06-16-2015, 02:07 PM
Nealaphh was somewhere else.
The god-mind had not been spontaneously pulled through spacetime since arriving in the omniverse, and it blinked in mild surprise upon finding itself on the edge of an ocean.
A wide array of primes were frolicking around, and Nealaphh immediately knew something was very wrong. He was here, Nealaphh could feel it. The shadow looked around before watching The Smiling One point at the prime known as Mickey Mouse and turning him into an aquaric mammal of some kind. The gall. Whatever spell had gripped the minds of the other primes here would not claim Nealaphh. But as the god-mind stared at Omni, Omni turned his head ever so slightly to meet Nealaphh's gaze.
A few moments passed.
Nealaphh squinted in smug retort, knowing that its mind would never be corrupted.
Obviously.
No silliness would come of this.
Clearly the best way to challenge the continuity of this beachside bonanza was to become that most hated of beach-goers...
An Old Person.
In that instant, the god-mind shifted out of his robes into a pair of seafoam green swimming shorts. A trio of sunglasses appeared over his eyes, and a white stripe of zinc sunscreen where his nose should have been. A bright, baby blue sun visor was wrapped around his head, and he carried a polkadotted umbrella, newspaper and folding chair under his arms.
Completely.
Dead.
Serious.
Then he set up his camp and started on the crossword.
Hrm...four letter word that indicates an all-encompassing thought...
The god-mind had not been spontaneously pulled through spacetime since arriving in the omniverse, and it blinked in mild surprise upon finding itself on the edge of an ocean.
A wide array of primes were frolicking around, and Nealaphh immediately knew something was very wrong. He was here, Nealaphh could feel it. The shadow looked around before watching The Smiling One point at the prime known as Mickey Mouse and turning him into an aquaric mammal of some kind. The gall. Whatever spell had gripped the minds of the other primes here would not claim Nealaphh. But as the god-mind stared at Omni, Omni turned his head ever so slightly to meet Nealaphh's gaze.
A few moments passed.
Nealaphh squinted in smug retort, knowing that its mind would never be corrupted.
Obviously.
No silliness would come of this.
Clearly the best way to challenge the continuity of this beachside bonanza was to become that most hated of beach-goers...
An Old Person.
In that instant, the god-mind shifted out of his robes into a pair of seafoam green swimming shorts. A trio of sunglasses appeared over his eyes, and a white stripe of zinc sunscreen where his nose should have been. A bright, baby blue sun visor was wrapped around his head, and he carried a polkadotted umbrella, newspaper and folding chair under his arms.
Completely.
Dead.
Serious.
Then he set up his camp and started on the crossword.
Hrm...four letter word that indicates an all-encompassing thought...
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued