“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 …

Glenn Beck, dressed in floating demonic armor, with a battle ax made of frozen jello in one hand and a shield that was made out of Oprah’s hair in the other, shouted Aneeh’s name before exploding into a fireball of self loathing that only the Chasm could dream of.

 ”Wow… simply… wow.” she said calmly as her brother ismply shrugged and shot eric massa in the head with a cross bow.

“So, my dearest little sister, I think it’s time we had a talk about what Joshua did to our family that was so horrific, don’t you?” Joseph said with a calm voice, giving no impression that he would attack his sister.  ”You don’t get it do you!?” Aneeh screamed out loud, “YOU JUST DON’T GET IT! JOSHUA WAS PLANNING TO KILL OUR GRANDFATHER!” Joseph remained calm and collected as the scene played out exactly as Joshua had told him it would.

“Listen… Aneeh. I have something to tell you, something you may not want to hear, but I’m going to tell it to you anyways.” the Arhem man requested quietly. “Joshua, my dearest baby brother, found something out about Grandpa Arhem, something that caused him great grief.” Joseph began in a happy tone of voice. He watched as Aneeh tried to still her beating heart, so full of rage and anger towards her own sibling that it had blinded her to the truth. “He found out that Grandpa Arhem had figured out the locations of the Flesh Bound Book, the Broken Blade, and the Stolen Soul. He had found those three items, and was about to use them to kill you off!” her brother continued, ignoring Morgan’s slowly regenerating body. “Don’t you see Aneeh? Grandpa Arhem found out about your secret, the one all three of us swore to protect with our lives! He knew that the Book, the Blade, and the Soul were the only ture means of ending our lives, so Joshua explained that he was going to stop the Arhem Family Head’s plan, to nix the youngest generation!” Joseph watched with a tear in his eyes as Aneeh simply fell to her knees in the middle of space, which by now had changed into a jumpy house filled with little plastic balls.

“But that can’t be!” she screeched, “No… I refuse to believe it! Parivāra kē khūna kī rēkhā kē viśvāsaghātī, śāpa maiṁ tumhēṁ maranē kē li’ē!” she pointed a finger at her brother, who simply stood there. “Why won’t you believe me Aneeh!? Is it that hard to accept the truth that Joshua was trying to protect you!? Why are you so stubborn that you would kill your own brother, and now your trying to kill me off as well!? God damn it! I’m trying to keep the last specks of the Arhem family together!” Joseph yelled out while he started to tremble. “Yes, we are working for the Chasm, yes, I agree that Joshua could’ve done things different, he could’ve just destroyed the Book, melted the Blade, and freed the Soul. But he knew, Aneeh. He knew that our Grandfather would never allow such a secret to be kept with our lives! That’s why he chose to be shunned, as long as you remained safe!” Aneeh looked furious at first, then she lowered her finger. A thought he started to grow in her mind, a thought that maybe what Joshua did wasnt so bad after all, and that Joseph was telling the truth.

 She couldn’t let her anger at the incident go, no matter what truths were revealed. Or it was more like her anger would never let Aneeh go.  ”I will kill you Joseph, I will defeat the Chasm’s plans with Morgan and we will be victorious. I’m sorry that our trio could not live to see this day, but there has been too much blood shed, and no matter how many times I wash my hands of it, there will always be that stain and smell that disgusts me to no end on them!” Aneeh said in a quivering voice. “This is my final decision, and when I kill you-”

“If it means that much to you, for me to die as well, so that what ever’s eating away at you, will be even the least bit satisfied, then I will do the deed myself.” Joseph interrupted. The ruins that the Chasm had placed in his body started to glow as cracks spread out from his body.

 ”I love you Aneeh, don’t ever forget that. And find yourself a man, so that the next generation of Arhems can become reality. Protect out bloodli-” Joseph stopped suddenly as flames erupted from the cracks like lightning, shattering the Arhem man into an untold number of peices. “Parivāra kē khūna kī rēkhā kē viśvāsaghātī, śāpa maiṁ tumhēṁ maranē kē li’ē…” Aneeh repeated sadly, as the wall in her mind that blocked off the memories of their childhood melted away. She could only stand there in thought, her eyes half closed as a freshly regenerated hand rested on her shoulder.

