“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 …

Antimo was in a death struggle with Mailcat as it had become known in this strange new Dimesnion.

“What’s wrong? CAT got your tounge!?” it hissed as it smacked the clear liquid like Pug in the face with two sledge hammers, sending the small animal flying into the air, coincidentally knocking a nineteen fifties family out of the air as they were sitting down to enjoy a thanksgiving feast, made out of the man’s Mother-in-law and cheesey poofs.

“YOU’LL PAY FOR THAT! DOG FARTING POWER!” Antimo roared as he struggled to regain the shape of his true form. But it was no use, he was stuck in this dog form until a greater threat arrived. Mailcat gained twenty five experience points for defeating Antimo the Pug and evolved into Fedora Cat,  the ultimate form of Mailcat with the exception that it wore a fedora instead of a Mailman uniform.”With this! I can rule this Dimension in no  tim-“

“Acid web strike!” a friendly voice called out as a ball of smoking green webbing five times the size of Fedora Cat, exploded as soon as the ball had engulfed him.”Green Spiderman is on the job!”
“Red Spiderman is burning up with the blaing passion of youth!”
“Blue Spiderman is fucking depressed and is going to seek therapy for his various insecurities about running around in tights with two other guys!” the three voices rang out in unison.

“Oh crap, not these guys again.” the Pug ruffed annoyed that the three worst enemies he’d ever face were landing right in front of him.They were the Spiderman Brothers, each bitten with an elementally radiated spider in a high school musical, they have spent their lives annoying the crap out of the general populace for the last two minutes. And they also wore Red, Green and Blue Spiderman costumes, because they figured why not go with flare into battle.

 ”My passion is burning!” Red Spiderman said as his fists caught on fire with no effect to him what so ever.”I’ll melt your heart, and the rest of you while I’m at it at the same time!” Green Spiderman retorted, his webbing forming a beating heart.

“I’m going to go hang myself.” Blue Spiderman said with a bit of anger in his voice. “No one understands me!”Antimo was pissed off by this point and ripped their heads off with his hidden four hundred yotta power lever kamehamehack burning fury. “I hate Emo Spiderman!” the Pug retaliated. But just as the blast was about to connect, a black suited Spiderman flicked the blast away with his finger.

“I’m Emo Spiderman, I sing songs while crying and occasionally cut myself with my own webbing, to make sure that I’m part of a culturally dead society of costume wearing Midgets. And you’re going to pay for almost not tearing their heads off.” Emo Spiderman said as he bobbed his head to the music of what he thought was heavy metal, but it turned out to be a Kids Bop CD of Justin Timberlake’s songs. Which pretty much had the same effect.”Wow… so this is my Hell huh? INFINITE FACEBOOK SUPERPOKE WITH A GLASS OF RED WINE!” Antimo called out, but then instantly regretted it, after he mysteriously became aware that he had to poop.

“That is the power of Emo Spiderman! I make people want to poop!” Emo Spiderman shouted slightly depressed and tossing his hair out of his face. Red, Green and Blue Spiderman saw this as a threat to their masculine side and decided to combine their super robots to form White Spiderman.”Have no need to fear, an Underdog copyright infringement is here!” White Spiderman said as Emo Spiderman locked on to his target and blinked.

While Antimo the Pug was busy trying to poop out a battleship attack, White and Emo Spiderman were locked in a death struggle of epic Scrabble like proportions. ”D,O,G triple letter score!” White Spiderman said as he plastered the face of Emo Spiderman with what was hopefully webbing and not some other substance. Emo Spiderman opened his ribcage as energy gathered into his black, withered, evil, and beating heart, and unleashed a CMT awards show so devastating, that not even Antimo had the manners to pinch off his attack as Garth Brooks presented best porno in a country music video about old people and cart lifting.

