kishin asura

The path

Well, out with the old, in with the new I guess...

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Not gonna be on for a while. Things better be better when I'm back

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Spiritstallion1 said
I don't have it. I was livestreaming ages ago and she nagged me to get on it but I left after about 10 minutes. I'll try and find it though

Okay

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Spiritstallion1 said
Has it? 3 days and no one posts in the OOC?Angel made a website and her, Tiny and Tyki are using that. Well, they were last time I checked

IC as well. But it's gotten a little better. Also, angel made a website? Send me the link.

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Spiritstallion1 said
Apparently the group's falling apartkay then

It's gotten a little better

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thewizardguy said
The Judge chuckles. It's a low, echoing sound, almost inhuman. "Imbalance is but a temporary thing. Anarchy, chaos, it's simply a side effect of the imperfections within our reality. You are but a symptom, and yet I aim to eliminate the disease. If your nature lies in imbalance, then soon you shall be dead. For once all is one with the Genesis Devourer, there will be a perfect balance between all things, and we shall forge a utopia of life and death." The Judge dismisses the stranger as a threat, his sensing percieving an alteration in the future. The fabric of destiny was once more warped.A large amount of energy was emanating through the remainders of this world, focused on the girl who the Judge had defeated before. It was rather easy to recognize the energy, a fool's attempt at controlling the fabric of reality. "Are you speeding up your demise? Once this realm collapses, you will all be dropped into the void. Exposed to the destructive powers of Omega, it will take mere moments for your souls and bodies to be destroyed completely. I am able to survive, but you will not." The man smiles, as his own power gathers inside of him. Energy focuses around him, as the intertwining powers of life and death spiral around one another. A perfect balance, albeit slightly disrupted as more and more of the microorganisms were destroyed by the Void. Those slight disturbances sent tremors through the ground, and set the Judge's skin on fire. Slight impurities releasing enough energy to burn countries to cinders. Massive flashes of destruction, uncontrolled and deadly, followed by equal bursts of wild life energy, growths and creatures crawling from nowhere. Small hints at the power that was gathered in this man's hands. "Bring it, children."

The golem chuckles "you seem to be getting my nature mixed up with yours." It says as millions of mosquito-like creature flies out of its cloak. Moving through various hidden portals "I merely seek to fix the balance you destroyed. After all, had you not done what you did, the soular stream wouldn't be shrieking in agony."

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thewizardguy said
Ima try and keep this alive if at all possible.

Alright. I'll pitch in.

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thewizardguy said
The Judge's eyes were, for the most part, just for show. While most living beings used a set of organic senses, the Judge's physical eyes, and, in fact, most of the senses used by organic beings, were nonfunctional. Seen from a purely physical perspective, the Judge was both blind, deaf, and completely numb. And yet, with perfect clarity, he could observe the world around him, if not by any means that would be familiar to most of the multiverse's inhabitants. His senses, completely alien to most beings, was perfectly normal for a being of his type, and yet one could not be blamed for not realizing it. For even as the Judge saw the long path of destiny warping, every sentient decision forging a new possible world, his senses honed in by the changes being constantly meant by the beings around him. The constant warp in the future caused by free will, a power granted to all sentient beings. The ripples of every miniscule decision, echoing through his mind."Merely two? It would seem presumptous for you to make such a statement." The Judge, of course, already knew who stood behind him. He would turn around, normally, even if it were only for show. After all, his senses weren't limited by direction, or by the movements of light. The only reason he had the organs at all was because of his task of interacting with organic beings, an appearance crafted to allow him to fit in to a certain degree. To a strong degree, he was a showman, putting up a display of normality to hide his true self, conforming to the norms of those attached to linear time and space, to movement in 3 dimensions, to the simplicity of existence within a relatively straight forward and basic set of physics. Had one of these beings stepped into the Outer Fringes, dimensions where rules such as time and space lost all meaning, they would have been lost forever. "I don't suppose anything I say will prevent a monologue, will it?"

"I'm being generous." The small Goldman says. Its cloak blowing in the wind "after all. One of those mistakes is the continued destruction of this realm of the dead. Which adds to the already massive spiritual imbalance." It takes a step forward "which adds to my power. In other words, you shot yourself in the foot."

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thewizardguy said
The Judge watches the exchange with an almost impassive calm, with the air of one watching a squabble between children. A deeply annoying superiority, and a degree of sympathy, as if he was dealing with the unfortunate victims of a debilitating mental condition. It bled into his stance, his voice, and the very feeling of his aura, and, most infuriatingly, it was genuine. "Clinging on, unthinkingly, unchangably. It cannot be helped. You are two-dimensional beings, stuck within your own frame of mind. Can you not feel the corruption that permeats the very existence of this plane? Is the nature of reality not that of change, and should it thus not change even in it's most funadamental basics? A system of life and death, broken by fools who cheat an incompetent reaper. Is it not better simply to.... wipe the slate? To erase all the mistakes, all the foolishness, all the petty emotions and survival instincts that have broken the will of our creator?"The judge steps forward, and as he does so, a ripple of power flows through the remains of the dimension. The white ground, formed from the manifested fabric of reality, neither matter nor energy, seemed to be falling away into darkness. Sucked into the void, strands of existence torn from the weave. With every step, the area remaining grows smaller, the edge of reality creeping ever closer to those who would stand against that Judge. "You who would stand against the end, clinging to fragments of a life steeped in failure and mistakes, know that it is with pity that I end your pathetic existence. Unable to comprehend the true reality, which underlies this world formed from sound and smell, the basic building blocks of this world, you hold on to that which you can feel, fearing the unknown." His smile quivers for a moment, as the darkness seems to flow through the cracks in the ground. The Void, realm of Omega, the Primal of the Apocalypse. It gathered in his hands, as his very existence shimmered, power gathering and multiplying, as he prepared to wipe out those who stood against him. "It will be over soon, dear children."

"For you anyway." A voice muses from behind the judge "after all, you did make two fatal mistakes."

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