synkar - omega

(narration: author) on the other side of vental, far away from the modern and utopian city lies a barren, broken-down wasteland. the wasteland is filled with a swamp-like liquid that inhabits it’s so called premise, however the premise is limited to a wall-like structure built around it using high amounts of cotton, making thick, 30 foot walls surrounding the wasteland. the wasteland, much like its dirtiness and poor, foul character and atmosphere, has piles of trash and garbage stacked on top of each other surrounding the entire deserted swamp, filling it up more with bog and interminably covered sources of water than it originally should have. the wasteland also seems to be filled with many pillars and swamp-like creatures. the swamp around the city is filled with many creature-made structures such as boats and small cottages, which also inhabit the many long and thick pillars surrounding the city. the pillars seem to be connected using railroads and streets, and upon the first inspection of the city there seem to be around 15 pillars all connected in some way or another. the pillars seem to have toxic trademarks on them, but instead of the usual grey association to such pillars, we see many structures in place of the pillars, structured around them and hanging from long grey structural pipes all connected directly to the pillars’ center. some of the pillars are also hanging by wires all built around them, making them stay in place. wires are also visible in some connections between the pillars where there is isolation and a lack of railroads, most likely used as radio signals. there are three main railroads, one which connects all the pillars, a second one which seems to be isolated from the giant pillars and a third which is the highest, separating the modern city from the rugged swamp. there are creatures both inside and outside the buildings around the pillars, however the ones that are outside are usually ones without power or intelligence to even realize they are able to enter, or not strong enough to do so. those creatures are usually manticores or satyr-looking birds or creatures outside the main center, around the wilderness in the swamp. the creatures outside seem to have a tail with a head on it, the birds having multiple heads on their tail. deeper into the wasteland there seems to be a ledge and a hill, the hill being occupied by a broken and torn down castle. the castle seems to not be in use, since around it and inside of it there are many cottages, silos and small hut-like agricultural structures. the castle seems to be massive, but the buildings around it even bigger, covering the entire visible sky from inside the pillar-view. the pillars are placed in that way that the castle is only slightly visible. the railroad that is used as a border between the modern and deserted city is painted in different colors, mostly light blue, dark purple and green, however the entire area is so broken down that the colors are faded. the only visible color difference in the entire area is a single modern-like robot sitting on top of his electro-cycle in the neutral creature-like body posture. his machine seems to be grey and old, but yet stable and aerodynamic. he jumps on top of his vehicle and slowly steers it towards a nearby valley, right below the painted railroad. the first view of the valley is blood carved into the stone pillars around the floor. next to the bloody mess stand multiple five inch pillars, three of them knocked over and the fourth crushed into pieces, but barely standing. on the right side of the valley sit two connected pillars, filled with graffiti paintings of death and vigor, however illustrated through innocent paintings of cartoon animals. on the left side of the valley there seems to be a single grey wall, however, sitting in front of it is a black haired homeless man with a bruised, cut up face. his eyeballs seem not to be functional, and his penis cut off, leaving a hole around the skin of his genitalia. above the man’s neck crawls a motionless, stationery but disturbingly non-oblivious star-shaped alien, sucking on the man’s blood. the robot seems slightly disturbed by the sight, not because of the gore, since, that is what would usually strike creatures as a sign of disturbance, but rather the fate of the event happening right there, potentially coincidental but yet blatantly scripted. viewing a homeless man on the street, even worse, a broken down and ruined, cut up homeless man, not fighting back against an obvious or maybe already long-time stationary predator sparks disgust. this disgust is usually used by the brain to signal a way of potential risk, by nature’s law. however, robots are unable to connect neurons, so rather than life warning the robot through his gut feeling or disgust that there is a higher chance than usual of a nearby threat, the robot is intelligent enough to figure that out on his own. seeing a homeless man on the street is a sign that you have been marked as a new predator, a contestant of the territory of some sorts, especially signaling the threat higher since there have been so far zero intelligent beings in the coast. that is quickly broken off however as the robot finds the source of information he has been looking for. under a pillar of rocks near one of the pillars he finds a small hidden canal. the canal’s water is light purple and full of small insects and tentacle-like creatures. he looks around and then jumps into the canal, swimming through the shore and entering a darker part of a washed-up area of the canal. the end of the canal is surrounded by rocks and passageways, and at the dead end there seems to be a small barricaded door. the robot, already in pain from his existing neurons and anti-life complex anti-pain resistances smashes the gate open with a higher force than he would if he didn’t feel any pain, since the water constantly sparks the small amount of electricity on the robot and makes him feel real pain. on top of the rocks, above the cliff around the gate basks a gold-haired young man. the boy realizes the robots’ path and decides to, shortly after the robots footsteps are no longer heard through the tunnel, leave the apocalyptic railroad around the wasteland and follow him through the