The Great Mouth looked towards the Inner Beast and Sarah Delarose, who had fought against the Puppet King when he was first born into the Dream Dimension and defeated him while his mind was blinded with arrogance. There was silence as Technarl, Gothemos, Fretuni, and the other three Guardians gave their blessing. “Such a warrior has not given us a greater challenge in twice score eons. Ultimately, it is your choice.” Fretuni said as his eyes, still red with mace, focused on the Great Mouth. Even the Captains crew looked up towards the form of the Great Mouth. “Segroth?” it asked uncertain of its own choice as the dust almost finished settling in the water. “I am only one of the Council of Ten, if the majority rules that another chance shall be given to the one known as Barney Fife. Then it shall be so.”

The Great Mouth shook its head. “I, myself, cannot resurrect the Puppet King in his current condition, only by fusing with his remains can he truly become a number of the living again. But I do this on one condition… That the final fight be not with Segroth, but with the Inner Beast and Sarah Delarose. I owe them a rematch, and Barney Fife would want so as well. El gran sacrificio boca.” the Great Mouth said silently as its colossal form broke through the heavens. “OH MY FUCKING GOD! WHAT THE FLYING LENO IS THAT!?” Gothemos shouted as he updated his Livejournal account from ‘Sitting in on the greatest fight ever.’ to ‘Shitting myself at the fucking size of that bastard!’.

The Great Mouths form was that of five hundred trillion hands with seven billion strings flowing like a head of hair. “I have much untapped power, Barney Fife, power the I give to you, making you a infinite number of universes more powerful then that scrap heap of a Captain… But, in giving you life, you are taking mine that I give of my own free will. I will give you a new title, much more worthy of your abilities. I will grant you life once more, Robot King.” it said as the remains of the Puppets Ghost, its crew, and that of the Puppet King were sucked into the great mouths many mouths and finally into the center of the ball of insects that buzzed with a thunderous volume.

Captain Jake Boiling Waters erupted from his chambers with a look of rage on his face. “WHAT BE ALL THIS CHEERING FOR YOU LOW DOWN SEA – Oh my… It seems I have underestimated that relationship between the slave and master… MAN THE CANNONS! WEVE GOT A FIGHT TO FINISH!” the Captain shouted with a hint of glee, narrowly stepping on the one piece of Barney Fife that had survived his devastating attack. The left eye fired a little harpoon into the swarm of insects which was greedily sucked the remaining part into its hive mind. “So… Is that all you’ve got for me, captain? You shall find that my slave is me, and my master is me. Now I can really repay you back for that bullshit you call an attack!” a familiar voice shouted as the Great Mouths form was sucked into the ball of insects which slowly dissolved into a sleek basic form. “Barney Fife… I thought I’d killed you, but it seems that I’ll just have to try harder this time… ARM THE CANNONS AND FIRE AT WILL! THIS SEA CUCUMBER WILL SOON AGAIN FEEL THE STING OF OUR MIGHT!”.

The silver form of Barney Fife, Robot King, sank into a highly pressurized ball which sprouted roots that twisted and shaped themselves into a torso, shoulders, hips, arms, legs, elbows and knees, hands and feet, fingers and toes, and finally a thick armor coating all over his body. “Really!? Oh because I thought that the last time you tried killing me, I evolved… And here it is! My debt to the Great Mouth, paid in full! Tornado resturi de devastator de diamant!” Barney shouted as his own version of the the Captain’s Sea Kraken rose up from the depths of the three feet of water, fifteen times taller then the tallest mountains and fitted together from rotting peices of junkyard leftover from all over the cosmos. The massive tentacle, that seemed like a wide valley to Captain Jake Boiling Waters, lifted the Dead Man out of the water, out of the Council of Tens realm of existence, out of the unknown expanses of space and time, and finally stopped when the Greater Scrap Metal Kraken paused for a few hours.

“What sorcery of magic is this Captain!?” the first mate said as he peered over the side of the ship. “Well, why don’t you find out!” one of the burlier crew members suggested as she kicked him off of the port side of the boat. The first mate landed on his head on the soft valley like tentacle until he sank into the ground as he was slowly ground into a bloody red, blue and green mess. “So that’s what kind of magic it is… Captain, I don’t think we should… Captain?” the crew member asked as she witnessed the Captain taking off his hat and placing it over his exposed beating hearts. “Quiet, Josephine… We’ll be in Hell soon enough… Look, that great blood shot planet in the sky is the demons pets single eye. It will deliver us to Davey Jones locker to pass through the oceans of great pirates alike.” Captain Jake said silently, placing a hand on her shoulder. The crew stood still, their eyes watering as the air rushed past their bodies as the Robot Kings Kraken opened its eye to reveal a galaxy of painfully designed grinding devices.

