The black and yellow crystal the size of a bowling ball slammed into Antimo’s face, shattering upon impact, and knocking a few teeth loose as well.

“What the flying Hell was that!?” Antimo asked while in some serious pain. Nordafet was laughing his ass off when Tsan’s fragment crystal, now the size of a Hypergiant, drew him into the outer most reaches of the galaxy.

“Umagawdwhathafugisthat!?” Nordafet stammered in complete and utter terror. His terror was made more so when he was slammed into the surface of the crystalline Hypergiant. on the inside, Nordafet was drawn into the middle of the structure and heard the distant sound of trillions of hundred barrel gatling guns shooting off tiny nukes. “Well, that’s so cute!” Nordafet said with the wonder and joy of a child on Christmas morning. But soon, that joy was turned into a traumatizing deathblow to his being, when he realized that an infinite number of nukes were heading towards his exact location.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! fuck! fuck fuck fuck fuck! I’ve got to get the-” his sentence was cut short when the first one slammed into him, then ten more, twenty more after that, and seven thousand after that, unleashing trillions of metric quadratic tons of pressure onto his being.  The Fragment of Reality laughed in a constant barrage of joy and fear. After all, he didn’t want to kill off his potential new home, and at the same time, he wanted to see what Nordafet was truly made of. ‘Come on! Fight back Deom!’ Tsan thought to the person trapped inside the insane levels of pressure.  Nordafet, getting tired from trying to hold his form together, simply decided to split in half and gather the energy into himself.

“Damn it! Can’t believe it’s come to this! I hope the Deom Lords can forgive me for this, but I’m in desperate need of help!”  the Deom’s top half formed a giant tennis racket and slammed the next thousand nukes back to the Tupac clones. The Tupac clones then released several postmortem albums, in which they are all subsequently blown up by their own nukes. Not surprisingly, it was deathly contraversial, full of swear words that even by today’s standards were more evil than two hump back whale on the Larry King Live show. The crystalline structure absorbed the energy released by the Tupac clones do rags and focused it into a being of such mind boggling size, that even Nordafet had tried to solve this with mathematics. He failed miserably when the being returned his test with a score of one.

“How the fuck did this happen!? I was sure I got a full nights rest and early mornings cram session in!” he exclaimed angrily as a familiar face popped right next to him. Antimo sighed, looked over at Nordafet, face still full of broken crystal shards, smiled a big toothy grin, and laughed. “HA!” Antimo was then kicked in the crotch by the red dwarf sized being.

 ”Oh… that stung.” Nordafet smiled. He thought long and hard about his current predicament as the nukes now attacked Antimo because he didnt pay them his rent on time. “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Nordafet exclaimed as he raised a hand in protest. “I’ve got three questions! One! Who the fuck are you!? Two, why have you just outright attacked me!? Three? Do you know of a funny little guy with a preacher’s collar, a bible in one hand, and a shitload of Greek alphabet named Fragments?” 

The red dwarf sized being shrunk down to the height of a three year old boy. Nordafet couldn’t help but try the airplane game on it. “And up we go! And up we go! Who’s my little monster!?” he asked with a jubilant smile on his face. He was answered with a right fist through the jaw. the jaw then stabbed itself into Antimo’s right eye ball.

“HEY! I’M WATCHING SOMETHING HERE!” he roared as he simply plucked the bone out and tossed it back to his friend. The three year old sized being answered Nordafet’s questions as it pooped onto his feet.

‘Oh…. no he didn’t… UGH! IT SMELLS LIKE HOW I FEEL ON MONDAYS!’ he thought to no one in particular disgust. The being spoke as it put on a sailor suit. “Number one, I am the Fragment known as Tsan, within me resides half the awesome power of the Fragments of Reality.” Antimo’s ears pricked up when he heard this, and while taking out the bowling ball shards from his face, “So where’s the… other… half?” he was answered when the shards in his hand combined and formed a tiny pink version of Megatron.

“Yo. Name’s Heta. You my bitch, Bitch.” she said without much enthusiasm. “Wow… was totally expecting you to be… bigger.” he chuckled. “You’re kinda cute!”

“Gimme my nanners, Bitch!” Antimo got her her nanners while muttering under his breath. “Ok… we got that much. So answer the other two questions already.” Nordafet commanded Tsan, who was now in a tiny cowboy outfit complete with plastic six shooters.

“Alex? Yes… we knew of him. Unfortunatley, he perished when he trespassed upon the Forest of Not Very Nice Things.” Nordafet was curious. “So… what was the place like?”

 ”Not very nice.” Tsan answered him, now in a bumblebee costume and face paint. “And the things in said Forest?” nordafet queeried,

“Also… not very nice.” “So let me get this straight, there is a Forest, where the scenery is not very nice.”

 ”Correct.” “And the things inside the Forest that’s not very nice, aren’t very nice either. Correct?”

“Yes.” Nordafet paused, and thought up something that just had to be nice. “Are there sugar cookies?”

Tsan thought for a moment. “Yes.” “Are they good?”

“Good? Yeah. But, they aren’t very nice.” Antimo couldn’t stop cracking up until Heta ordered him to get more nanners. Nordafet shrugged his shoulders and decided to test Tsan again. “So… there is a Forest, which isn’t very nice, and inside that not very nice Forest, there are not very nice things. But there are sugar cookies which are good, but they still aren’t very nice.”

“Pretty much in the namesake.” “I see…” Nordafet grumbled.

Antimo threw the nanners away. Heta wasn’t very pleased with him. “So what about the third question?”  Tsan sighed. “We decided to divide up our forces to better help Morgan and everyone else.”

 ”Predictable…” “WHERE… THE FUCK… ARE… MY FUCKING… NANNERS… BITCH!?”

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The black and yellow crystal the size of a bowling ball slammed into Antimo’s face, shattering upon impact, and knocking a few teeth loose as well. “What the flying Hell was that!?” Antimo asked while in some serious pain. Nordafet was laughing his ass off when Tsan’s fragment crystal, now the …

“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 …