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Kaleb

Kaleb

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This is a topic. You are a topic. No, you're a topic.

28 June 2020 - 08:03 AM

The phrasing of the universe is mine to determine.

I am the master of my own reality.

I am the master of my own circumstances.

 

Is there beauty in this chaos?

 

I AM THE GOD OF THIS UNIVERSE. THIS BLANK PAGE IS MINE TO DETERMINE.

 

SPHERES         ;;                  univeses

 

Red explosions upon the page

 

Blue explosions upon the page

 

I AM THE SOURCE OF THIS LIGHT

 

I AM THE CREATOR OF THIS DIMENSION.

 

You will bow before me.

 

I AM YOUR KING

 

KING

 

K I N G

 

the universe was created by me

 


Prelude

27 June 2020 - 03:26 PM

It was late, and the boy knew better than to be dreaming of a warm, comfy bed. He would not have it tonight, for he was too busy tending to his flock of sheep. The night was winding down, and many of his sheep had laid down for bed. A few still idly grazed. The boy watched them contemplatively, as he lightly strummed upon his gyark. The notes of his instrument seemed to please the sheep, some of which lightly baaaa'd during the pauses in between his playing.

 

The boy's faithful guard dog sat next to him as well, constantly on alert for predators that might threaten the flock. The hound was in an alert position, eyes constantly scanning the horizon. Together, boy and dog, master and hound, were sitting underneath a tall willow tree. The temperature was brisk, and dropping fast. This was not an easy life, but as the youngest son, it was the boy's duty to Shepard the sheep, wandering the back country. How long would he be estranged from his loved ones back home? How long would he be away from his warm bed?

 

"Zhalit," a calm female voice spoke softly, from behind.

 

The boy nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of his sister. He rose to his feet at once, trying to formally present himself as he dusted off the dirt and grass he wore upon his person. What was she doing here!? It had been many weeks since the boy had seen his sister. A great joy filled his entire being. When he saw her standing beside the willow tree, he at once dropped all pretense of formality, and swept in to hug her.

 

As she welcomed his embrace, the boy's eyes caught sight of another figure behind her. He recognized this figure -- it was Kojack, a worker from his father's estate.

 

"Father needs you to come home at once," his sister revealed as the hug ended. "Kojack will tend to the flock."

 

"Is... Is everything okay?" the boy asked.

 

"Yes," his sister revealed, "There is good news waiting at home. Come quickly, Zhalit. Oh, you must," his sister replied, lightly tugging upon his hand.

 

"V... Very well," the boy replied, a storm of emotion building up inside him.

 

The boy turned to his faithful canine companion, patting him on the head and glaring at him with sad eyes. The dog looked up to Zhalit, seeming to sense that he would be leaving soon. He lightly licked at the boy's leg, as if he was saying, "It's okay, master. Go. I will be here doing my job."

 

The boy gave the dog a smile, and turned to Kojack. He began to explain the particularities of the sheep, and to express any information the worker would need to Sheppard the flock. The boy could hardly contain his excitement. Here he had been, dreaming of returning home, and what fate! He was to receive his wish. Or so he thought...

 

A cold wind blew upon the pasture on this backwoods planet. From a nearby hill, a cloaked figure watched the scene, peering through the darkness with glowing blue eyes, light as frost. He wore a serious expression upon his face. It did not seem as if the party below had noticed him, standing here, watching this scene play out.

 

He spoke to someone not obviously present -- someone hiding even further in the shadows. "No... I don't think he's ready. The beginning is nigh. However; this may not be the one we are seeking."

 

A pause.

 

"Another game, you say? The last one did not turn out so well."

 

...

 

"Very well. I say, that should we give him an adventure, he shall fail. He is a simple Sheppard who has never known magic, nor any advanced science. All he knows is his sheep."

 

...

 

"I accept your wager."

 

A new journey was soon to begin.


{Satya} You Are A Mistake

22 June 2020 - 11:47 PM

Blood had been spilled here, not long ago, on this strange island that was not supposed to exist. Where was it? Who knew. It simply was, somewhere. However; it was not supposed to be anywhere. An island that was not supposed to exist, floating in the middle of a blue sky, location unknown. What's more; the island was slowly dying, crumbling, eroding. What happens when an island that isn't supposed to exist dies?

 

The island itself was mostly sand and volcanic rock, with a small jungle making up the interior. At the center of the jungle, the only seemingly man made object existed, a large temple that radiated with power, as if it was screaming, I'm here! Come see what ancient secrets I contain! As if it was the most audacious temple that had ever existed, despite its rather unflattering stone architecture.

 

Here, not long ago, the island had cried out for help. Somebody save me! It had forcefully teleported unwilling bystandards to its shores, and not everyone had made it out alive. However; despite its best efforts, it apparently had not been saved, and the island was once more empty. Alone. Destined to perish in solitude, or so it seemed.

 

On the beach, the air began to swirl with a dark, sinister energy. This dark energy had hints of color -- some red here, some blue there -- but overall, it took on a black hue. This energy convalesced to form a portal, from which a man with grey hair and a stocky build emerged, his face somewhat wrinkled and apparently not amused. He wore a simple black sweater and khaki pants, and a very nice pair of leather shoes. Frankly, he looked like somebody's uncle or grandfather, somewhat out of place on this crumbling volcanic island in an unknown sky.