“I’m sorry for your loss. We have work to do, and God only knows how far away Antimo is by this point.” Morgan said with a bit of sadness to his voice. He started to walk into the distance, occasionally giving into the urge of bouncing a few times with a gleefull expresion on his face.  ’No… you will never know the depths that our roots  are interconnected Morgan, you will never know.’ the Arhem woman thought coarsely as a new voice entered her mind.

‘Oh yes he will. You’ve forgotten already, but he lost his Wife to the Golden Strands, and even though he’s still strong on the outside, he’s constantly taking a beating deep down.’ Credion sighed as she stepped out of Aneeh’s body. The war had taken a strange and unexpected turn, as the Door and the Chasm became corporate CEOs and had arrange a Pool Noodle fight to encourage intercompany relations. Although only they knew the truth. For the first time, both leaders of the armies that were fighting against each other, took on Human forms.

The Door of Existence, took on the form of a Black woman with shoulder length hair, a medium sized chest, average looks, and had two blazingly bright blue eyes. She was dressed in a business casual suit, dark grey pumps, and had a briefcase that occasionally released sparks into the air that created more of the Granite Statues. The Chasm however, created the hollow shell of a White woman, dark blonde hair that was tied off into a ponytail that reached the small of her back, with ravaging rouge colored eyes that had snake like slits for pupils. She was dressed in a dark black robe with a white hood that hung loosely over one shoulder. And not much else. The robe was tied off.

 As both women stepped out of their respective holes, they gave each other snarling looks of the deepest contempt. “Well, I suppose we should give our armies their respective colored Pool Noodles to beat each other up with?” the Door said as she adjusted her right breast which had decided to take a road trip across her body. Half way through its trip, it ran out of gas and pulled into a nearby station. In the middle of filling its tank up, it decided to return to the bra cup that it missed so much. The Chasm laughed like a crack head on spring break with two eightballs laid out before it. “Yes we should, and perhaps we should give each’s names. By the way? You look like you’ve dressed to be a stripper.”

The Door simply ignored these remarks. “You know as well as I do that our true bodies remain in their steadfast postions. Try to remember that one fact at least. My name shall be…” the Door thought to herself as her vagina shot out a galaxy size beam of light, turning the midget who was underneath it into a pile of ash. “Ah, the felt good! My name shall be tina, Tina Door.” tina said with a pleasant smile. The chasm simply coughed as her vagina shot out a roaring red beam of molten blood. “Fuck it, my name’s Chrissy, Chrissy Chasm.”

“Suits you well,” Tina smiled as smoke flowed out of her vagina, causing a passing family to gawk and stare. “Extreme PMS.” Tina said calmly. “Anyways my side shall have blue Pool Noodles, and your side shall have red Pool Noodles. Agreed?” in respone, Chrissy gave Tina the finger and punched her in the stomach. “Yeah. What about us? Are we just going to fight it out to the death, or will we let our armies just kill each other for eternity?” Chrissy said with a bit of a cynical tone to her voice. Tina thought quietly for a while as yet another Midget was victim to her vagibeam.

“Nope, our chosen warriors will represent us in the End Game. Besides, if we get bored, we’ll just change things around.” the Door said with out much thought. Alex, Omega, and Alpha had reached the inner most depths of the Cutting Dimension, and had managed to collect three of the twelve Fragments named Mu, Nu, and Xi, who were  under Sho’s command, when they reached a snag in their journey. The Fragments themselves had made an enemy out of the fourth and final member of the dual lettered Fragments, Pi.

