“Oblivion awaits for those that dare attack the citadel!” a greasy deaf man said as he squeaked across the floor of a large wooden Donkey Kong country like church. “You can’t catch me!” he noted as Alex tried to get a grip on him through a few submission moves, but ultimately failed in a hugely inadvisable way. Just then, a beast with purple dongs for fingers picked him up, and slowly pulled his head off the preacher’s shoulders. much to the greasy deaf mans joy.

“The infidel is dead!” he warbled, “Long live the Dong Monsters of Dong Juan Alejand!”  the wooden citadel burst into flames as the greasy deaf man and the Dong monster feasted upon the preacher’s headless remains. The Fragments of Reality screamed in agony as each of their number was ripped away from their quest back to their leaders.

“I’m sorry, we’ve failed in our quest!” Pi sobbed with blood smattered on his hands, face, and chest. “They tore him apart! Cell by cell, Organ by organ! They literally slowly pulled his head off until Alex’s screaming stopped!” Nu continued on the horrific experience.

“It was like being in a meeting for deaf blind people, and showing them a slide show. The horror of it all!” Xi commented as she shook her head. Digamma couldn’t do anything but replay the memory in her head. “It is a shame that Alex had to die. We should consult the Elders for this kind of thing. Alex had already collected Sho and Heta’s groups. There was one last group he was to defeat… Stigma.”

There was a hushed silence as every one agreed. “That’s true… Stigma was the one group leader that could prevented Alex’s demise. Perhaps we should go back to Morgan and the group? I hear there was a new addition to the group recently, and maybe she could help us on our journey?” Chi asked Psi and Tau, concerned for the well being of the other Fragments. “We must make sure that what happened to the Skeletal Angels, does not happen to us!” Tau raged, standing tall as his ebony skin glared in the red moonlight. “There must be leadership! Over all objectives! Structure and organization! we must not go into this half assed like the preacher did!” he continued.

“Tau, we all know that Alex was a powerful warrior in the guise of a preacher. But don’t you think we should start by electing leaders to us?” Sho commented. There was a brief silence before the eldest of the Fragments, Omega, chimed in. “Alrighty, I’ve got it!” the others listened with baited breath as Pi, and others that had blood stains on there bodies cleaned them selves off. “Sho, Heta, Tsan and Stigma shall be the leaders of the four groups.”

Heta raised a hand to ask a question. “You mean like how we were before Alex was killed?” “Yes, exactly… but you and Tsan will have to share leadership for you group, thus making it three groups.” Omega finished. 

Psi, Chi, and Phi liked that idea. “Okay then, who will be in each group though?” Omega thought for a minute. “That does pose and interesting thought, well how about we go by number of letters in our names? Sho will have the ones that have two to three letters, Heta and Tsan will have four to five, and Stigma will get six to seven. That should even things out a bit!” he said will a smile.

Epsilon, who had remained mostly quiet during the meeting, spoke up at last. “So what you’re saying is that Sho would have under her command the following people… Mu, Nu, Xi, Pi, Rho, Tau, Phi, Chi, Psi, Eta and San? That would be eleven people.” the listed Fragments stood over by Sho while Epsilon continued. “That’s good, next we would have Heta and Tsan. Those two would have four to five, am I correct so far Omega?” he nodded quietly. “So that means that both would have Beta, Delta, Zeta, Iota, Alpha, Omega-” epsilon was interrupted by alpha. “No, Omega and myself would be the top dogs, given that in most of the Existence’s holy books, they say we are the beginning and end. So it would make a bit more sense.”

There was general murmur of agreement to some extent and Epsilon continued. “Right then, so those two would have Beta, Delta, Zeta, Iota, Theta, Kappa, Sigma, Qoppa and Sampi?” Epsilon finished and waited for the Fragments listed off to wait by Heta and Tsan before continuing. “And then Stigma would get myself, Lambda, Upsilon, Omicron, and Digamma?” Epsilon tried contemplating the logistics of it all. “In that case, we would all have to go to a different person in order to be used effectively. Well, I should think that Alpha and Omega return to Morgan, Sho go to their newest member, Heta and Tsan go to Nordafet and Antimo, and Stigma go to Resaec, as much as I hate to admit it… the former God of Terror still has some alliance towards the Lost Wolf.” Alpha and Omega whispered to each other before speaking their thoughts. “I think we would better utilized if Stigma formed himself a body instead of going to Resaec, there is a chance that the Golden Strands will try, if the current plan of action is put into place, to influence Resaec to use Stigma’s group for the over all destruction.”