The result was devastating, as Garth Brooks was on stage covered in shit, Emo Spiderman had a thick layer of definitely not white webbing all over his body, and White Spiderman reverted back into Red, Green and Blue Spidermen, only to find out that after a substantial time, Blue Spiderman had hung himself, slit his wrists, and wrote a note declaring he was gay and could not live in such a destructive environment, that and hated hated Emo people while secretly being Emo Spiderman to begin with.”Wow…. um… who are you then?” Red Spiderman said as the Pug yipped, growled, barked, and struggled to push a two ton anchor out of his sphincter. Needless to say, it was a complete and utter failure, as he now struggled to get around while a two hundred megaton Warship was connected to his ass.

He felt fucking macho about this. Meanwhile, Emo Spiderman turned out to be the real Blue Spiderman, and proved to his brother thus by saying”The tidal wave of my strength shall wash the Evil’s out of any harbor I come into port with!” this confused Red Spiderman and his promptly set his blue brother on fire.

“Burning web strike: Crotch shot of death!” Red Spiderman cried out as Napalm like webbing covered his brother. Who also happened to be a Tibetan Monk being chased by the Chinese Google Police.’Fuck this…” Antimo the pug thought to himself as the warship, still being connected to his ass via two ton anchor, fired off an Apoopalyptic hail of fire that burned the very countryside manner for rich old white people with stuffy families. This happened to be the very continent Antimo had landed on, and he soon heard from the surviving families Lawyers for endangering the wildlife with live ammunition, when the legal limit was only a nuclear holocaust of Pidgeon crap.

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Antimo was in a death struggle with Mailcat as it had become known in this strange new Dimesnion.”What’s wrong? CAT got your tounge!?” it hissed as it smacked the clear liquid like Pug in the face with two sledge hammers, sending the small animal flying into the air, coincidentally knocking a ninete …

Morgan woke up with a start, he wet nose gleaming in the morning sun.

 ”Okay, that was interesting. Was that all a dream or- oh… still a wolf. Damn.” Morgan realized his problem. His former Brindle Boxer Samson, who had passed away in the Waking Dimension four days prior to he coincidental meet up in Sarah’s dream almost five hundred years ago, Dream Dimension time, had reunited with him. He was still getting used to the bright green grass, the blazing blue sky with puffy white clouds, the crystal clear ocean that surrounded the island they were on, and the simple fact that dogs knew how to speak English and wore clothes. He scratched himself behind his long, fine ruby fur covered ears and let his tongue hang out of his mouth as he looked around the room he was in.

It was a simple one bedroom building, white ceiling, blue walls, and Mahogany wood floors with a Marble fire pit in the middle of the room. On the walls there were pictures of dogs he never knew existed, great big ones that shot lightning out their asses every time they took a shit, and tiny dogs no bigger then his strange little fleshy bump on the back of his leg near his foot. His green eyes, even though still Human in nature, had lost some of the colors that beamed from every corner of the room. The colors did seem a little duller, but then again, he was now a part of the Canine Genus. ”Ok… this is still strange for me -Hey is that a bowl of steak flavored dog food! COME TO PAPA!” he barked happily as he bounded towards the silver dog food bowl and began munching happily on the tiny kibbles in the shape of mailmen, UPS delivery people, and Joan Rivers left leg, that looked suspiciously like beef jerky.

He heard a scratch on the door, and smelled things he’d never smelled as a Human, there was the scent of the morning light, the smell of the ocean air that kind or reminded him of a giant hair dryer, and his butt. He had never smelled his own butt before. And now that he was able to, he never wished to do it again. The scratching noise sounded off again, and Morgan lifted his Wolfy head out of the food bowl lazily and tried figuring out how to fix this situation he was in.On the one hand, someone was at the door, and on the other, he was eating. The Wolf’s ears flattened with great annoyance, and then perked up excitedly. Morgan had a plan!

 ”One minute!” he barked as he pushed the food bowl over to the door with his nose, while at the same time stepping on the peddle that opened the door. He looked up while still bury his mouth into the bowl of seemingly endless food. “Wow. Simply wow. You must not have eaten anything for quite sometime, huh Master?” Samson gruffly asked while motioning with his thick brown fuzzy head.