“It has been an honor, serving along side you fine gentlemen and women alike.” Captain Jake Boiling Waters said as he stared straight into the face of his killer. The Greater Scrap Metal Kraken instead flung the microscopic ship into the air and fired an ungodly amount of obsidian shards through every angle, direction, dimension, thought, action, and history of the Dead Man, her captain, and her crew.

“I’ll see ye in hell, Barney Fife, R-”

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singolarita dimensionale, part 24.8

The Great Sea Kraken rose from the waters of the arena, Barney Fife and the crew of the Puppets Ghost stared in awe as its great fiery red eyes shot blue ribbons at them “HIT THE DECK! WERE BEING JUDGED LIKE ITS A BLUE RIBBON FAIR!” the first mate shouted too late as he was pinned to the deck through his forehead, the puppet still moving uncontrollably. “YOU FUCKING SON OF A BITCH! THAT WAS MY FAVORITE PUPPET!” the Puppet King shouted at the Kraken who was still in the process of rising form the depths of the ten foot deep arena waters. Captain Jake Boiling Waters smiled as his pet shot swiftly straight up. “This beast of mine, this horrid, deformed creature from Gods forgotten world serves me! NOW MY PRECIOUS PET: Aon mhilliún amháin ar ton dúch buama!” Captain Jake shouted as the Kraken, now fifty stories tall and still rising, raised a super tanker sized tentacle, made of eight super tankers with a hapless crew running about their decks with
magnetic shoes on, became bloated with pressurized ink.

“THIS SHALL NOT BE! NEGRO cadena mágica: CIEN MIL Needled MAR URCHEN BOB!” the Puppet King shouted, his crew roaring with raised spirits, as their biggest shipmate rose from below the Puppets Ghost and stood three times the size of the sea Kraken. The two looked at each for just a single second before the bobs face was covered in pink frilly ribbons. Barney Fife smiled, and he received a warm feeling from Tsuren. ‘Why don’t you ever use my white string mag-’ “Shut up and watch the fun.” Barney interrupted his unwelcome guest as his attack, and best crew member around, Bob, simply wiped his face clear of the pink frilly ribbons, took a deep breath and blew hard at the Sea Kraken.

“That’s all this giant can do? Is blow hot air!?” Captain Jake said sarcasticlly as the crew laughed nervously and fell over dead, exploding like random colored paint balloons in the process. “WHAT IN THE NAME OF PAPPA JOHNS PIZZA BEARD IS GOING ON OUT THERE!?” he screamed in panic as he realized a little too late what had happened as Bob, being the puppet he was, split open and fired out a wall of compacted acupuncture needles and athames that drilled through the Krakens head and sprayed through his crew. “This is a lost battle isn’t it? Well, thankfully I have their souls in a jello mold so I can make better body for them. Oh yeah, and cleaver nether bás slam shaol.” the Captain whispered from the side of his mouth. Barney fife was laughing his head off, and then his head flew off his body, only connected to the black and white strings which connected it to his soul. “Well, this is interesting…” he said slowly before his head was sliced in half, then fourths, then eighths, then sixteenths, the strings snatching every single pieces as they reeled the pieces back into the head. “I’m not done with you yet, Puppet King.” Captain Jake said as he brought out a heart shaped jello mold. “In fact, I’ve got something better then ten fold cannons… And that’s… Cúig chun an chumhacht deichiú sé chun an chumhacht de dhá cheann déag chun an tríú cumhacht na naoi milliún shards de obsidian slicing through your boat.”

Barney Fife looked up and saw that Captain Jake Boiling waters, in all his grand delusions, had done the one thing the puppet king feared most. “Oh… My fucking…. God. He didn’t do what i thought he just-” Barney didn’t get to say the last word as huge slivers of obsidian began slicing through his first mate. Then more shards slammed through half his crew, then even more shards slammed took care of the rest, then a giant super tanker sized tentacle thrust the ship into the air as the infinite barrage of obsidian sliced through every conceivable opening, angle, direction, piece, sliver, dust speck, atom, and dimension of the puppets ghost, rendering it a rainfall of debris spare parts, and string.

The Captain turned his back as Barney Fifes left glass eye, shattered right behind him. “I can’t believe that you had this much trouble taking care of a simple slave… I’ll be in my quarters.”

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