The universe wasn't what it used to be. It's always been, of course, but it hasn't always been-this. prior to, back in the good old days when reality was just a mass of colors shot onto a black canvas that spanned infinite, everything made sense and it was all pretty linear. One thing led to another, and thing branched off into a bunch of other things which circled each other until they formed some new things, pretty basic. Now, however things weren't so black and white. Time didn't just move forwards anymore, or even forwards and backwards. These days it moved side to side, up and down, diagonally, and even in some new directions the human mind couldn't really put into words but would cause a human stomach to churn around just by the site of it. The most confusing thing was the way places currently acted. Instead of them simply lining up side to side so you could get from one place to another just by continuing in a single direction you had places hiding on top of one another so if you got a special kind of hole going you could fall from somewhere else despite the fact that you technically moved at all. What was worst was when they started overlapping so you found yourself at a sort of crossroads from one area to another when anything and everything could be happening, not happening, and happening again for the thousandth-billionth time all over again.
It was hard to tell what happened. Some people, if you asked them, or even you didn't and they just felt like telling you, climbed that it was the wrath of the God(s) for one of mankind's sins. Other said that somewhere, far off in the center of the galaxy, right smack in the middle of creation claimed that there was a switch, a big switch, the kind of switch that could only be pulled by a set of fingers ten light years long and thick enough to play an infinite number of football games upon. There were almost as many reasons for what had caused everything to change as there were new plains of existence. The one thing everyone seemed to agree on was that it all started with the stockade of colors.
They looked like glowing walls of swirling radioactive tie dye paint that were constantly in motion. One moment they were here, and then there, and then another there. Before you knew it they were at a there so new there was no possible way to figure out where it was. It wasn't the movements or the suddenly appearance that made the walls such an issue. Really, on their own, they weren't more of a problem that a big flashing neon light you couldn't turn off when it was time for bed. What was bad was when things came through the psychedelic like legs walking through a door. Things didn't come through the walls every time, or even often, but when they did there was the potential for trouble. Monsters, demons, master races, aliens, Gods, dragons, eldritch beasts have all come through at one point or another. None stayed, of course, because the Earth wasn't spectacular enough to waste much time with, but a lot of those things made a big mess before they finished passing through. What was worst was things got worse, much worst.
Jimmy, or Jynmi as he'd like to be called, if anyone was willing to call him that, spent the first hours of everyday sleeping, and he'd continue to do that if not for his mother's dog, who he loved like his own two kids(His own two dogs) whining and barking to let him out of his cage so they could go for a walk. So he took the dog for a walk. his mom's dog was a good dog, but liked to pull. They didn't go very far because the dog spent most of his days inside. The longer walk was reserved for his huskies, two 60 lbs beasts of fir, muscle, and boundless energy that resisted restraint in all its forms. These dogs got two hours worth of walking, and even that wasn't enough to stop them from. They loved every minute of it, and even went back to the backyard with a minimum of chasing.
"Good boys." Jynmi said, giving each dog a kiss and petting them before closing the fence behind him. "I'll be right back with some food." He turned around there was a flash of light and he fell sixteen feet onto a pile of goose feathers. "Hmmm." He said, dazed, with his eyes on the swirling tie dyed sky above him. "That's a thing." He mumbled, scratching his chin.
The biggest problem with holes into other worlds that bounced jumped from place to place like a clown after stepping on a hot bit of iron was that occasionally, every once and a while, you found yourself and the wall's next location, being the same place and the same time.
It was hard to tell what happened. Some people, if you asked them, or even you didn't and they just felt like telling you, climbed that it was the wrath of the God(s) for one of mankind's sins. Other said that somewhere, far off in the center of the galaxy, right smack in the middle of creation claimed that there was a switch, a big switch, the kind of switch that could only be pulled by a set of fingers ten light years long and thick enough to play an infinite number of football games upon. There were almost as many reasons for what had caused everything to change as there were new plains of existence. The one thing everyone seemed to agree on was that it all started with the stockade of colors.
They looked like glowing walls of swirling radioactive tie dye paint that were constantly in motion. One moment they were here, and then there, and then another there. Before you knew it they were at a there so new there was no possible way to figure out where it was. It wasn't the movements or the suddenly appearance that made the walls such an issue. Really, on their own, they weren't more of a problem that a big flashing neon light you couldn't turn off when it was time for bed. What was bad was when things came through the psychedelic like legs walking through a door. Things didn't come through the walls every time, or even often, but when they did there was the potential for trouble. Monsters, demons, master races, aliens, Gods, dragons, eldritch beasts have all come through at one point or another. None stayed, of course, because the Earth wasn't spectacular enough to waste much time with, but a lot of those things made a big mess before they finished passing through. What was worst was things got worse, much worst.
Jimmy, or Jynmi as he'd like to be called, if anyone was willing to call him that, spent the first hours of everyday sleeping, and he'd continue to do that if not for his mother's dog, who he loved like his own two kids(His own two dogs) whining and barking to let him out of his cage so they could go for a walk. So he took the dog for a walk. his mom's dog was a good dog, but liked to pull. They didn't go very far because the dog spent most of his days inside. The longer walk was reserved for his huskies, two 60 lbs beasts of fir, muscle, and boundless energy that resisted restraint in all its forms. These dogs got two hours worth of walking, and even that wasn't enough to stop them from. They loved every minute of it, and even went back to the backyard with a minimum of chasing.
"Good boys." Jynmi said, giving each dog a kiss and petting them before closing the fence behind him. "I'll be right back with some food." He turned around there was a flash of light and he fell sixteen feet onto a pile of goose feathers. "Hmmm." He said, dazed, with his eyes on the swirling tie dyed sky above him. "That's a thing." He mumbled, scratching his chin.
The biggest problem with holes into other worlds that bounced jumped from place to place like a clown after stepping on a hot bit of iron was that occasionally, every once and a while, you found yourself and the wall's next location, being the same place and the same time.