 ”Haven’t had anything to eat in about three hundred years, Dream Dimension time. That reminds me, what Dimension is this?” Morgan asked, finally getting the last of the food from the bowl into his mouth and munching happily.”Dimension? What’s a Dimension?” Samson asked while walking on the pale dirt path that led from Morgan’s temporary house to the main village.

“Tell me you’re kidding right? You… never mind… I just realized something here.” Samson looked back bored, his brown eyes softly tracing his former master’s body for any signs of damage, when he smelled something that made his fur stand on end. “Master! You have things on you! What are they!?” he growled as he tackled Morgan to the floor.

 ”Seriously? We, literally, just got here, and already I’m in a fight!? The fuck is your problem!?” Samson backed off while whimpering. “I’m sorry Master, but I thought you brought something with you, other than your two friends, and I thought it was a danger. I am the Alpha dog here after all.”

Morgan understood all about pack behavior and canine mentality. Samson was only trying to protect his loved ones from danger. “It’s okay, Nordafet, Credion, Reason, you guys can come on out now, I’m perfectly fine.” Samson sat on his hind legs and puffed a few times, making his cheeks flap out occasionally.

“Where the fuck are we this time!? Okay, first, it was a hilly grassy field, then an Old West town, then a giant robot battle, then a amusement park, then a grave yard filled with bats, then a forest, then another battlefield, then a three housed place - GOD! CAN WE JUST STAY IN ONE PLACE LONG ENOUGH FOR ME TO GET TO BE FRIENDS WITH SOMEONE!?” Nordafet hissed as he slipped out of the shadow that Morgans body cast. ”CAT ALERT!” Samson barked as he charged towards the Deom with a lightning quick ferocity and head butted the poor creature in the face with little effect as the Brindle Boxer went right through him.

“Yeah, that tends to happen.” the Deom quipped as his long flexible tail wrapped around his body. “More to the point, why am I a cat?” Nordafet asked as he extended his claws and retracted them. “Never mind! I like this! Well I’ll go tell the others that all three of us are now felines. This is going to be interesting none the less.” Morgan felt his friend slide back into his shadow that led to his mind. “We have bigger things to worry about then Cats at the moment.” Sam ruffed quietly.

 ”Don’t we always?” Morgan replied, howling at a passing bird that gave him the finger and pile drove him into the ground. “Like them.” smason laughed eagerly as he chased the bird into the distance.

“Hey! Wait up!” morgan howled happily.Aneeh Arhem, the Chinese Crestid, had become enveloped in a cloud of ugliness so raging, so torrential, so devastating, that an army of bitchy supermodels on their periods were sent in, to counteract her ugliness.

“Ugh! Like, get a make over! And a boob job!” one woman said as her darkly tanned sking made her platinum blonde hair seem bright what in comparison. ”Or like, six of them!” two of the women said with snide looks of disapproval and raging fits of laughter. Aneeh simply licked them from crotch to face, and her saliva turned them into screeching old hags with four foot long drooping breasts and bald patches on their hairy Baboon like asses.

“Well… I guess this condition of mine works out for something.” she whispered to herself sadly.A small demonic looking Chihuahua burst form a fiery pit of damnation, and after eating a taco, it gave her a look of terrifying disgust, had a heart attack, and then burst into a puff of confetti. But in that confetti, Aneeh felt a strong foreboding feeling, like the return of someone she desperately did not want to see again.

‘Dearest Grandfather wants to see you again my Lovable Daughter!’ a cold thought flowed into her dog like mind with a tingling Spidersense. “My Spider Sense is tingling!” she said to herself as she lowered her front and raised her rear and shot a giant metal harpoon out of her ass attached to several chains and flew off into the sun.

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Morgan woke up with a start, he wet nose gleaming in the morning sun. ”Okay, that was interesting. Was that all a dream or- oh… still a wolf. Damn.” Morgan realized his problem. His former Brindle Boxer Samson, who had passed away in the Waking Dimension four days prior to he coincidental meet …

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 …