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Species Entry

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Name: The Absque Conglomerate.
Age: 8,654,001.3
Gender: Reproduce Asexually?
Extra Information: A race from the nearby Andromeda galexy within the plane of Universia, The Absque once lived upon the planet of Haeszin, before they used up all its resources. In an attempt to save themselves they managed to use the other planets within their star system to acquire the necessary resources for a galactic transmigration. So it was that the Absque expanded throughout the Andromeda galexy, pillaging every resource they could find and wiping out numerous other species in the process. When other races reach Andromeda, all they will find is an empty dead galexy.

Several million years ago the Absque arrived in what humans know as the Milky Way Galexy, and what the Absque know as Isghkik shteka, which roughly translates to "Useless Material," in their language.

However, before they could pillage more than one hundred star systems, the Absque suddenly realized that they could no longer produce offspring. So they began to expand their networks to detect any hope of rejuvenating their race before all of them died out--since they had only achieved pseudo-immortality, rather than quasi-pseudo-true-complete-whole immortality syndrome, which they discovered was impossible for their kind.

After several thousand years of being horrible impotent failures, the Absque Conglomerate had not only established a massive galactic empire, but they had finally discovered a planet with radio signals speaking almost exclusively--once they had translated the race's inane languages--of something referred to as "Getting Kid." It appeared that "kid," was something about offspring and proliferation and "Getting," was the act of receiving, taking, acquiring, or becoming something. They weren't sure, it was all very obscure to their alien brains.

So it was that they set a course for the "Sol System," which they dubbed Ghahtah Maehj, which translates roughly into the human concept for "Hope," but precisely translates into "Initiative Kidwinking."

Within the last two years the Absque's main mothership has arrived in the Sol system and a smaller Fathership has been sent near Mars, so that it could release a ship hopefully named Bamph, which means "Childship," to the planet Earth in pursuit of the ability to "Get kid".

The Swapees

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Disclaimer: Both individuals are looking not only for each other, but for the elusive art of getting kid, as doing so would allow a ritual enabling them to summon one another thus expediting their goals.

Primordial Body Bob

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Name: Bob.
Age: "I mean, if you must know, I'm 32."
Gender: Isn't it obvious?
Extra Information: Just an average guy, with not so average powers. Basically an Eldritch Humanoid Abomination unde rthe classification of Primordial Child had its mind displaced and as a result, a guy named Bob--a totally normal human being with an average job and an average life and family--got transplanted into the Primordial Child's body. So now, with all the abilities of the Primordial Child, but without any of the know how or presence, Bob must find his swapee so that perhaps he can regain his real life so that no longer will he have to deal with a Fanta Sea.

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Primordial Mind Ehkseth mae'lrythcar dae

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Name: Ehkseth mae'lrythcar dae
Age: Age is so beyond my true self that you cannot even begin to fathom it...though this body is 32. Truly, tis not my body.
Gender: Hahahahahaha, oh you make me laugh, puny lacking mortal entity. Gender means nothing to a Primordial Child...though this body is male. Truly it is not mine!

Extra Information: The mind of the Primordial Child Ehkseth mae'lrythcar dae, the being which controls all that is within the Place without Edges, but not the Edge without a Place, stuck within the body of an average mortal human. He possesses the consciousness of Ehkseth mae'lrycar dae, a powerful Primordial entity with few equals, but with the abilities of your average mortal man.

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Lore Entry

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Realms Known...or Heard Within

Hell 1 “The Lesser of five evils. A realm in which you are transmogrified into an Absque. This realm is fairly peaceful in pleasant due to the Absque having gone through so many hardships in life. Dimensionally located in the very center of Universia/The Fourth Dimensional Planesworld, transposed over our existence.”

Hell 2 “This realm is known as the Guild Discord Chat Hell and is a truly erroneous, chaotic, and confusing clusterfuck of a realm. This realm is furthest away from Universia, but it was not always so. Hell 2 is the only Hell that moves in an elliptical rotation around the Fourth Dimensional Planesworld.”