Epsilon nodded, his mind going towards this new plan of action as more suitable. “Well thought out! This plan should help us combat the Chasm’s plans more so then if we had all been gathered in one place! Though our abilities still remain the same, Sho will been quick, Heta and Tsan will remain shock and awe, Stigma will be powerful and focused, Alpha and Omega will be ultimate beginning and end. Meeting adjurned, please go to your designated group leaders and prepare for transport to your new homes.” As everyone prepared themselves, a strange thought entered into Nu’s mind. “What if the Chasm revives the preacher? And he attacks Morgan’s group. We’ll have to fight him, won’t we?” the rest of the Fragments shared his sentiment.

“That’s true, but he’ll be just a puppet of the Chasm, much like how Barney Fife was a puppet for the Great Mouth.” Theta spoke up as she kissed Sampi goodbye. Back in the grave yard where Kim was attempting to punch Morgan in the head, she felt like something jammed itself into the side of her neck. She paused for a moment and felt around till she happened upon a blue and green shard of crystal. ‘Don’t worry about a thing Kim, my name’s Sho, and you’ll have me to aid you in fights against the Chasm. You’ll know the proper combos once conversion from crystalline to biological cells is complete.’ Kim was confused by the sudden and inexplicable surge of compassion for Morgan’s cause welling up inside of her.

‘I guess it’s alright. I don’t really have a choice in the matter do I?’ she asked Sho, who gave her a negative thought back. ‘Not in the slightest.’

Morgan felt something Jabbing itself into his left buttcheek and felt a rush of adrenal fluid enter his brain. “Damn it! WTF is it this time! Reason, check it out, I think we might have some repeat customers…” the Lost Wolf grumbled as Reason scanned his mind and reported back. “Alpha and Omega are back under your control. Do you want me to return them to their holding cells?”

Morgan thought hard and long on the question before answering. “Nah… let ‘em roam free for now. I already know what the plan of attack is. Besides, watching Kim freak out is reward enough.”

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“Oblivion awaits for those that dare attack the citadel!” a greasy deaf man said as he squeaked across the floor of a large wooden Donkey Kong country like church. “You can’t catch me!” he noted as Alex tried to get a grip on him through a few submission moves, but ultimately failed in a hugely …

“Oblivion awaits for those that dare attack the citadel!” a greasy deaf man said as he squeaked across the floor of a large wooden Donkey Kong country like church. “You can’t catch me!” he noted as Alex tried to get a grip on him through a few submission moves, but ultimately failed in a hugely inadvisable way. Just then, a beast with purple dongs for fingers picked him up, and slowly pulled his head off the preacher’s shoulders. much to the greasy deaf mans joy.

“The infidel is dead!” he warbled, “Long live the Dong Monsters of Dong Juan Alejand!”  the wooden citadel burst into flames as the greasy deaf man and the Dong monster feasted upon the preacher’s headless remains. The Fragments of Reality screamed in agony as each of their number was ripped away from their quest back to their leaders.

“I’m sorry, we’ve failed in our quest!” Pi sobbed with blood smattered on his hands, face, and chest. “They tore him apart! Cell by cell, Organ by organ! They literally slowly pulled his head off until Alex’s screaming stopped!” Nu continued on the horrific experience.

“It was like being in a meeting for deaf blind people, and showing them a slide show. The horror of it all!” Xi commented as she shook her head. Digamma couldn’t do anything but replay the memory in her head. “It is a shame that Alex had to die. We should consult the Elders for this kind of thing. Alex had already collected Sho and Heta’s groups. There was one last group he was to defeat… Stigma.”

There was a hushed silence as every one agreed. “That’s true… Stigma was the one group leader that could prevented Alex’s demise. Perhaps we should go back to Morgan and the group? I hear there was a new addition to the group recently, and maybe she could help us on our journey?” Chi asked Psi and Tau, concerned for the well being of the other Fragments. “We must make sure that what happened to the Skeletal Angels, does not happen to us!” Tau raged, standing tall as his ebony skin glared in the red moonlight. “There must be leadership! Over all objectives! Structure and organization! we must not go into this half assed like the preacher did!” he continued.

“Tau, we all know that Alex was a powerful warrior in the guise of a preacher. But don’t you think we should start by electing leaders to us?” Sho commented. There was a brief silence before the eldest of the Fragments, Omega, chimed in. “Alrighty, I’ve got it!” the others listened with baited breath as Pi, and others that had blood stains on there bodies cleaned them selves off. “Sho, Heta, Tsan and Stigma shall be the leaders of the four groups.”

Heta raised a hand to ask a question. “You mean like how we were before Alex was killed?” “Yes, exactly… but you and Tsan will have to share leadership for you group, thus making it three groups.” Omega finished. 

Psi, Chi, and Phi liked that idea. “Okay then, who will be in each group though?” Omega thought for a minute. “That does pose and interesting thought, well how about we go by number of letters in our names? Sho will have the ones that have two to three letters, Heta and Tsan will have four to five, and Stigma will get six to seven. That should even things out a bit!” he said will a smile.

Epsilon, who had remained mostly quiet during the meeting, spoke up at last. “So what you’re saying is that Sho would have under her command the following people… Mu, Nu, Xi, Pi, Rho, Tau, Phi, Chi, Psi, Eta and San? That would be eleven people.” the listed Fragments stood over by Sho while Epsilon continued. “That’s good, next we would have Heta and Tsan. Those two would have four to five, am I correct so far Omega?” he nodded quietly. “So that means that both would have Beta, Delta, Zeta, Iota, Alpha, Omega-” epsilon was interrupted by alpha. “No, Omega and myself would be the top dogs, given that in most of the Existence’s holy books, they say we are the beginning and end. So it would make a bit more sense.”

There was general murmur of agreement to some extent and Epsilon continued. “Right then, so those two would have Beta, Delta, Zeta, Iota, Theta, Kappa, Sigma, Qoppa and Sampi?” Epsilon finished and waited for the Fragments listed off to wait by Heta and Tsan before continuing. “And then Stigma would get myself, Lambda, Upsilon, Omicron, and Digamma?” Epsilon tried contemplating the logistics of it all. “In that case, we would all have to go to a different person in order to be used effectively. Well, I should think that Alpha and Omega return to Morgan, Sho go to their newest member, Heta and Tsan go to Nordafet and Antimo, and Stigma go to Resaec, as much as I hate to admit it… the former God of Terror still has some alliance towards the Lost Wolf.” Alpha and Omega whispered to each other before speaking their thoughts. “I think we would better utilized if Stigma formed himself a body instead of going to Resaec, there is a chance that the Golden Strands will try, if the current plan of action is put into place, to influence Resaec to use Stigma’s group for the over all destruction.”

Epsilon nodded, his mind going towards this new plan of action as more suitable. “Well thought out! This plan should help us combat the Chasm’s plans more so then if we had all been gathered in one place! Though our abilities still remain the same, Sho will been quick, Heta and Tsan will remain shock and awe, Stigma will be powerful and focused, Alpha and Omega will be ultimate beginning and end. Meeting adjurned, please go to your designated group leaders and prepare for transport to your new homes.” As everyone prepared themselves, a strange thought entered into Nu’s mind. “What if the Chasm revives the preacher? And he attacks Morgan’s group. We’ll have to fight him, won’t we?” the rest of the Fragments shared his sentiment.

“That’s true, but he’ll be just a puppet of the Chasm, much like how Barney Fife was a puppet for the Great Mouth.” Theta spoke up as she kissed Sampi goodbye. Back in the grave yard where Kim was attempting to punch Morgan in the head, she felt like something jammed itself into the side of her neck. She paused for a moment and felt around till she happened upon a blue and green shard of crystal. ‘Don’t worry about a thing Kim, my name’s Sho, and you’ll have me to aid you in fights against the Chasm. You’ll know the proper combos once conversion from crystalline to biological cells is complete.’ Kim was confused by the sudden and inexplicable surge of compassion for Morgan’s cause welling up inside of her.

‘I guess it’s alright. I don’t really have a choice in the matter do I?’ she asked Sho, who gave her a negative thought back. ‘Not in the slightest.’

Morgan felt something Jabbing itself into his left buttcheek and felt a rush of adrenal fluid enter his brain. “Damn it! WTF is it this time! Reason, check it out, I think we might have some repeat customers…” the Lost Wolf grumbled as Reason scanned his mind and reported back. “Alpha and Omega are back under your control. Do you want me to return them to their holding cells?”

Morgan thought hard and long on the question before answering. “Nah… let ‘em roam free for now. I already know what the plan of attack is. Besides, watching Kim freak out is reward enough.”

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“Oblivion awaits for those that dare attack the citadel!” a greasy deaf man said as he squeaked across the floor of a large wooden Donkey Kong country like church. “You can’t catch me!” he noted as Alex tried to get a grip on him through a few submission moves, but ultimately failed in a hugely …

Alex De Spirito, charged with the gathering of the Fragments of reality, had just made the first actual mistake. He had spoken out of turn when Sho was speaking, causing gasps of excitement from the other Fragments around her.

“Why have you come here Human!? Do you not know of the danger you pose to us, just simply by standing in that spot!?” she yelled as Rho smiled, revealing the sharp diamonds in her teeth.

 ”It seems that one of our number wishes to challenge this… intruder to the death, for the right to gather our number!” Alex slapped his forehead, not really wanting to fight.  ”Are you sure it’s because I’m standing in this spot? Couldn’t there have been some other spot in which you get angry at people for standing in?” he asked somberly as Rho, a large stony female with six arms and the Devil’s nuts as her weapon.

“Really!? Oh come on!” the Human groaned as Rho walked towards the Preacher with a glaring smile in her left eye. ‘Simply do as you did when Pi was testing you Alex, and everything should be okay.’  Nu said aloud in the circular room, watching with the others as Alex and Rho stood face to little toe.

‘He’s gonna be in a lot of pain… isn’t he?’ Alpha asked with a slight look of bemusement, Omega on the other hand, didn’t like the look of things at all. ‘If I recall correctly, Rho won over ten battles with just one of the Devil’s nuts. One! Alex better think of some interesting combinations, or Rho’s gonna beat the living fuck out of him.’ she said with a little bit of edginess in her voice.

“Nu, Xi, Mu, Pi!”  Alex said as Rho jumped into the air as the battlefield became the inside of a large, brightly lit, red, rubber Voit ball. Icicles shot from Alex’s eyes and shattered against the stony body of Rho.  ”RHO, RHO, RHO!” the Fragment roared as three of her six arms broke off and grew into three different versions of their creator.

“Meet Roh, Hor, and Ohr!” the Fragment lauded as the Devil’s left nut began to grow a wildly bright yellow. Rho simply punched this as hard as she could, and somewhere in the universe, the Devil wept tears of shame while holding his still bleeding crotch. “Attack!” the Fragment commanded as the copies surrounded alex. “Alpha, Pi, Xi!” the Preacher roared as tens of thousands of tiny clay spiders shot out of his finger tips and climbed all over Roh.

“Oh shi-” the Copy didn’t even have time to say the second word, as the weight of the tiny clay spiders increased dramatically and crushed her into a singularity, then exploded outwards, sending bits and chunks of stony body parts flying into the soft, rubbery surface of the Voit ball, where they rocketed into a single point of Orh’s face, gradually chipping through the back of her skull. “Wow… that was interesting.” Alex said as he began to smile.

The only Copy left was Hor, and Alex knew just how to end her existence. “Omega, Nu, Pi!” the Preacher whispered as several huge drills ensnared Hor at vital spots on her body. “HAVE MERCY! PLEASE!” she shouted as the slow whine of the drills groaned into roaring thunderclouds of death.

“Mercy? Then Rho should’ve never ordered you to attack me.” Alex said as he turned his back to her and threw out his hands for effect, then clenched it into a fist. The drills pummeled their way through Hor’s body as she screamed till yellow blood shot out of her mouth. The drills impaled themselves through her throat, heart, legs, right arms, and down her spine. Her screaming was replaced by a cold and lifeless gurgle. “What else have you to throw at me?” Alex said with little regard for the consequences.

‘That was most impressive!’ Omega said cheerfully, and then Rho attacked. ‘Nevermind…’ Alpha said happily, not know what surprises Alex might churn out.

“Alpha, Nu! Alpha, Xi! Alpha, Pi! Alpha, Mu!” the Human said as he bent over backwards, hand sprung into the air, and rebounded off the wall and shot straight passed Rho’s out reaching three arms. Rho turned around, only to find four monkeys on typewriters. “Huh?” Rho was confused until she bent down to look at the typewriters.