gate. he, however, before continuing down the sewage grabs one of the nearby pipes of the sewers’ many broken down chains and strings and holds it in his metal-covered hand. his face, much like the rest of his half-robotic half-bruised body seems to be full of dullness and misery. the shine in his eyes is gone, and instead of a bright and beautiful smile his face holds a constantly un-empathetic look to it. he looks constantly paralleled and in shock, but in a way that wouldn’t give him the opportunity to ask any questions for specific subjects, he seems dazzled by life’s complexity yet completely unentertained and un-optimistic about finding an entity to answer them, he’s eager to learn yet understands that he will never find a teacher. he grips the metal bar in his hand and smiles with a murderous look in his face, stabbing the concrete-filled pipe into his head. his brains fully burst out, but he doesn’t drop down or fall in pain gasping for help, instead he simply stands in place, not moving a muscle. after a few seconds of staring straight into a wall he snaps back to reality, holding his hand around his eyes. he then lets out a huge screech, gasping for air. he takes a couple of deep breaths and then calms down. he takes his hand away from his eyes and places it on the metal bar, pulling it out from his already cut out, fully open and bleeding head. he lets out one final screech before calming down. his eyes then glow bright yellow, almost golden. his feet fly above the surface with no external source, zooming through the already thick and stone-filled space as he radiates through the hole. right before the end of the tunnel he meets the robot he has been tracking. the robot is no longer on his vehicle as he seems to have left it and is now alone. however, instead of the robot reacting to the gold-haired boy behind him, he seems motionless, unable to move or react. that is because, he in fact is, as so is every single other entity, at least from the gold-haired boys’ perspective or mindset. the boy stopped time, and is now the only one able to move through space. he moves closer to the robot, inspecting it. he reaches for his belt and pulls it slightly upward. he walks around to the head of the robot, dusting off one of his shoulder blades. he moves one of his arms slightly forward, and bends his right leg 60 degrees backwards. he then pulls one of his arms backwards, towards where he left the metal pipe and gravitates it using some type of power, which the boy later realizes is incaresioum, re-launching it towards his brain. the metal bar smashes into the boys head again, bursting through his already destroyed brain once, but this time he feels no pain. he feels a sort of relapse through his skin, and he reacts to it boldly. his eyes burst out the previously experienced gold lighting from his eyes, but this time much harder. the boy quickly goes through the open field and his brain suddenly impulses and bursts open fully. out of his brain arrive small and miniature crystal-shaped neuron-looking bubbles. the bubbles suddenly flow through the atmosphere and connect, constantly switching and multiplying from thin air and then deleting themselves or entering other pairs of bubble-formed groups. – incorrect texture, incorrect wall placement, incorrect room temperature, incorrect sign logo – the boy continuously looks around the surface area using the bubbles and mumbles errors to himself. he then pulls the bubbles towards the center of his brain and re-launches them into all directions. the bubbles suddenly pop into thin air and his eyes come back to their normal blue color. the boy snaps back to reality and then flicks his hands forward. he repeatedly grasps his fingers towards his palm as he changes his surroundings. the cave is now much bigger and thicker in diameter, the entire surface area is way more detailed and now full of small insects and rock-shaped textures, it is way colder both inside and outside the cave, the robots’ look is now completely changed, instead of aerodynamic and simplistic it’s now full of small and interesting gadgets. the boy seems contempt with his achievements before realizing he is unable to walk in front of the robot as he would ruin the illusion of a dimensional and atmospherical change before he continues time, so he simply flicks his wrist forward and snaps his fingers, instantly bending time and teleporting in front of the robot. he then walks another ten feet, and gets to the edge of the cave. he puts his feet down on a nearby pipe connected right below the hole he just came out of. he looks forward and sees the entire wasteland of pillars and structures. he views over the entire city’s coast. a wide variety of boats, huge structures and the massive broken down castle now filled with various creature-built machinery and infrastructure. he looks down and realizes there are many holes in this wall all connecting down to one giant pipe system around the wall he came out of. very few creatures are seen at this exact spot, as the area he’s entering from seems deserted in general. he jumps from the cave hole and drops down to the ground, but doesn’t fall all the way using incaresioum, negating the fall damage he was going to intake. he then swiftly falls down multiple times from the mountain hills and makes his way to one of the pillars through the many cables connecting the towers and many ladders placed around the structures. he stops at a nearby building and uses his monstrous claws to grip through a pillar wall and climb up a vent, leading him to an open café area on top of the first section of a pillar. the café is covered in green mattresses and uses sterile, slimy and highly intimidating creatures with enormous mouths as trashcans. the gold-haired boy turns around and views the entire area. a purple sun ruptures through the many pillars and hits the boy directly. the many manticores around the area stand up and withdraw their wings, testing the limits and speed of the air before taking off and getting away from the hot heat of the sun. however, they get near the cave and realize the unnatural temperature drop, freezing from the coldness and almost instantly dying out as miniature icicles get in the middle of their wings, spiraling them downwards and