Hell 3 “Detroit.”

Hell 4 “The realm in which the Sentinels of Nya have made their base of operations. Currently that is all is known.”

Hell 5 “The worst hell. The realm in which the Corescythes and the INFERNAL CHILD BEING, and its siblings, resides. Within, but without this Hell is the Chamber of the Prodigal son wherein the other Childbeings and the great Transient Childbeing slumber. Dimensionally located diagonally to the top right of Universia/The Fourth Dimensional Planesworld. This Hell is also known as The Bright Emptiness of the Unknown Abyss, aka TBEUA/Tableau aka The Vortex.”

Universia "Aka The Fourth Dimensional Planesworld, is the realm in which many of the mortal brained races dwell, including the Absque and practically all of Humanity."

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Lore Entry

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Disclaimer: Both individuals are looking not only for each other, but for the elusive art of getting kid, as doing so would allow a ritual enabling them to summon one another thus expediting their goals.

Primordial Body Bob

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Name: Bob.
Age: "I mean, if you must know, I'm 32."
Gender: Isn't it obvious?
Extra Information: Just an average guy, with not so average powers. Basically an Eldritch Humanoid Abomination unde rthe classification of Primordial Child had its mind displaced and as a result, a guy named Bob--a totally normal human being with an average job and an average life and family--got transplanted into the Primordial Child's body. So now, with all the abilities of the Primordial Child, but without any of the know how or presence, Bob must find his swapee so that perhaps he can regain his real life so that no longer will he have to deal with a Fanta Sea.

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Primordial Mind Ehkseth mae'lrythcar dae

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Name: Ehkseth mae'lrythcar dae
Age: Age is so beyond my true self that you cannot even begin to fathom it...though this body is 32. Truly, tis not my body.
Gender: Hahahahahaha, oh you make me laugh, puny lacking mortal entity. Gender means nothing to a Primordial Child...though this body is male. Truly it is not mine!

Extra Information: The mind of the Primordial Child Ehkseth mae'lrythcar dae, the being which controls all that is within the Place without Edges, but not the Edge without a Place, stuck within the body of an average mortal human. He possesses the consciousness of Ehkseth mae'lrycar dae, a powerful Primordial entity with few equals, but with the abilities of your average mortal man.

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Dark Horse is an idiot. Doesn't he know the only way that ritual would work is if he clutched in his hands an Arby's coupon and a 50 year old toaster?

@AdobeFlash

i have written these notes down. Maybe one day he'll get kid enough to understand this.

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D ark Hors e

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He could feel Blue. The sadness resounded. He didn't know why or how, but he knew his tears trembled and burst as they fell through the air. His eyes narrowed and he wiped away his tears with a black handkerchief, before wiping the blood of a gotten child upon the 'kerchief. Nodding his head he began drawing sigils along the walls of the highschool he had just murdered everyone within, except for the adult staff members. He had forced them to evacuate by taking hold of all the children with the power of Mytlh'ld Agoth, the Dark Seance Reaver.

Smiling mysteriously, Dark Horse unsheathed his blacksteel katana and used it to impale the single Gotten Child who lay now in the middle of a thrice drawn pentagram. Dark Horse begun to chant as the blood pooled beneath the lost child, soaking into the carpet, and drawing strange markings in its fibrous material.

"م̡̛͠ن̢͏͡ ̡̧͟͠خ̶̵̧͞ل̵̸̛͠ا̵̷̴ل̵́͡҉ ̸̧͡ض̶̡͘͡͏و̨҉́͞ء͜ ̧͡͠ا̧̀͡ل̛͟͞͠͞ظ̕͢͡҉̴ل͜͜ا̧̧͡م̨͞ ̨̢م҉̵̨́ن͜͝ ̶̀͢͟ع̷̷̛̕̕ي̷̵و̢̕͠ن̶̢ ҉̷́͘͢ر҉̨̧͡ؤ̷̡ي͟҉̢͏҉ة̶̀́͝ ̸̵̨͡ا̡̛ل̵͟҉̢ا̧́͞م̶̵̶́͡م̵͢ ̷̀̕͢ا̶̧͘ل҉҉̶م̵̢̡͜ت̢ح̕͠د͘͟͜͝͡ة̶̀͡ ̧̡͡҉͘ا̷̶̧͜ل͘͡خ̢͏ا͟͜͜͞͏ص̷̴͡ ̵̛̀͢ب̸̢͠͠ك́،̸̢̕͠͡ ̶̨̕͘͠و̷̷̵̕͝ر̛͜͜س̷̢͜م̵̨̛͝ ̶̕͝͡͡ع͢͞͞͠ل̴͏̧͝͝ي̨̨̛̀͠ه̨͟ا̷ ̧̨ك̡̧́͝ل̧̕͢͞ ̨̕ش̷̵͟͞ي̡͟͝ء̴̷̨҉̸.͘͜ ͏̶͘ت̨̧́ص̴̸̢̀͘ب̴̨̛͢ح͜͢͡ ̧́م̡̨͜͞͞ح͢҉م̀͟ص̷͞ة̶̵.̧̕͜͠͡ ̶̵̡͝أ̶̡̢͠͠خ̸̢҉͏ر̶͏ج̧̨ ̷̛͢͟͞ض̶̡و̧̛́ء̧̡̧́.͏̶̶̡̕ ͜͞ا̡́͟ل̨̛͡ا̨҉̵͘ن̛҉ز̵̴̧ل̶̴̧͟͝ا̛͘͠ ҉͜ب̸͘͞͞ع͟͟͞ي̴̀͘د͘͟ا̴́ ̵͢ف̷̡͝͞͡ي̶̕͟ ̷̵̡̛́ا̵́ل̕͡͠ظ̀͘͜͡ل̷̶҉̨́ا̵̧̢م́͝ ̢̛̕ب̷͟͜͞ي̷̷͝ن̸̨ ̸̢̕͠҉ا̢̧̀͟͝ل̵̀́͟͡ع̢́و̨͟͠҉̷ا̸̵̧͜͠ل̶̶̀̀͡م̴̢͢.̸̷̛̕͘ ҉̀͢͢ف̢͡͏̛ت͘͝ح̸̷̵̛́ ҉͏͠͏̷أ҉͞ب̸́̕͡و̸̨͢͝͝ا̴̸̡́ب̸̀́̕͜ ̵̡̛̕م͘͢ن͢͝ز̴͘ل̵̵̧͘̕ق̶͟ة̀̕͜ ̀͞҉̧́ا̀͘͜ل͝خ̡̀͡͏͠ل̶̡̧́͢ق͢ ҉̴̛̕͢و̀́͝ا̴͠ل̶͜ت̷̵̢͡د̴̨م̶͜͢͢ي̴͏ر͢͞҉́.̢͢
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͏̨́ا҉̀͟͝س̷̨͢͡م̵͡͠ح̷و̵́ا͘͢͞͞ ́́͝҉͡ل̴ي̨̀́ ͘͜ا́͜͠͏͞ل̧͢͡͝م̧͘͡د̶͢͞خ̨̀ل͘.̵͟҉̢ ̶̴͘͝أ͏̷ن̴̶̀͟͜ا̛͡ ͏҉ت̴ت̛͡ط̸̵ل͟͢͞ب̴͘͟͡͞ ̡̛̀͜ا̸̶̡͢͏ل̢͢͜ا̵̸̢͘ب̵͠ن̶̕͞͏͡ ̸̶̷̛ا̷̵ل̶̧ض̨҉ا̨͘͡ل̨͡.̵̸͜͟͞ ̢͢أ̴̵̨̢͜ن̵̨̨͡ا͏̢̢͝ ̸͡҉̶ت̸̷͏́ت̧͜͜ط̨̧́͢ل̵̸͟͝͡ب͢͢͞͝ ҉̢͢͠ _{CHILDBEING INFERNAL، ELGHEKJHEAE MAEJUI} م̡́͢͞͞ن͏̵ ҉́͘͢͠ب̧̛͏̸ع̶̶͜د̡͞ه͢͏ ̸̢͢͡د̸͘͘و͏̴̀͡ن̴͘͘͞҉ ҉͞ح̛͡͡و̶͘͟͝͞ا̶̢͢͟ف͘͢͜͝.͠"