They each had ten miniguns. This made Rho very nervous. Alex once again, clenched his fist and the omnidirectional, omnidimensional, and really bright spray of drill like bullets pounded through Rho’s tough rock like skin. The monkeys finished writing and walked away from their typewriters. Rho’s covering fell off gradually, but her anger only served to make the Devil’s right nut excited. She simply punched it and felt the power surge through her. “Not done with me yet?” Alex said quietly. “Do you realize what’s at stake? Is this what you really want me to do? Waste time fighting, while the Golden Strands eat away at Existence slowly!? FINE THEN! TAKE THIS IN MY STEAD! ALPHA, OMEGA, NU, XI, MU, PI!” Alex roared as he simply socked Rho in the face repeatedly while lightning struck the place his fists landed.

Ten yotta volts, the force of ten billion suns exploding, and Alexs fury pounded Rho’s head deeper and deeper into the crater that was slowly forming beneath each and every blow. Sho jumped in to stop Alex’s next blow, but ended up on the business side of a lightning strike that slammed her entire nervous system to the bottom of her feet.  ”AAAAAGH!” the Leader of the Duotri screamed as her body simply fell to pieces while alex continued to assault a slowly fading Rho. ‘Stop! your killing her!’ Pi shouted as he slammed his fist into the table, giving Alex a moment of numbness that shot through his body. The Preacher kept punching Rho’s face in like ten battering rams crashing through a wet piece of toilet paper.

Sho struggled to get her bodies limbs in working order while the rest of the Duotri tried saving their comrades life. “Enough Alex… it’s time to stop this.” a voice called out from the distance. The sound and dissonance scrambled through the Preacher’s mind like a tornado of Ginsu blades, severing all connection to continue this attack. The last of the lightning bolts struck Rho in the throat, carving a large chunk the went straight through, as Alex began to regain composure of himself.

Morgan, Aneeh, and Antimo stared at each other, then to the Families they had been traveling with, then to the giant foot of the Colossus of Darkness. One thought entered their minds before the foot slammed down like a meteor storm.  ”Kuso jijī hōmu kōgeki fuchō!” Morgan shouted in a bored tone of voice.

 A nearby retirement home for ailing Masters of Gravely Forbidden Exploding and Killing Techniques, which had been in the red for sometime was ripped from the ground and flew into the bottom of the Colossus’s foot, causing every Master in the building with Dementia, Alzheimer’s Disease, and Amnesia to slam into the nearest person, and detonated the building’s gas main. The explosion tore the Planetoids foot off, which was sent flying into a school for blind, deaf, and mute construction workers, who were being taught how to disarm a bomb with their fists. Antimo laughed at the proceeding explosion, like a child laughing at the fallen ego’s of the people inside the Mickey Mouse costume’s at Disney Land. Except for the fact that pieces of deaf, blind, and mute construction workers were piling on top of Antimo. Morgan laughed as both the pile and Antimo were stepped on by a roving foot of another Colossus of Darkness.

The two Planetoids began slow dancing all over Antimo’s broken and still laughing body.

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Alex De Spirito, charged with the gathering of the Fragments of reality, had just made the first actual mistake. He had spoken out of turn when Sho was speaking, causing gasps of excitement from the other Fragments around her. “Why have you come here Human!? Do you not know of the danger you po …

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Kim Lecest, one of the three keepers of time and space, sat in contemplation over what seemed to her, a giant board game. Her blue eyes looked over the card board cut outs of each of the characters, analyzed the situation and made her move. She couldnt touch anything of course, she cold only influence events to her wishes. This was the unfortunate drawback of being a Keeper of Time. Though she knew perfectly well the details of how she became one of the three to begin with. “We only needed someone to keep Charmines chair warm till she returned from oblivion.” the grey orb with the purple clown wig stated calmly. “Now will you fucking pass go already? We have events to keep in tact… And I dont want everything to end because you are taking your candy assed time, moving that fucking boot two spaces!” the orb said angrily as the hundreds of holographic screens showed various views of the war between the Chasm and the Door.

 The fact that Kim had joined the three was reason enough for the Door to begin moving against the Chasm. “Tell me something Charly. Why cant we interfere with anything, but only influence them?” charly, the grey orb with the purple clown wig seemed deep in thought over something most particular. “Kim Lecest, your needed down there right now. I will certainly tell you the reason, why indeed, when you have returned. Oh and while your out, can you pick up some celery? Its poker night tonight and Sermone makes this really good celery dip.” Kim nodded calmly. “Yeah, I’ll pick up your celery for you.” she said, unconvinced that the orb knew what he was actually talking about.

