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Blood Compact: Magnus's Reign

For everyone's information, the drones are not actually attacking the city. As of yet, Terebithia is still tearing through the country-side. In fact, it's not even moving towards Kilo Point, but another destination.......

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Hey guys, just giving you a heads up. I´m leaving.

Bye!

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Throughout these worlds were scattered billions upon billions of lives. And within the multiverse, there were infinite more. Heroes of all shapes and sizes fought for a menagerie of goals, with a variety of weapons and capabilities. Villains and monsters, heroes and soldiers, war and peace, epic conflict existed everywhere, as stories unfolded all over the multiverse. And yet, with these worlds never meeting, the diverse colors of each was kept from one another, untold possibilities left completely unattended through the sheer negligence of the original creator of the multiverse, mysterious as she may be. Bob, as he floated at the center of the Base Dimension, as it had been named by Mathew, had of course decided to fix this grievous error.

Massive arenas and battlegrounds formed, as Bob's thoughts and will manifested into this universe. Portways and archways arose from a newly formed ground, a realm within which physics were completely determined by the arbitrary will of the Fool God. Stands populated with chained souls, tormented eternally by those passions that, in life, had drawn them to the attentions of the Lord of Insanity. Those who had dealed with teh metaphorical devil, forced to relive the greatest tragedies and victories of their lives as their emotional energy was leeched for all eternity. Those empty shells, devoid of human consciousness and jaded beyond human measure, who had gone through every measure of torment imaginable, and achieved every symbolic victory within their decayed, hollow minds, that they were now empty and lifeless. And this massive realm was then named the site for the Deus Games, where heroes from every corner of the Multiverse could compete.

((Anyone can apply for the Deus Games. They will consist often of fights, but sometimes of more interesting challenges such as debates, races, or other such things.))

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Wraithblade6 said
Wiz hates that.

Don't make me my opinions! I'm perfectly capable of hating things all by myself.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Crymie-chan said
Kim you stalking?

Amie, did you change your name again?

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Having established his new base of operations on the clone homeworld, Mathew pondered what his strategy would be from this point onward. He had wished to learn all of the secrets behind the extensive genetic engineering involved in the creation of the clone empire, a prospect that would allow him not only to remove the threat of birth defects and miscarriage from his civilisations, but to create biologically engineered killing machines en mass. While, of course, he preferred using mechanical means, there was no doubt that there was a use in genetic engineering, and the Clone Emperor seemed to control that field to a far greater extent than Mathew did. While the Cloning Machines found on other planets were capable of 3d-printing living cells, as well as multiple materials, in intricate patterns at high speed using what seemed to be an intensely delicate and yet weak teleportation system, the patterns and formats for these machines had been developed in the capital. It's destruction by the hands of the threat classified as The Unknown had derived Mathew of this valuable knowledge once and for all, unless he somehow managed to extract it from some other cache.

In the time since he had first conquered the planet, Mathew had set about restoring order in the empire. Although billions of clones had been slaughtered by The Unknown, many had remained on conquered planets after the destruction of that planet's evacuation systems by strategically placed drones. Furthermore, investigation of the space between planets had revealed many more now leaderless clones in transport vessels, which had become lost in the vastness of space after all communications with the capital had been ended. Using the printing technology, it had been far easier to rapidly construct large factories and complexes on the many colonies of the Imperium, many of which functioned completely autonomously. These races ceased being a necessary part of the planet's functions, as Mathew dedicated entire planets to agriculture in order to feed the rest of the Imperium. Newly devised Fiction Gates connected these planets, allowing instantaneous transport, as well as the possibility of Babylon appearing at the scene of any battle within mere moments.