crashing them into the nearby mountain surrounding the cave holes. the boy smirks when they do, showcasing that that was his plan, however not realizing that the manticores are smart enough to not move further as all of the manticores who escaped the hot sun got stuck in a barrier of freezing temperatures and flinged into their death. he then goes inside of the café and grabs a kitchen utensil, stabbing himself. he starts screeching again, however before he stops gaining consciousness and fading into his golden mode he slips the utensil into his cut-out and poorly made pocket. his eyes burst out again and his brain relapses information and then lets out another pair of bubbles. he turns around to the manticores and instantly kills them, making them fall onto a metal string right below a pair of houses on the very bottom below the pillar. he then sinks an entire un-used mountain down into land almost instantaneously and changes the color of the sun from purple to green. he then transforms back into his normal mode and re-gains consciousness, sending the bubbles away from his head. however we are in the open, so the bubbles can be seen visibly going to the many creatures around the area. the boy turns around and looks at the flying manticores and then he realizes that… – the manticores are mobile… time… time continued – the boy realizes. his almost fully destroyed brain uses the leftover energy it has left to do one last lapse of information. it realizes it is in danger, similar to a creatures’ gut feeling. the kids brain then explodes into pieces, and then, in its place, pops up a new, greener and smaller one. the brain can be seen very slowly growing bit by bit, but only in miniature amounts. a metal electric clock shows up in place of the brain with a number on top. ten minutes. the boy gains the danger signal from the brain just as the new one starts to come out and instantly turns around, next to a robotic woman. the woman takes off the huge-mouthed creature mask using a mirroring sweeper and reveals herself. her eyes are fully black and have no iris, revealing an empty void as the main anomaly in her soul to the boy. a final bubble pops out of the boys’ head as he reacts to the woman’s presence, by not moving at all. the bubble swiftly flies towards the woman; however she looks up and puts her arms to the side, revealing her own set of miniature however deadly bubbles. around three of them swarm towards the boys’ bubble and take it down, all three dying in the process. she then pulls her chin up using a robotic leaver on her back and directs her arm towards her waste, pulling out a grey chip centered around her waist, taking it out and holding it in her hand. the chip transforms into a massive, red and bloody runic trident, almost as big as the entire café’s diameter. the boy is still processing the information around him, and as he finally snaps he realizes his situation, and out of lack of ways to react defensively since a new brain is forming, he simply falls down from the pillar. the woman quickly speeds towards him and pulls many bug-filled and bug-made claws out of her back, all swarming towards the boy. the bugs float under him and pick him up, still holding the claw formation and shape. the woman then flies towards the island, landing on it and then commanding the bugs to throw the boy down. the bugs then re-enter the woman’s body. the woman only shortly after grasps the idea that time is still ongoing, since whenever bubbles come up from what she and many other omega call an ‘oscar’, time is supposed to fully stop during the bubble emergence. however not with this kid, since time seems to be still in motion. the woman then hears footsteps approaching exactly 25 feet away using the many robots inside of her body and breaks a window, hiding in a room in one of the pillars’ many houses. she scans the floor above her, around the café and notices the café owner seems to be setting the shop up. she then pulls her wrist back and speaks in some un-translatable language to a robot inside of her. her wrist then reacts and pulls out many small nanobots from her wrist, most likely by her command. the nanobots pull away from her arm and dig a hole around the ceiling, swiftly attacking and murdering the café owner. she then hides her mask using the same mirror gadget and a massive life-like mouth emerges from her face, ready to devour the kid. however, right before she is about to eat him she realizes that the boy has a machine under the back of his throat. she then completely strips the boy, revealing all types of machinery under and around him. she decides to spare him, placing him on a bed near the room she broke into. on the other side of the pillar, far away from the room, the robot regains consciousness. it instantly realizes that there is something wrong with the landscape and area, his body utilizes and notices the sudden temperature change, but before the robot is able to react it gets hit by a bubble. the bubble breaks the conscious illusion realization and turns him back into a false reality that the golden-haired boy built for the robot. the robot suddenly snaps out of a daze it is yet to realize the meaning for and continues its path down the hole. it makes its way down the many cave holes through a road and walks towards a nearby passage area. it notices many different types of creatures, from ghoul-like monsters to tall and slim knightly figures. the only noticeable shared interest and look to the entire city are the pillars and the dirt poor clothes and lifestyle. nothing modern can be seen around the entire city, especially since the robots’ view of it in his current position is the second best, right after the painted railroad. he makes his way down to the city premise, and takes a big amount of time to pass one of the railroads. on the way towards the city’s main town square he bumps into an old, brown-caped hag down the street. the hag growls and speeds ahead of the robot. the robot flinches and continues its way down to the city square. back to the third pillar, the boy’s only thoughts are that of the robot currently holding him in her lap. he re-assembles his memories of her and puts them together. he manages to piece his realizations and his assumptions of the power