 The war between the Door, the Chasm, and the Colossus of Darkness had reached its boiling point. Quite literally. There was a small layer of water about two inches high, that just started bubbling. And the colossus had the nerve to start chopping some carrots, celery, lettuce, tomatoes, and fuzzy bunny slippers. Simply for the plain fact that the colossus loves fuzzy bunny slippers in his eradication soup. “Are we still in the Dream Dimension? Or has it really been destroyed?” Morgan said as he took notice of the random events that seemed to be popping up every now and then. “Well I wouldnt be surprised at any of this.” Nordafet replied with a bit of non chalance. “After all, both the Door and the Chasm has beings in their army from all three dimensions. And the Golden Strands are rife with their energies.” the deom was simply standing there, proud as can be, as japanese maids brushed him off with their brooms like in curling. “I shit you not, this is every mans dream.” he smiled as Morgan simply punched a nonobot in the face.

 Exafanisi had been beaten down, her arms ripped out of their sockets as Sho took three sledge hammers and pounded her into the ground. But the Golden Strands that held up Exafanisis body would have none of it. “OH HO! So you simply reform after that eggshell body of yours shatters?” the fragment taunted as Exafanisis left arm became a laser battery with ten turrets. “Temachismó aktínes tou fo̱tós!” she said as a ball of black energy swirled into being. “Well, this shouldnt be too painful, but since were laying at that game, I think I should join in the fun as well! élki̱thro kataigída sfyrí!” Sho said as she sprouted ten extra long arms, the wrists nothing more then well oiled ball bearings inside sockets. The hands themselves ending with ten hammers, each weighing around two tons. “You know, this could either end really badly, or really great! Wnat to exchange Facebooks afterwards?” Sho said as the plant woman released her black energies and they seemingly smashed into Sho’s body with little remorse. “I only use… Google Wave.” the ball of energy increased its mass tenfold as Exafanisi spoke the words.

 Captain Jake Boiling Waters observed a strange vessel aproaching his portside, it seemed as though the Golden Strands slammed a wave into the hull of the Deadman. “ALRIGHT YOU RASCALLY SEA DOGS, PREPARE TO RELEASE OUR NEW KRAKEN! THE OLD ONE GAVE US TWO WEEKS NOTICE, BUT STILL! THIS ONES GOT SPUNK TO IT! Grote zee kraken versie twee!” Captain Jake bellowed out as a mostrous entity with six hundred spindly, razor edged, glow in the dark testicles flailing about floating just meters off the surface of the dakr grey waters. “Uh… Captain… Some of the guys were talking about the krakens replacement, and we were wondering who it was. You know, what are his standards?” his First Mate asked curiously. Captain Jake simply pointed at the six hundred razor sharp, glow in the dark testicles that seemed to be destroying the Golden Strands approach to the Deadman. “It has lots of dangerous balls First Mate. And right now, it’s throwing those dangerous balls at the Golden Strands. And that is a job NO man should have to suffer through.” the Captain said proudly as he wept a tear. The First Mate seemed confused at the Krakens actions. “But who would be daft enough to do that?” “Bill O’keefly from accounting. He just applied for the job, because let’s face it, only Bill is ugly enough, mutated enough, and egotistical enough to throw his man hood into anything that resembles the blender of Hell. And that’s why he got the job. Look just return to your post already.” Captain Jake Boiling Waters order his First Mate.

 In Fretuni’s dimensions of the mind, which was simply put, a maze of huge mirrors, smoke, and green lasers shooting every which direction, he watched the Golden Strands slip through his dimension and simply devour the poor guardian right where he stood. And then he exploded right where he stood as more and more clones of the illusion Guardian simply appeared. The Golden Strands, in a swarm like bruised ego fashion, attacked everything in sight like it had instantly won the Oscars. The Fretuni clones detonated with the force of twelve Hiroshima’s each. The shock waves, decimating the millions of lightyears of Golden Strands that invaded his deimension. “I’m sorry, but as Gandalf once said, YOU SHALL NOT PASS match class.” one clone said as a spear of the Golden Strands shot through him, the clone next to him, an avid and fiercely defensive nerd, and uber fanboy of the lord of the rings, started to say something, until he too was put in his place by the ultimate uber nerd. The Chasm of Non-existence. “YOU SHALL NOT LIVE TO SEE ME PASS!” it screamed through the golden mass.