‘This happened,’ Xi explained, ‘When Mu ate Pi’s birthday cake by accident, right in front of Pi herself. The whole thing. Even Nu didn’t get a peice.’ Alex wondered if the shorter the names of the fragments, the less rational they became had anything to do with it. Alpha rejected that idea when he revealed that all Fragments were of equal intelligence. ‘It’s just that Pi really likes birthday cake.’ he said inside of Alex’s mind, which was a lot roomier then Morgan’s.

“By the way,” the Preacher asked cautiously, “I have been wondering this for a while, but have they encountered Morgan as well?” Alex wondered with a bit of bewilderment in his voice. Omega answered before the three had a chance for themselves. “Yes… in fact, that’s how Morgan managed to snag us up before Alpha and I were exiled to our little prison. They would’ve just destroyed us, and then rebuilt new Fragments out of our bodies, but that’s just how the Leaders are I guess.” she hummed while Mu simply shoved another peice of birthday cake in her mouth.

Alex noticed that Mu, Nu, and Xi looked like children in appearance, while Alpha and Omega looked middle aged. He wasn’t sure if something happened once they got promoted, or if that’s just the way the Fragment’s caste system worked. But it did have some potential for research. They walked along the Cutting Dimension’s edges, noting the differences between the forest of spinning razors  to their left, the ocean of peoples faces being slapped by whale sized fish to their right, the sky of jellyfish with spiked collars above them, and the sand made out of peoples noses under their feet.   “Wow… this place is a strange and wonderful… Whatever is it.” Alex seemed to say before noticing a person that looked exactly like him, only dressed in opposite color scheme.

“Are you a fellow Minister, tasked with the mission of spreading the word of God around?” Alex asked happily as he raised a hand to give, what he thought was a fellow believer, a hand shake. “No, I was tasked with peeling your skin off, setting fire to your entrails, and then ramming my fist through your still quivering heart. But I’ll shake your hand anyways, it’s nice to have someone that welcomes their own death in this place. It’s a rare commodity.” the person said in frozen tones.

Alex felt a dark power surge through him, like a shard of metal so cold, that it thoroughly chilled him to the bone. “Might I know the name of my attempted slayer?” the Preacher asked, still maintaining a friendly smile, even through the Fragments inside of him were shouting wanrings at the top of their lungs. “Oh… sure! My name is Xela, and… well, I’m going to kill you, to put it bluntly. Oh yeah, I like your watch! Hekuri ndezur Hell’s gomave!” Xela said calmly, still holding on to Alex’s hand, while a flaming tire iron made of Demon bones smashed him in the temple, sending him reeling to the ground.

“Fight back you idiot!” Xi yelled out to Alex. “Call out our names in any order you wish, and then we shall do our stuff!” Alpha said calmly, as Alex struggled to get to his feet.

“Um… Xi, Mu, Nu, Omega!” a diamond studded boxing glove sprang out of a little door on the ground and sent Xela rocketing into the air, occasionally getting zapped by the jellyfish or stabbed by their spiked collars. “So you have the Fragments of Reality!? Fine! I’ll fight back with the Fragments of Discord! Agemo, Un, Um, Ix!” Xela called out as rockets burst from the folds of his clothes and slammed into the ground around Alex. The explosions sent him flying, but the Preacher still remained as focused as ever.

“Alpha, Mu, Xi, Omega!” the Preacher called out and Zombies were shot out of a giant supersoaker. “Oh come on! I hate Zombies! Are they wearing packs of plastic explosives? Oh shi-” the Zombies grabbed onto Xela whereever their rotting hands could, exploding with the slightest bit of contact.

Xela was slammed into an outcrop of rocks that looked more like the blades of a blender than rocks. “Agemo, Ahpla, Um, Ix!” the Negapreacher shouted with glee as a giant cannon ripped through the crotch of his pants, and gathered energy into a tiny black orb. “Think you can survive this Alex? DIE!”

 

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Glenn Beck, dressed in floating demonic armor, with a battle ax made of frozen jello in one hand and a shield that was made out of Oprah’s hair in the other, shouted Aneeh’s name before exploding into a fireball of self loathing that only the Chasm could dream of. “Wow… simply… wow.” she sa …