level of the robot. he realizes that the robot has way more bubbles then him and doesn’t need to hurt herself to make her brain (if she even has one) realize that it needs to change into oscar-mode, so she can switch her mode on and off whenever she wants. he also realizes that his brain growth is going unexpectedly quicker. the woman lays him on the ground and goes to the other room, most likely murdering all of the other creatures in the building, judging by the screams in the other rooms. the boy then suddenly feels a shift in energy. a black energy suddenly consumes the kid and he feels a sudden massive power upgrade. his thoughts and emotions suddenly shift back and are re-gained, back to his normal form. he realizes that he is now able to not only move swiftly, but also realize his position in the world. he touches the premise of his growing brain but instead of a brain or a timer, his head is back to its normal size, same as his brain. he hears footsteps coming closer and scans the area, viewing the woman behind the wall. but before she manages to even scan the wall back, the boy is already far gone, jumping through the wasteland and attracting a wide variety of attention as he jumps through the walls. he accidentally bounces to one of the chains connecting a giant pillar and collapses an entire range of ladders. this attracts a coast guards attention, a black-clothed and drained old man with a machine about to fall off and collapse. the man takes the machine and, out of curiosity decides to speed forward and follow the boys trail. shortly after the guard, follows the robotic woman, now full of fury, but unable to show it as her eyes seem to always be life-less. she uses her bug-like claws to also jump through the buildings and scans the boy’s footsteps, following him. she turns a corner and enters a dark alley close to the intersection between the third pillar and a nearby set of stores. she sees the black-clothed guard walking quite fast. she follows after him without making too much noise, stopping him and attempting to ask him a question. she forces him to turn around, but instead of a confused old man she sees an immobile and quite un-expressionless guard, almost instantly realizing that time is stopped. the guard’s face is un-expressionless and full of regret and misery. she drops the guard on the ground and slips a gold coin into his pocket, instantly casts a wide variety of bubbles. the bubbles travel towards all the entities around the area and cut themselves in half to connect to most the people the oscar system tends to make forget the illusions’ difference from reality, however one bounces back. she looks at the bubbles direction and makes haste, following the direction it came from. the gold-haired boy is way ahead of the woman, constantly keeping guard of her location using his advanced complex-made gut reactions. he feels warmth near an area and, as he has been doing per usual, follows that natural-given path, finding himself in front of a casino with two open and cut-out doors. he steps inside and pulls one of his legs forward, stepping on and smashing a bottle on the floor. he then picks up the bottle and smashes it into his head and runs towards an open desk in the middle of a casino, smashing himself into it, breaking it and smashing himself again, this time face-first onto a wall. he knows he is unable to break the wall but still continues to do so, smashing a small bit of it and creating a miniature scar on it, breaking small pieces off of the wall. his face is now completely bloody red and soaking, yet he doesn’t react by falling down. he pulls his back up and attempts to fully stand up, but realizes he is unable to as some of his nerve endings and brain muscles are still connected to the wall from the smashing, so he grips his ankles and forcefully brutalities himself away from the wall. he then instantly kills three men near the desk he smashed his head into by snapping his fingers and then flies into a room where a group of creatures are playing cards. he turns one of them into dust and slides the dust into a corner, he then spawns a wild rat into a nearby sink next to the pub and turns the bartender upside down, making his skin color fully blue and transcending his face patterns while changing his history and escalating his mood, making it deeper and more advanced by disconnecting and reconnecting his nerve endings manually. he then changes the temperature and breaks most of the casino windows, and makes his way into a hallway connecting the tavern. a small amount of frustration can be seen on the kids face as he swiftly walks to the end of the hallway. he makes his way down a staircase of ladders and attempts to open a door. the door is locked so he smashes his way in and makes his way towards the center of the room. he sees multiple rooms, all covered in different colors. the rooms also have titles above the doors. – red, green, blue, purple… white… – the kid mumbles, listing off the visible rooms. he moves into the rooms and suddenly loses quite a bit of memory as his speed of walking is fully slowed and his vision engraved and deeply illuminated. he suddenly realizes the fact that he lost memory and speed of power so he attempts to pull it back and destroy the illusion, but is unable to as he loses his sense of thought and is covered in a deep array of mist and a mysterious, uncanny and bewilderingly mystifying collision happens in his brain. – don’t go to the white room – whispers a voice in his head, instantly sending an unsettling reaction into his brain. he fully combusts and falls to the ground, covering his eyes together with his claws as he thinks of what to do. he decides to follow the voices’ instructions and makes his way deeper into the room to finish what he came to do. but then, he realizes, that going into that room is exactly what he came to do so before he even thinks of the action he is about to do he runs towards the room and burst opens the door, revealing an empty mixture of vintage clothing and a broom, sitting on the wall and placed under a blue plastic basket. he then finally realizes his realization and also thinks through his action, which enables the illumination of the voice to do the same. he doesn’t manage to look at the room further as his interpretation and mindset of the world through his existential visualization of it is completely destroyed, only to be replaced by a confounding creep factor running down his spine and ending at his feet. before he turns around he sees a white mask with two omega symbols as eyes. the omega symbols both have red dots in the middle of them, and the mask also has a sharp and amusing grin to it. he reaches his arm for the mask and realizes there is a black aura around it, one similar to the aura surrounding him and managing and empowering his escape from the pillar. he grabs the mask and finally turns around, fully surrounded by bug-like claws and megalithic spikes and firearms of huge proportions, all tangled up and around the robotic woman. every single one of the gadgets point at the kid, however they don’t cover the woman’s face as the kid is able to easily see her entire body from that angle. he looks at her physiognomy and tries to identify her psychological belongings, attempting to see the resemblance between the woman and himself. the room’s atmosphere is heavy and dark as both the entities reach a conclusion. the kid has no time to come up with a plan, as he is astounded by the mental similarity between both the figures. he looks deep into the woman and sees nothing but a soulless and fully exposed, innocent piece of equipment. however, looking deeper, he also notices a bit of immaturity, the slight tilt of her eyes and hole between the higher part and lower part of her metallic cheek almost scream a cry for help. her eyes seem to be dark and overcast by a shadow, almost invisible and foggy, covered between a steel plate and a long history of losses and hardships. he realizes her immaturity’s source, and figures that, between the long chases, searches and ever so unenthusiastic and lukewarm appearances and goals, she has but no idea what she is doing. she seems to be trapped by life’s grip, unable to find peace and happiness. she seems to be constantly paranoid and in pain by life’s difficulty and complexity, hurt by the amount of pain cast to her, yet she was never thought how to deal with it, unable to make logical decisions that would benefit her. he realizes that she wasn’t able to start a normal conversation with him, simply because she doesn’t want to do so in the first place, almost like she is forced to be here. he examines the situation and before the woman speaks up he grips his fist and attempts to escape, with high expectations of failure. however, instead of frantically hovering over his death in the spider’s nest the woman has created over his helpless body, he manages to find a slipping point, and surprised by the low cost of effort he has to put into escaping he misses the door and slams himself onto a wall. however, he calculates the situation and realizes there’s a very low chance of surviving if he turns around and faces the woman, so he lets himself smash into the wall. the white mask protects his head, leaving almost no damage dealt to his already intensely bleeding brain while his arms and legs smash through the wall, the black energy and aura from before protecting his every move. he quickly slides to the left and leaves the door area, making his way towards a white and fully stained, almost broken down door. my attempts to look for the man have failed, however most of my mission here is done. i am highly glad to have found this quests’ abnormal item, or else i’m afraid i might have died – the kid thinks to himself, but not before realizing that the fact that he has gained an unexplainable black aura has the defect of every single one of his thoughts being heard from the illusion cast by, what the kid assumes to be the robotic woman. he smashes the door open and attempts to enter the area, only to see the woman standing right there, upside down on the wall, like a bionic spider. – speak of the devil – gasps the kid as he stands in place, calculating an action. – it seems as though your own observations of my mental triggered it to be unaware of your sudden movements – observes the woman, moving closer to the kid. – you are forced to be h- you are different – the woman cuts the kid off as she observes him further. – you aren’t a real oscar are you? – chides the woman as the kid backs off even more, but is stopped by the woman’s words. – every single one of us fights for something – claims the kid, running away at high speeds. – i need to find that man and continue time before she messes it up! – he thinks to himself, running even faster backwards, moving his way into the colored door area with the goal of reaching the tavern and finding the man. – are you talking about this one? – the woman suddenly teleports in front of him, holding a black-haired middle-aged human by his left leg, the rest of his body positioned in an anti-climactic way as he is frozen in place, unable to move or fall down as time is stopped, and unable to flop down as the woman’s grip is heavier than his entire body. – the kid’s pulse suddenly rapidly speeds up and his pupils dilate fully. he freezes in place and almost immediately after spawns an array of bubbles and enters the human’s mind. the woman takes that as a challenge and instead of attempting to attack the kid out of fear of the abnormal item’s power she enters the human’s mind as well with her own set of bubbles. after a short amount of time the kid gives up on the human’s mind as he realizes that the difference between the oscar powers between him and the robotic woman are outstandingly in her favor, so he attacks the woman, furious and annoyed at the unknown outcome of the battle of the human’s brain. the woman reacts by dodging his attacks and speeding up her claws, but the kid is even more serious, now fully attempting to use his powers. this awakens a force within him and both the omega-eyed white mask and the black aura around him react, gripping the woman using a black tentacle and forcefully smashing her into the ground. the white mask uses this opportunity to engage onto the woman and creates a golden omega symbol around the woman, teleporting the kid into a wormhole and then re-spawning him behind the woman. the kid manages to swiftly pull his hands forward with the intent to strike, and the black aura uses this opportunity to latch onto the woman’s cable cords, snapping them in half and piercing her head off, fracturing it into pieces. the woman’s entire complex combusts and falls onto the ground shattering. the kid falls onto the ground in shock. the woman’s entire body is smashed onto the ground and left into tiny fragments, each one of them making a small sound as they fall onto the metal floor. one of the metal pieces of the woman’s broken hazel-colored complex crystal latches onto the mask, fusing inside onto it. the kid’s mental situation after his tremendous loss and murder of the woman is left in a horrible situation, which doesn’t help his fully broken down brain from the previous wall head-bumping at all, splashing his head all over the metal floor and squishing it into pieces. the kid is left brainless and destroyed as he falls to the ground. an electric metal clock spawns inside of the kid’s skull, with a number on it. ten minutes, just as last time, is the number featured on the kids head. the final thought he has is an action-based one, the realization that the mask now holds all of the woman’s remains inside of it, so he picks it up and puts it on. time continues, but not before the oscar system clears the entire area of the woman’s remains and the gold-haired boy’s body. the oscar system values the mask as the kid’s property, and teleports it out with him. the entire area is left and changed as the kid commanded it to be and the woman interfered into it, leaving it to the natural oscar bubble system’s controllers (in this instance the kid and the woman) to decide. – the taverns’ bourgeois and middle class to low class peasants usually come in at around noon, which should be around this time – clarifies a black-haired middle aged man sitting on a stool. – are we ready to play some poker then? – replies a white haired man sitting at the end of a chair, drinking a glass of purple liquid. – i don’t know… it just seems like the mood is different this time around. it seems more… chaotic… – observes the black-haired man. – one glass of broxa please – he requests, pointing his eyes towards a four-armed green-skinned bartender nearby. the bartender looks deep into his eyes and realizes his sheer agony and misery. he also looks deeper, seeing his kindness and tenderness towards life. his eyes are like two giant mellow and delicate spheres, each of them so full of life but yet so given up on the idea of hope. they’re wide open and full of the highest power, but at the same time in denial of the existence of any greater good than the sheer melancholy of mediocrity and the power of being fully contempt with life’s pain and struggles to force an individual to obey itself. then he realizes he is dazed off and turns back to reality, using all four of his arms to make the drink. he then walks towards the man and hands him a category of purple liquid, one with a grotesque name tag and a slightly cracked glass, but one enough to sustain the liquid inside without it spilling. he then proceeds to ask him a question: – you mentioned something about the mood sir? – speculates the four-armed bartender. – well… haven’t you noticed? the entire tavern seems more… repulsive. a pandemonium of unsolicited savagery and discord only qualifies to bring the mood down this much more. the walls are all cracked and the atmosphere seems so much more… chilling. the old man who takes your hat off at your entry seems to be down and never even looks up, however he is usually so happy and well-behaved, like a demon entered him or something. the men who usually play cards in the back of the window are simply drinking and talking about their family feuds, and as of late a rare amount of people are joining. the temperature seems colder and the colored rooms are locked off for some reason… – observes the black-haired man. – what have they done…? – creakingly mourns an altitudinous monstrous alien, peeking through the window blinds of the right side of the tavern. his head seems to be dull and circle-shaped and his figure tall, slim and deformed. his hands seem to have a claw-like pincer around the area of the creatures’ fingerprints. the creatures’ head doesn’t seem to have eyes, as a further inspection reveals that he has eight circle-shaped eyes, divided by half on both sides of his head, floating around it, a couple of centimeters away from his head, all floating in a double spiral around both sides of his head. he also seems to have frog-like legs and the area around where mammal’s eyes usually are right above the nose seems to be empty as his eyes are simply floating around his head. – have they really… no, i cannot believe it – he jeers and mutters his words as his first of three rows of hands tremble. his eyes move to the right side of his face and he notices and oncoming vehicle and quickly fades away into a portal-like shadow that he spawned himself, seconds before he senses the oncoming entity. (narration: author) a loud machine can be heard in the distance as footsteps unravel in the distance and smash the door of the tavern open. a couple of creatures turn around to the sound of the knock, but most of them either don’t hear it or simply aren’t flustered enough to turn around and view the opening of the door. the black-haired man also turns around, however he seems to be in suspense and is questioning the most intelligent reaction to the chance of there being a negative motive or a negative certainty or conviction of annoyance considering the fact that his conspiracy seems to be broken down, at least momentarily, by faiths’ refusal to give him the spotlight and garner him attention from the people around him. a modernized and well-marketed robot enters the room, leaving his vehicle at the doorstep. – i do recommend that you leave that away from the door, newcomer – mutters an old man at the right side of the door as he yawns in disapproval of an action needing his compliance to be completed, taking away his single conscious thought away from his brain and into the robotic neophyte at the doorstep. the robot says not a word and complies with the old creatures’ request, stepping outside and parking his aerodynamic motorcycle a couple of meters away from the tavern. – now that is quite interesting, the