Mathew's forces, as well as his offensive capabilities, had been vastly improved by this newly acquired technology. However, the thing that he feared the most was the mysterious power used by The Unknown, with offensive and defensive power he had never seen before. He had no counter to this attack, and he didn't know how to deal with it's use. It was not something he could adapt his technology to, for he had no understanding of how it worked, and he doubted that The Unknown would allow him to perform an extensive study any time soon. As such, he had utilized the trade network that had been created by the Clone Emperor to forge contacts with other Empires, coupled with the assurance that Mathew would not continue his hostile expansion. Through bribery and intimidation, he had at last located an individual who supposedly knew of this power and how to handle it, a so-called 'Sith', and, with the promise of substantial amounts of precious materials useless to the production of new mechanisms, he had managed to invite this Sith to an audience. Hopefully, he would be able to learn something of value.

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Stein's plans had been thoroughly disrupted by the actions taken by Darkside. He had had the ability to manipulate the background soular energy that naturally flowed through the universe, which was quite an interesting phenomenon to behold, but he payed far too little attention to his own soul. His rash grasp on it was detrimental to his own soular health, which had reflections in his body and mind, as both had begun to decay. Great power, wielded like a clumsy sledgehammer, whereas Stein's own control of his soular energy was as sharp and precise as a scalpel's measured cut. He would need to deal with this person before he became any kind of threat, if the decay of his soul didn't kill him before Stein did. If this person didn't take better control of the energies being flung around, they would end up digging their own grave, which would quite neatly remove that issue.

Blood Compact: Magnus's Reign

Stein shrugs as he leans back in his chair. "Heaven's greatest weapon will do what it was created to do. It will kill first Magnus, then Gabriel, then Martin. Of course, it's quite possible that my darling has changed the order in my absence. What you don't seem to understand is that I never controlled Terebithia. I created her, and she obeyed me for I was her father, and she respected me. She still had much to learn. However, now?" Stein chuckles, as he looks at the ground. He seems surprisingly somber. "It's amazing just how fast the grow up, isn't it? She's all ready to tear down the cornerstones of civilisation, just like her daddy. I just wish I could be there to congratulate her on her first master plan, and advise her on her first deceptions."

Smiling, Stein begins to fade away. "But I guess there's only so much a parent can do. By my calculations, her hunger for knowledge and power will lead to her own demise, she's got too much attention focused on her. The odds are stacked against her survival, even if Heaven's Greatest Weapon is successful in it's objectives and Project Armageddon being released is just bad for business. If you manage to get to her computing systems, I can help you shut her down, send her to sleep. In the current situation, it's best she learn about failure, that she can better appreciate victory." Stein holds up his hands, and claps twice. Even as the area seems to fade back into nothingness, and you once more feel the headache build, you hear his words echo after you. "Now hop to it, boy. You'll need to show the world what you can do for this one. I guess, for once, you get to play the hero of the story."

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There was blood everywhere. Like a wave of psionic force to ordinary for a normal man to see, the Dark Force tore through the streets. Entire facilities were upturned, as the population was reduced to a small pile of blood and gore. Within moments, so fast that one without his senses, this world was layed to waste. No human could survive such a powerful blow, over such a massive area, but Stein was made of sturdier stuff. And he alone stood among the chaos and death unharmed, the wave that would have crushed a human having but lightly wounded him. He had sensed Darkside, of course. And he had seen the plans he had formed falling to pieces before his very eyes, as all those that he should have been manipulating died before him.

Within mere moments, Stein kicked down the door to the Clone Emperor's palace. He ignored the drones, they were not programmed to attack him, and they would not defy their orders. He was invisible to Darkside, who relied on the presence of one's life force, one's soul, to feel somebody coming. He could quite easily disguise himself, reducing his aura to no more than background radiation, as he stalked towards the man, grabbed his head, and, making use of the surprise, smashed his head into the keyboard before him. "You utter retard. If you hadn't noticed, I'm BUSY here. Now, you're going to leave, before I teach you what a REAL force for evil feels like, you small-time pussy." Stein then proceeds to negate the surge of power Darkside prepared with a blow to his soul, the sheer impact of which would prevent him from using the attack he'd been planning on using.

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supertinyking said
"...I....I seem to have no other option..." He starts, before behind him, a figure arrives. He sets a hand onto the emperor's head, and suddenly, the emperor fell forward, limp. The man, tossing the larger man off of the chair sits down."Now then, Mathew...Shall I teach you some manners?" The man asks, chuckling. With a snap, the planet from orbit turns red...from the blood running on the streets. The vast population on the planet is ripped asunder, killing them all."Now, as so you can't make more. of those wretched things." The man chuckles, before the large cloning facilities, the pride and joy of the empire explode violently. Reduced to rubble. Such destruction on a massive scale. It's something that would harken back to the destruction of Mathew's planet..but far more brutal. Far more gore filled. The man, now laughing as the blood coated streets filled with blood, and chemicals. The empire, a great nation, a place of peace and happiness...turned to a blood stained, rubble filled rock. The clone ships orbiting the planet twist and break apart, a show of power. Their torn wreaks crash into the planet. scaring the land scape. Not a single survivor. Such a show of power, and brutality."Maybe, that will teach you manners you brat." The man growls.

Mathew blinked. It was sudden, as suddenly his sensors saw that all of the life on the planet was wiped out. Blood seemed to cover the planet's surface, it's distribution among the ground improbable in it's spread, showing an intentional will behind creating a visual effect. The method of destruction had been rudimentary, instead of breaking through at the weakest points. Entire structures collapsed and twisted based on an application of some invisible force, showing a great power being applied without thought or precision, and to all appearances affecting the outside of certain objects before affecting their inside. There was no divine signature, meaning that whatever power was being used, it wasn't divine. And yet, the readings that were constantly being taken by Babylon's many sensors could not detect by what mechanics this attack was functioning, despite it's effects being spread across the surface of the entire planet. The kinetic forces could be detected, but not what energy it came from. All energy must come from energy, that force had to be the result of another force being expended, and yet it could not be detected by any means visible to Babylon.

All this information was absorbed by Mathew's subconscious in the blink of an eye, constantly reasoning and performing calculations to calculate this beings sheer power and precision. Even as his conscious mind tried to grasp just what he had just witnessed, staring at the ground through the many eyes he had given himself. He was given close up views, even as the exact details of the damage and slaughter were transmitted directly into his brain. Recaps of the people, even as they exploded, played in slow motion to capture every detail. Impressive sensor arrays, mindless in their function to process information, unknowing of the context of said information, provided every view, every angle, every little bit of knowledge that could be taken from the scene. And Mathew, in shock, was struck. Unable to speak, unable to take action, even as, in the deep corners of his mind, his rage built up.

"A show. You killed them for a show." Thousands of machines wirred into action. Every drone loaded it's weapon, as massive pieces of armor slid away from long rows of cannons. Powerful and complex Quantum Drives, applying the observer effect as they locked the quantum particles in space and time, even while twisting them in order to bend that space they occupied. Gravitational wells formed, contained and channeled, like whirlpools in the fabric of space. Energy generators prepared themselves, as every source of energy aboard Babylong was prepared for combat. "A spectacle, to show off your power? YOU JUST KILLED THEM TO SHOW....... YOU MONSTROUS LIVING PIECE OF SHIT!" All energy was rerouted, as the engines, halted. The front of the ship, where it ended in a large point, opened up to reveal a collection of powerful quantum engines in a spiral arrangement, with a large amount of Quantum Locks along a short barrel. The Quantum Shields were rebuilt and replaced, even as Mathew's very will changed the shape and purpose of these devices. Through a mere whim, his weapons were recreated, a variation of the Clone Emperor's devices being used to 'eat' and 'print' devices in whatever method Mathew imagined nearly instantly.