The blood spread, the symbols proliferated, forming in blood on the walls, ceilings, and floors of the entire school. Dark Horse smiled darkly, his eyeshadow shifting with glee, and his scars crawling along his wrists, forming yet more symbols. He could feel the dark ether flowing through him. He could feel the Beyond, he could feel the Place without Edges.

The tears rolled from his eyes and, overwhelmed with emotion by the building dark energies, Dark Horse began to recite rhyme, "By the dark forms of my emotions,
Shifted through the world,
Why oh why is my sadness bring,
Why oh why do the classes reem,
With...with blood and dying children.
Cut my wrists, bring me more,
I know the world's normies are fithy whores,

Only I can bring HIM forth,
Only I can make the being of INFERNAL be brought forth.,
From the directions, South, East, West, and North,
This is the End."

The emotion and power subsiding after reaching their the EDGE of their DARK zenith, Dark Horse ceased his impromptu poetry recital and turned his attention to the vast defilement before him. Then his smile fell for he realized that it was no dark being which clawed its way from the dank depths of the Beyond, but instead it was YOUR MOTHER.

He shuddered, eyes opening wide in disbelief and terror. The fat rolled off of the allegedly female being, its eyes were sunken and no life was in them, it had many mouths, and an ass so huge that he did not know if there was an end. Over its entire surface were nipples, crumbs, and smearings of ketchup, fat grasped marshmallows, peanut butter, jelly, and even the errant piece of now rotting pizza. "Oh god..." he uttered, drawing an inverted cross through the air over his heart.

He then drew a circle and a true cross, before drawing a pentagram as well. He pulled out his razor blade, cut his wrist, and whipped it forth, sending his dark blood onto the abomination. YOUR MOTHER jiggled and gurgled, and screeched as the blood as it burned its divinely unholy essence.

He sprayed it again with his let blood, driving it back as he stood up and continued to do so, walking towards it slowly while chanting poetry under his breath. He knew that the Art of Edge was too powerful for YOUR MOTHER to handle. It recoiled and began frantically pulling its rolls of fat and naked flesh through the tear in space-time dimensionality until finally, with a final spray of let blood, YOUR MOTHER crawled back into the far away crevice of reality in which she/it belonged. "Shit man, that was way too fucking close. Next time I better bring holy water, myrrh, and maybe find a demon to execute it for its blood. Maybe an angel too, just to be fair."

He glanced around the room and frowned, such a waste of valuable Gotten Children, all for naught. He must have botched the ritual. He would have to try again, he said, for he, like many, required kid.

With this in mind, he exited the blood soaked, Eldritch embroiled highschool building, the sirens of the authorities approaching. He would be gone before anyone could do anything.

So it was that he took to high level Lurking, shifting between shadows and moving out of sight.

Nearby--more specifically two-hundred city blocks away--a group of hobos suddenly looked up "Did you feel that?" One asked another, "Yeah man, but I don't think it's worth paying attention to." One agreed, "Yeah...fucking Dark Horse..." his friend gave him a weird look as if to say 'What the fuck is Dark Horse and why are you acknowledging it' before he actually said "What the fuck is Dark Horse and why are you acknowledging it??" One shrugged and they went back to trying to find kid in a dumpster.

Also food and water and shelter.

Translations

Get kid. <--- Link.Through the dark light of your un seeing eyes, draw forth everything. Become a toaster. Bring forth the light. Slide away the darkness between realms. Open the sliding doors of creation and destruction.

Allow me entrance. I require the Prodigal Son. I require the INFERNAL CHILDBEING, ELGHEKJHEAE MAEJUI OF THE BEYOND WITHOUT EDGES.

T H E I N F E R N A L C H I L D B E I N G

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OBSERVATION.

Second post.

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_{B L U E}

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_{>>--Above is seen an interpretation of Blue's Visage--<<}

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So it was as the concept of B l u e came further into his being and so it was that the world around them warped, the american flag warped, the stars warped, star trek's enterprise warped, 1983's Great Blue Whale Incursion Warped, and there it was, the concept, the entitiy, the many, the all, the one and only Blue.

"I am here, my existence has been uttered. There is no other, there is only the one. The Blue, the truest, the lie of other colors is gone. Your savior is here, here to let in the water. To let in the calm. To be the color of your blood through skin. To be the sky that you look up to--night and day, day and night, evening and afternoon, morning and dawn. Before you speak you must know that your savior. Your god, my prophet, one of many, will arrive soon."

He looked to the steadfast American hero, the founding father, one of the many founders who used B l u e in their words, in their anthem. Then there was the Trump, but it seemed he had been Trump...card. For he was a game, but not a card game, no he was a political game, a blasphemy to the color B l u e, to the idea B l u e, to everything that Blue was, could be, will be, is, is not, might ever be within the infinitesimally small or large. “Your existence here is blasphemous, despite your possession of a princess related to a supreme Ice Blue Prophet, the Witchmagess Elsa. I can't believe you would desecrate the sacredness of the Divine Blue, of the Pillars of Color. But to defile the sister of one of the great B l u e, to the ideaB l u e prophets. For shame, for shoes, for skies, for ocean and ice B l u e, to the idea B l u e s.”

Blue shook itself in disgust, its existence shuddering. Harambe would know his sorrow, his disappointment, his wrath, his Blueness.

Sadness slipped into all that was B l u e, to the idea B l u e. The sky drooped, the oceans swelled and fell away, before rising once more. Stars blinked out then shifted back into existence repeatedly. The eyes of B l u e eyed children and animals alike wept, whether they had been got or begotten through the process of getting—or getting kid.

To ease his wrath and depressive sadness, Blue gestured, and so it was that a picture, which contained B l u e became a portal of B l u e so that one Prophet of Blue could arrive. It would be the arrival of his dear friend, and the greatest of great apes: Harambe.

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Otto Lancanza

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Otto, suddenly moving, realized that the doctor had been gone for several minutes already and that he had been in some kind of strange stasis. He marveled at the great power that that amoeboid surgeon possessed. Turning his attention elsewhere, Otto sheathed his industrial ductape and the cards he'd made from them before his arrival and headed towards the bed where the rune-writ child lay. It was but a baby, yet it was silent, noiseless, and its eyes lacking the comprehension of a living being.

It lived, yet...was not present. Yet he could not understand it, for the child was clearly not gotten. Yet, as he took it into his arms, he could not get kid. Why couldn't he get kid. He had got the child in his arms, he had the baby in his grasp.

Then he realized, a baby was not a kid. It was an infant.

His eyes widened at the realization, "H-how can this be. We...we've been fooled!" Otto unceremoniously laid the vegetative baby back upon the operation pedastle and turned to the others who were present. "We can't let this failure rot our souls or we will have been gotten. We must unite and find a way to transcend this, to transcend the transcendent so that we may deal with this monstrosity at its source. We must...we must go to The Vortex. I believe it is the only way."

I believe, he thought.

I believe in magic... he thought with song.

It was the only way.

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THE G3TTTENING

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An event at which point the INFERNAL CHILDBEING'S influence upon Earth and all subsequent worlds became culminet. On earth it has gained the above name and is known too as the time in which Humanity decided to begin Rising up to defeat the great INFERNAL CHILDBEING. To some, the G3TTTENING is still in full flux.

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T H E I N F E R N A L C H I L D B E I N G

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WATCHING.