robot that the gold-haired feeble insolvent was spying on, what do you believe will happen here nero? – asks the eight-eyed tall alien, peaking through a black portal behind a sewage vent. suddenly, a white-furred deformed, cartoon-looking cat appears out of thin air, fluffing its tail around violently. – this isn’t the biggest of oscar conflicts, but this kid, just as isydøre said, might be abnormal, such as the item he managed to wield – says the deformed cat. – and if that is the case, then i do believe that this might be a moment to remember – continues the cat. the robot leaves his vehicle on the ground and runs back to the door, but gets hit by a dead miniature manticore on the way back to the tavern. the manticorns’ tail seems to still be alive, since the eye on it blinks at the robot. most creatures here would be disgusted that one part of a jointed organism is dead, even though the second is still alive; however most members of anti-life don’t have a feeling of disgust therefore the robot simply looks at it, attempting to identify the cause and remembering the fact that there were many dead manticores lying around the street as he got here. he thinks for a while in front of the door however is unable to come up with a logical answer to the question, and turns back to the door to open it. however, on the way to the door he goes over a sewage shaft and steps on something soft and mushy. he quickly reacts and looks down, however just sees a normal shaft. he puts his leg down on the shaft and no longer feels anything, continuing his way to the door. – my head! – mutters the alien as he attempts to ease the pain by putting his palm over it, but hurting himself more in the process with his sharp claws. – you’re way too harmless to be at such a high position in the system of life hiatoshi, imagine the pain of having to stab yourself every single time you want to deploy a dozen hijens and then having to wait ten minutes for brain regeneration to even be able to do it again – laughs nero as he flings his tail around. – weird – the robot thinks to himself as he re-enters the tavern, looking back at his feet one more time before coming in. almost instantly, before the robot is able to react or even view his atmosphere, every single creature in the room except him instantly dies and combusts into pieces, falling to the ground and splattering their organs all over the ceiling and floor. the robot is unable to react by the surprise factor as his expectations simply deleted the chance of this event happening. suddenly, before he is able to even move or come to a final realization that this event is reality, a long and white headed alien jumps from the ceiling. the alien seems to be holding three umbrellas, one of which seems to be opened fully, the second fully closed and the third red and covered in sunflowers, being neither opened nor closed… nor half open or half closed. it is simply there. the robots’ vision magnifies. then he realizes that he has been seeing all three of those umbrellas his entire life and immediately after realizes that that’s a lie, even though he remembers them fully. – wasn’t the sunflower umbrella open? – asks the robot. – and who told you it has sunflowers? or that it even exists? or that if it did it would be open? – asks the long-headed white creature as he steps on the broken glass from the lantern he jumped from, crunching it to pieces as he violently jesters himself towards the robot. – what could you mean by that? – asks the robot, getting closer to the white goblin-looking creature with an extreme case of thoracic kyphosis. the creature drops the closed umbrella and gets closer to the man, inspecting him deeply as he turns around and curves his back lower. he then brushes one of his hands off with the other, signaling an action. a white tea cup spawns from thin air and falls into his sixth and last finger and another identical teacup spawns in the sixth finger of his other hand. he turns around and slowly places them onto thin air, breaking the laws of gravity as he does a weird gesturing noise and slowly coughs, letting off a dead and broken down, almost silent sigh. – come, sit down for a cup of tea – urges the creature as it sits down onto thin air, looking at the robot. the robot’s uniform suddenly flashes a red light, warning him of a nearby serious danger, one that the complex gut feeling is unable to identify. the robot quickly backs off but gets stopped by the creature: – don’t worry, i will not hurt you – smiles the creature as he gasps and quickly coughs, attempting to stop his coughing but horribly failing in the process. the robot seems to fall in a state of tranquility. rather than falling back, it simply comes closer to the robot by an attraction force, and attempts to sit down onto the thin air like the robot did, horribly failing and simply falling to the floor. this creates a loud noise that echoes through the entire tavern, building up the atmosphere even more. the creature also seems to be wearing a woman’s dress, one that is long and quite entrancing, but also one that looks highly eerie and ghoulish on the white creature. – from when did you have a dress? – the robot gets perplexed, attempting to find reasoning and logic in the situation but instantly getting somehow dazed off, unable to find the right words or actions that could ruin his state of tranquility and bring back his conscious mind. the white creature moves closer to the robot, touching the end of his chin with one of his hands and looking him straight in the eye. the white ghoul seems to have deep, fiery blue eyes, ones that know so much but express so little, fully attentive and keen yet so paralyzed and senseless on the outside. they stare at each other’s eyes, fully contemplating and assuming drawbacks, however left unattained and unrestricted, sitting into place and not moving or saying a word. the robot looks back at the dressed-up ghoul, some of his robes getting stuck on the glass ceiling. – i simply want to have a little talk – claims the ghoul, standing up and walking beside the robot. the creature randomly starts to cough violently as the robot looks at him. – why do you keep coughing? – asks the robot, now fully immerse and withdrawn from reality, his red laser shining