In the Council of Tens chambers, Technarl saw with his own two eyes as both Captain Jake and Fretunis seats simply vanished, along with Gothemos, and Clocks, leaving only Technarl, Muden, and the last Guardian who had been recently put into a regenerative chamber to recover from his wounds. “Are you still having trouble?” Kim said as her hands danced along Technarls dented sides. “Yeah, we are, we just lost four of our number, along with Asteroth and Segroth, the Box, that only leaves us with three guardians left! DAMN IT! HOW COULD THNGS HAVE GOTTEN THIS BAD!?” Technarl shouted as he punched a hole in the wall. “Oh no… No… This isnt happening! Kim get out of-” Technarl was interrupted as the Golden Strands slammed into him through the hole in the wall he made with his fist. The guardian of technology was engulfed in the Golden Strands as they invaded every crevice in his body, spikes ramming through at random places. As joints were shattered, gears were stripped and wires ripped from their places, Kim only caught a glance of the Guardians demise, but she knew that her job had been done as a Keeper of Time. “Now I just need to pick up that celery. Fucking poker night.” the woman in the red dress said as she simply faded from the guardians building.

 The Creature had been punching Morgan in the face for some time now, not even realizing that the form of Morgan slowly wobbled with each hit that landed on him. “You just about done here? Because the Morgan you want is way over there, waving to you. See?” the Creature ripped the fake Morgans head from his shoulder and finally noticed that he was right. Morgan was just standing there, waving as though he was bored as he was talking to Nordafet. “Well, this hsould be fun. Time for me to do my thing… Again.” the Human said as he changed into his lost wolf form and charged straight at the Creature. “Hinekure ta kangae no furui otoko no onara no arashi! Hamu wo, ha ni makikoma reru no bitto to rāmen no hakai kappu!” Morgan screamed as giant fists of toxic and noxious gas slammed into the Creatures face first. The Creature, with his eyes spurting oil like a badly done porno, clenched his face. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!? IT’S LIKE SOMEONE SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE WITH A DIRTY DIAPER!” he screamed as the black liquid with silver cracks that made up his body turned brown. “Oh no you just FUCKING did not!” Morgan couldnt help but laugh. “THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!” the Human cackled as the Creature simply held out his hand. “Morti artiglio, trio suprema del tornado distruttivi!” the Creature spoke in soft tones as Morgans own attack was used against him. “You fucking pri-” it was too late for Morgan as three tornadoes slammed him to him full force as the Creature continued his assualt.

 “foresta di fulmini, pioggia di ghiaccio, tuono di magma, ass jack con un bovino prod!” the Creature raged as Morgan as slammed with fourteen petawatts of lightning, a blackhole of magma, and and several thousand instances of slick slabs of ice slamming into his neck, legs, and groin. “You see Morgan, I can live with you interfering in my affairs!” the Creature shouted hysterically. “In fact, I was much better off just being the Beast!” the Creature said as his mechanical bones started growing with within the black and silver liquid. But, no more… I was weak as the Beast, and still weak as the Creature. I will become something even more fantastic!” the mechanical being grew from within the liquid violently as the Creatures laughs became more like Morgans every moment. “WHAT IS IT NOW FRIEND! DO YOU NOT ENJOY THE ASPECT OF MY TRANSFORMING, TRANSMOGRIFYING, EVOLVING BEYOND EVEN YOUR CONCEPT OF CHANGE!?” the Creature spoke as hands ripped through his mouth that were similar to Morgans, but covered with cracks that pulsated with red light, the hands formed amrs that connected to shoulders, that sprouted a torso, that punched out a waist which connected to legs that fastened themselves to fett which anchored themselves to toes. “My evolution is complete Morgan. I am no longer the Creature, nor am I the colossus of darknessColossus of Darkness. Nor am I just some part of some idiots armor.” the thing in front of Morgan spoke.

 “I… Am now the leader of the nonobots, the being born of rage, fueled by hatred, unleashed upon thel ight of the world!” it said as Morgan grabbed a bag of popcorn, some 3D glasses, and sat in a movie theatre style seat to watch its lame performance. “I AM ANTIMO!” it shouted as thunder and lightning erupted from the gorund around Antimo. “Thats it? Antimo? You couldnt think of anything more original than that piece of crap name?” the Human questioned eagerly. “Good god! At least try to come up with something with some weight to it. Antimo… Fucking hell… I cant believe I wasted twelve bucks on this. YOU OWE ME TWELVE BUCK!” Morgan shouted as he pointed at Antimo.

 

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