02-16-2015, 07:41 PM
As strange and out there as this was, it was still a far cry from the most bizarre thing that had happened to him. It was definitely pretty up there on the list, right along the first time he'd met Dikudu, or barely surviving the meteor impact of his home. He had eventually learned to deal with those events, a good little while down the line, and so was over them and only ever so slightly bitter about them, in turn.
What kind of literal God of Time couldn't change the fate of his home planet? Stupid SBURB with its...stupid game rules...
But those particular events were well in his past now. He'd had time to stew on them and come to relative terms with them. Not so with the current events. He had literally been standing on the edge of the portal to the new universe that he had finally created with his friends and fellow players. And just as he had moved forward to float through it, that was when shit had gotten weird.
The entire portal had just...shut down. Like someone had pulled the proverbial power cord. One moment it had been filled with a panorama of the expanse of space that was waiting to be created upon, and then, in the time it took him to blink...it was blank. Just...blank, empty blackness.
"Whatever the hell is going on here, just let it be known: I blame this all on that stupid cherub. All of it. Everything. Including all of the events leading up to this point. Especially Earth blowing up."
He had come to terms with it, but he was still bitter about it. It wasn't great, where he'd spent his early years, but it was home, after all.
Actually, his home was pretty shitty, all in all. Why was he so broken up about it being gone?
Further contemplation, ranting or general angriness was impeded by his sudden notice of a rather abrupt change in scenery. From an only mostly-black expanse, dotted with stars and the myriad colors of distant galaxies and such, as well as the many planets of his Session, to a far more blank, and completely black void.
"Well, this is great. I've either gone blind, or shit has gone even further shit-ward than they already were. And knowing my luck, I'm betting things have gone shit-ward. Blindness would just be too easy."
His grumpiness spoiled his awareness that he had been reduced to ranting in his own head, his long pastime of endless ranting and angry rambling to anyone who would listen -- most of the time himself -- having reduced him to not even noticing that his mind and mouth ran simultaneously when he was mid-rant.
But even his mental ranting was brought to a sharp halt when he caught sight of something standing out very starkly against the black expanse he was now, apparently, randomly floating in. And the sight of it was enough to swing his grumpiness right around to mindless, boiling anger. And this time, all he could think was: "I swear to everything that is God Tier, if you are another fucking First Guardian mucking around with our shit, I am going to go beyond apeshit. You have no idea."
He was so caught up in his mind-rending anger and annoyance, he almost completely failed to notice that the grinning, white shadow -- that Adam still swore was a First Guardian -- was actually talking to him. Or, rather, telling him something or other. A bunch of shit that made no sense whatsoever. Something about the 'Omniverse', whatever 'Omnilium' was and what it could apparently do, there apparently being others here, and death not being permanent.
And then the blackness of the void around him faded in the time it took him to blink, as if someone had flicked a hidden 'invert colors' option, leaving him floating in an equally blank expanse of white. For a long moment, he just floated there, before a sudden realization hit him: he was floating there. And then he fell the handful of feet to what he guessed was the ground, landing with a loud thunk, a sharp whuff of expelled breath, and a long, low groan of discomfort.
"Note to self..." he wheezed, pitifully trying to force himself up into a sitting position, and failing miserable. "...stop...forgetting you can fly..."
What kind of literal God of Time couldn't change the fate of his home planet? Stupid SBURB with its...stupid game rules...
But those particular events were well in his past now. He'd had time to stew on them and come to relative terms with them. Not so with the current events. He had literally been standing on the edge of the portal to the new universe that he had finally created with his friends and fellow players. And just as he had moved forward to float through it, that was when shit had gotten weird.
The entire portal had just...shut down. Like someone had pulled the proverbial power cord. One moment it had been filled with a panorama of the expanse of space that was waiting to be created upon, and then, in the time it took him to blink...it was blank. Just...blank, empty blackness.
"Whatever the hell is going on here, just let it be known: I blame this all on that stupid cherub. All of it. Everything. Including all of the events leading up to this point. Especially Earth blowing up."
He had come to terms with it, but he was still bitter about it. It wasn't great, where he'd spent his early years, but it was home, after all.
Actually, his home was pretty shitty, all in all. Why was he so broken up about it being gone?
Further contemplation, ranting or general angriness was impeded by his sudden notice of a rather abrupt change in scenery. From an only mostly-black expanse, dotted with stars and the myriad colors of distant galaxies and such, as well as the many planets of his Session, to a far more blank, and completely black void.
"Well, this is great. I've either gone blind, or shit has gone even further shit-ward than they already were. And knowing my luck, I'm betting things have gone shit-ward. Blindness would just be too easy."
His grumpiness spoiled his awareness that he had been reduced to ranting in his own head, his long pastime of endless ranting and angry rambling to anyone who would listen -- most of the time himself -- having reduced him to not even noticing that his mind and mouth ran simultaneously when he was mid-rant.
But even his mental ranting was brought to a sharp halt when he caught sight of something standing out very starkly against the black expanse he was now, apparently, randomly floating in. And the sight of it was enough to swing his grumpiness right around to mindless, boiling anger. And this time, all he could think was: "I swear to everything that is God Tier, if you are another fucking First Guardian mucking around with our shit, I am going to go beyond apeshit. You have no idea."
He was so caught up in his mind-rending anger and annoyance, he almost completely failed to notice that the grinning, white shadow -- that Adam still swore was a First Guardian -- was actually talking to him. Or, rather, telling him something or other. A bunch of shit that made no sense whatsoever. Something about the 'Omniverse', whatever 'Omnilium' was and what it could apparently do, there apparently being others here, and death not being permanent.
And then the blackness of the void around him faded in the time it took him to blink, as if someone had flicked a hidden 'invert colors' option, leaving him floating in an equally blank expanse of white. For a long moment, he just floated there, before a sudden realization hit him: he was floating there. And then he fell the handful of feet to what he guessed was the ground, landing with a loud thunk, a sharp whuff of expelled breath, and a long, low groan of discomfort.
"Note to self..." he wheezed, pitifully trying to force himself up into a sitting position, and failing miserable. "...stop...forgetting you can fly..."
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