and beaming faster than ever. – i cough whenever i am lying or saying a false sentence, it is the only time my body has a negative output – chides the creature, his eyes fully lighting up as he smiles disturbingly. – so that means… - exclaims the robot, violently withdrawing back. – you put up an illusion barrier, it all makes sense now! – he says in the exact same tone as before, however now withdrawing back faster than usual, realizing the constant ticking of his red laser beam. – let me ask you infidel, what do you find immersive? does the blistering sensation of nonsensical preposterous grotesque bizarreness of the void not have value to you? what would happen if you put my stance and viewpoint into perspective and create a paradox from within my own metaphysical authorization? would it be classified as bizarre or fully logical? – thinks the creature as he snaps his neck sideways and looks down, now fully grinning to the sensation of his own words. the robot sits in silence as the creature continues to speak: – i am going to cough now – claims the robot, now dropping the other two umbrellas. – what?! but that is impossible! you created a paradox! how can your sentence be neither true nor false? you cough when it is false so you should cough, but if you do then it would be true and you should not… – we have no time for this enador! be swift or we shall be banned! – creeks the creature with a lower pitched, bewildered voice. – the fun is just beginning, kaz! do we really have to end it now? – mourns the white creature with a completely different voice. – i suggest you do, unless you want both of us to be melted and stuck in a white room for all of eternity, scixorn does not play around – returns the creature again, this time with the deeper voice. the creature then suddenly quantumly reverses his cough. instead of coughing forwards he coughs its back, returning himself back into his normal position in the dimension he is in. the robot looks at him in complete awe and shock as he slowly steps back. – play time is over aueroo – mutters the white creature as he grins, running towards the robot at fully speed, instantly spawning a runic trident in his hand. – how do you know my n-…? the white creature instantly hits aueroo, swinging his runic trident. aureoo almost immidietly collapses due to the forced friction of not the constant swinging or pain, or the damage dealt from the runic trident, but from the pure character change and ambition of the white creature. aureoo collapses on the ground, hitting his head from the hard cement as his helmet scrapes the bottom of the floor. the white creature takes aureoo by his hand and drags him outside into a huge amount of rain. – when did it sta…? - aureoo attempts to speak for the second time, being cut off by the white creature again: – shouldn’t you be more concerned by the state of the sky? – asks the white creature. – its… night? – wonders aureoo as he gasps for air, attempting not to die from the damage of the runic trident itself. – this wasn’t supposed to hurt, i simply wanted to knock you down and make you unconscious, seems as though you’re not too difficult of a kill are you… – jeers the white creature as he takes off his dress and lets his long and scarred face drain and get soaked from the rain completely. – sometimes i wonder if life is an illusion. is daytime even existent or just a fake memory, meant to deceive us into thinking that stars really exist… or is it all one big lie, are stars just spaceships made by secret government organazations… are we being lied to… does color even matter? it’s a simple illustration given to us to recognize items and be able to tell one from another, why should we even believe that color is the truest, purest form of an item? or that the way an item looks really is the way an item is… it’s not in its purest form, it’s simply an illusion, just like daytime existing. an illusion set by your mind to make it easier to withdraw energy to sleep, nothing that is destroyable by perspective. the white creature looks down at the robot and realizes that he is fully unconscious and unresponsive. he then places his hand over his brain and places his fingers all in an exact position over his eyes forming a circle around them and withdraws an entire purple creature out of thin air. – what a beauty you are… in you go – he says, smashing it into the robot’s helmet and killing it instantly. the purple blood from the creature then runs down the robot’s helmet, showcasing a real sight to the white creature. he turns around and walks for a couple of meters and then immediately runs back. – oh! almost forgot – he laughs in a sinister voice, taking a glass capsule out of thin air and placing it over the robot’s complex. his complex reacts and tries to be defensive however the sheer will power of the creature is enough to fully break the complex of the robot and reaveal the robot’s ‘heart’, anti-life’s true masterpiece. he takes a single drop of the robot’s complex and slides it down the capsule. he then spawns one more capsule and places it over a dead manticore’s head, sliding down a piece of saliva. he then cuts a piece of the bird’s fur off and places that in the capsule as well, pointing his eyes down at aueroo. – sleep well, you will be awake soon, a76512 – mutters the white creature, finally disappearing into thin air, leaving the dress behind. – isydøre really ruined this one huh? – hiatoshi thinks to himself as he disappears from the sewage vent, nero following him shortly after, fluffing his tail around as he exits the portal. the atmosphere around the tavern seems to be quite empty for a while, however a dark cloaked hag walks down the road opposite of the unconscious aueroo on the ground, inspecting him and then the dress left by the white creature on the floor. the hag touches all over both entities, attempting to find a connection. after what seems like hours, the cloaked man simply stands up and walks away, placing his hand on his head and scrubbing himself as he turns a left corner towards the castle of dyotpia, walking towards the broken shards of the tavern and stepping on a dead manticore, squeezing the blood out of his bones and completely draining him with a single step. #17 (destination alteration):