"You think you can teach me manners? Through a show of worthless force, like an arrogant fool? You don't even realize the worth of what you've lost, just to disregard the lives of others so casually. You aren't a man, you aren't even alive." The massive cannon focused power, a massive distortion in space growing, only barely contained by the many gravity locks, unfocused, and yet created far differently from before. A design based on applying the ideas of the Clone Emperor's technology to his own control of quantum particles, allowing him limited control over the fabric of space. "Let me show you something that you lack. Something that's beyond your comprehension, something you will never understand." Thousands of cannons slowly moved away from the sides of Mathew's ship, attached to special gravitational beams that allowed them to reposition themselves into a better firing formation. "Feel the force of a life, asshole." Created through the Production Facility aboard the Terebithia, as well as brought in via the newly requisitioned Fiction Gate, thousands upon thousands of drones were fired rapidly through this combat tunnel that launched them rapidly. Like a swarm of doom, as through the red mist, an uncountable army of armored drones. Already deployed as they landed around Darkside's position, already firing. Uncountable numbers launched at the planet, and uncountable numbers were torn to pieces as Darkside would retaliate. Drones fought and died, even as they were teleported back to be repurposed, rebuilt from their base materials.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

At the center of the universe, there was a black hole. With a mass 40.000.000.000.000 times greater than that of the star we call the sun. It's gravitational pull was so great that the entirety of the known universe was in orbit around it. Entire galaxies moved in orbits that took thousands upon thousands of years to complete, in what was known as the Galactic Year, compared to the Solar Year, the time it took for any star to orbit the center of it's respective galaxy. This was the point around which all matter in known existence orbited, a cornerstone on the natural order of things, and it was prison to one of the greatest demons this universe had ever known.

An'Ub Tellrac, the Lord of All, a creature that had, when it was unleashed first at the creation of this universe, devoured thousands of Gods. It hopped from world to world, and it's maw could devour the very souls of those it encountered. Growing ever stronger on the souls of entire pantheons of divine and magical beings, it soon became an unstoppable force, with an almost absolute resistance to magic. No God could face it, no mage could harm it, no weapon could kill it, and it became a threat to every divine being in the universe. Then, one day, as the Gods fought the beast, a God known as the Deciever came up with a plan. Using their bodies consisting of energy, the Gods moved to this great Black Hole, and as An'Ub Tellrac followed them, the sheer gravitational pull had crushed it into an infinitely thin layer of atoms. Even thus, however, it lived on, in eternal torment and captivity, locked away in the depths of space.

Of course, this is all far too serious and boring. Screw all that stuff.



Laughing, Bob emerged from the Black Hole, even as it, as well as An'Ub Tellrac, were transformed into a giant flying chicken. Screeching and squawking, it's gravity dissolved to insignificance, the entire universe began to collapse. Thousands of orbits suddenly disturbed, as planets and stars flew off to the edge of space. Entire galaxies were set on collision courses, as massive explosive collisions occurred on an intergalactic level. Billions of worlds were flung away from their stars, as the civilisations on them tried desperately, to no avail, to save their pitiful lives from the infinite void. Lack of energy, heat death, galactic collision, stellar collision, planetary collision, lack of heat..... all life in this universe was written up to die, regardless of how they handled their mere technology, their doom as inevitable as the rising of the sun. Or, as it turns out, far more inevitable than that.

Of course, all this would take billions upon billions of years, as the effects of this gravitational shift moved slowly throughout the galaxy. The movement speed of galaxies would mean it would take thousands of years for them to reach one another even if they were on collision courses. In fact, it would most likely take a couple of thousands years for this universe's lifeforms to realize just how screwed they were, wasn't that boring? As such, Bob gave the laws of physics the middle finger, and made his voice travel at the speed of screw you, which is instant. "YOU'RE ALL FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKED!" The shout was everywhere and yet nowhere at once. In fact, the echoes from different parts of the universe meant that it would hit many planets mutliple times over the course of the next couple of thousand years. No doubt when the people were fighting to load al their babies onto the space ark, they'd appreciate the memo.