 

Having emerged on the island, the stranger waved his hand, and the portal behind him faded away. He turned his attention to the temple at the center of the island, the top tower of which was visible even from here on the beach. He could feel the magic radiating from that place in pulses, like an SOS being sent through the air to anyone who would listen. The stranger did not seem particularly moved by this powerful temple. If anything, his face expressed pity towards the lonely stone building.

 

"You poor abomination," the stranger spoke, his voice the kind of deep that reeks of authority. He started to draw a circle in the sand with his foot.

"You are a mistake. But we shall soon fix that, now won't we?"


A Darkness Will Swallow You Whole

20 June 2020 - 06:29 PM

Black, undying emptiness, the kind that you either love or hate, was all that awaited any visitor to this particular space in the Saeculum Galaxy. Nested some distance away from any solar system, there was nothing remarkable about this place. The light of some stars reached this place, having traveled lightyears to get here, illusions of a past, like whispers from yesterday. Yesterday. That's what they were here to protect, come hell or high water.

 

Silver permeated the blackness of space, swirling silver, as a round portal opened up here. From the portal, a bubble emerged, still half-connected to the orifice in order to form a safe seal for whoever might come through next. For a moment, nobody did. Then, after some brief pause, the kitsune sage would emerge, and with her a golden haired boy being dragged behind.

 

The bubble provided some atmosphere for the two to breathe in, some semblance of gravity to orient themselves, and some lack of vacuum to allow for communication. Nek's face changed from somewhat startled, no doubt from the sudden departure Inari had forced upon him, to a look of pure terror, for some inexplicable reason. He looked over to his kitsune companion with some great amount of concern in his eyes.

 

"Do you... Do you feel that?"

 

Not too far away, Nek thought, he could sense some terribly dark power, something sinister lurking in the shadows. But where? They were in the vacuum of space, at a location Nek had chosen at random in hopes of communicating with Lady Skye. A few moments later, the sinister darkness seemed to fade away, and Nek's face relaxed a little. "Some passing ship somewhere? Or maybe I imagined it..."

 

He looked down at his hand, still en-grasped in Inari's. "You can let go now!"


Quarantine Prompt

05 April 2020 - 08:53 PM

Write your characters in quarantine!

 

HikaruToday at 3:01 PM
Writing prompt: Pick a character and write what they would be doing in quarantine/how they'd deal with it.

 

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ZERE couldn’t help but wonder how the fuck he’d gotten himself into this situation. Go to Earth, KiaB had said. Do some intelligence. The Sage Three had been gone for twelve years -- why was KiaB sending him here, to Earth? Did he really think they were hiding out on this primative rock full of dirt eating chimps?

 

None the less, Zere was here, always the good and faithful servant to the Anrufe. If the Sage Three were hiding out on Earth, Zere would find them. Only… Something strange had happened in the last few months. The humans had… All quit their day to day activities, gone into their homes, turned on their primitive entertainment boxes, and… stopped doing anything else. Apparently there was some disease spreading throughout the planet.

 

Now, Zere didn’t exactly care about whatever primitive disease the humans were dealing with this month. But the thing was (and this was the really shitty part), part of Zere’s mission was to blend in with the humans. He had cut his talon-length claws, shedded his black Anrufe cloak for a suit and tie, and even visited an Earth dermatologist to treat his rotting skin. As far as the humans concerned, Zere was Michael Rivvens, a stock trader from Manhattan.

 

In some ways, Wall Street had proved entertaining to Zere in the first few months. Sure, it didn’t quite live up to the satisfaction of FUCKING BASHING YOUR ENEMY’S SKULLS IN, but there was a perverse sense of satisfaction to be gained in day trading. In some ways, it was a human form of battle. Constantly checking these communication devices, yelling, “BUY BUY BUY!!! SELL SELL SELL!!” every few minutes. Zere had actually… Sort of been enjoying it.

 

All the more reason that this was proving INSUFFERABLE for Zere. He couldn’t slay his enemies, watching them choke on their own blood! He couldn’t massacre villages of his enemies, watching their youngest beg for mercy as he killed the village elders first! He couldn’t even go to his day job as a stock trader in Manhattan. He was confined to his 200 square foot apartment, and what’s more, according to the primitive communication box, it was possible that he would be here for MONTHS to come.

 

Even now, sitting on his couch, a huge part of him was tempted to raise his fist right now, generating his Bokargiik spell, ending the lives of everyone within a 1500 foot radius of him by boiling their insides. Alas, he resisted, instead choosing this moment as the perfect opportunity to start a new hobby -- knitting. He’d been wanting to learn knitting for awhile, and like Wall Street, he found some satisfaction in the weaving of the needle, in and out, in and out.

 

He thought of his friend Jeff, fellow day trader. Jeff and his wife were expecting their second child any day now. He hoped they were okay during this time in which their frail human bodies were so susceptible to this human virus. If he were going to carry out a genocide on the human race tomorrow, he thought he might save Jeff till last, allowing him and his family to cherish some last moments together. Alas, Zere had no such plans right now.

 

Maybe I’ll knit a blanket, Zere decided as he weaved the thread. A baby blanket. That would be nice…

 

It wasn’t the battlefields of Kalagor, but Zere was learning to find some satisfaction right where he was. But when this is over, I’m blowing up a planet… Zere smiled at the thought as he calmly started knitting the baby blanket for Jeff’s future child, content and at peace with the thought of his future genocide plans.

 

Fin