04-30-2016, 02:40 AM
Once John took to the air, Dave came to a sudden realization that, in fact, could not fly. He was probably gonna have to make all of his powers all over again or something. How the hell did John do it? No way the dude just has all his powers already.
"Hey, Dave are you coming?"
The Knight kept his cool as he waved a hand through the air, dismissing the action. "Nah dude its fine, I'm just gonna chill right here and check out what I can on the dataverse or whatever."
John nodded and went up to scout around as Dave began to dwindle in the vast dataverse of information, finding random things online and trying to find out what the hell this was. Something about verses, more about Omnilum, Nippur, wars, factions, he scanned through the mess and picked out what he could, trying to make sense of it all. Whatever sick game this Omni-Douche was forcing him and his friends, along with all these other weird guys from probably such obscure places you couldn't even find waldo in them. They weren't as much a needle in a haystack and more a grain of sand on the beach full of crabs waiting to pinch you as soon as you tried to pick up their sand. Either way, these guys were probably-- wait. Those are stormtroopers.
Dave blinked behind his glasses and stared at the simulated screen.
Okay, maybe some of these guys weren't that obscure. Maybe all it took was a magnifying glass and steel toe boots with heavy duty gloves to realize that you are actually standing on a mess of some pan-fandom fanatic's world of joy. Dave could only groan as he then decided to kick up some beats to try to lighten up his mood. One of the other guys, Darius or something, asked about his sick beats.
"Alright, well how about I do a live performance that way we can figure out where the hell to go because this place is split in like eight different ways and there I have no idea where to start "
The Knight of Time gained a slouching position, arms out at his sides as he began to scratch at his TimeTables. He let the music fill the air as he closed his eyes, letting his mind clear to prepare for the sickest rhymes, his beat kicking up before he took a sharp inhale, a moment passing as he opened his eyes letting the raps flow.
"Alright so what up with this place, created by this white douche with a weird ass face, this world is made like Picasso had too much blank space. Yo, I'm no Seer I am the Knight, but I'll rap and rhyme to show you what's right, Time is so skewed cook it on a fire alight. Doors to blessings and curses, like my rhymes they're called verses, as they're as dangerous as Prospit or Derse is.
First up is Coruscant, if you can't see what I am saying then I'll enlarge the font, This place is full of lasers and shit, so you better stay low if you don't want to get hit. The verse is divided into god-less tiers, that get more pretentious the higher they get. Technology here is off the star charts, shooting across the sky, astrology combined with the Fourth of July.
Now let me tell you about the Tangled Green, the most forested land you have ever seen. Inhabitants use neither paper nor plastic, deforestation jokes are often sarcastic. Orcs plunder and pillage, around the coveted village. There a place called Ambrosia, but the Princess doesn't hand out magnolias.
Up next is the Dunes, you'll find cowboys and saloon, and sand in your pants, now heed my rants. Here lie two factions, LAW, and Nippur, whose consequent actions, both their own saboteur. Out in the dust and left out to rest the city rebuilds from its destiny fulfilled.
If frozen frogs can make you laugh, call the Frozen Fields LOFAF, Dwarves and trolls but not of grey skin, or maybe they do they don't reply have pictures but from what I assume, here's one with no zoom, but as i scour and skim for more on this snowglobe of epic proportions let me reiterate that there is no state of being illiterate and inconsiderate when your feet are freezing and the wind is breezing and you need a sweater to feel better like a bug snug in a rug since the dawn of time actually, you know what lets move on from this rhyme.
The Ashen Steppes is like my land, Heat & and Clockwork without the ampersand --or clockwork. but what does lurk, in the mountain above, I can guarantee that it's no eyeless white do--uche. From above fire rains and reigns above all a synopsis of time, let it be known, poaching dragons isn't a crime. The Koopa Kingdom is led by Bowser, a giant turtle tyrant with no dataverse browser. however--what this a new group has risen, to fight the dragon Volvagia and with uncut precision, in unison, they're all crimson in the prison of tension for ascension.
Now, behind another set of doors the destructive Pale Moors. Rumors of monsters, creatures , and Dracula, cooking up stories like SpongeBob and his spatula. Mercenaries for hire, you'll find plenty of trouble in the neighborhood Darkshire. This is the epitome of darkness, followed up by a culture of starkness. Welcome to the newly erupted Hogwarts, take this magic hat to tell you who's your consorts. Witchcraft and wizardry, too bad they can't contain these rhymes of word blizzardry.
Take a leap, catch some sun in the Vasty Deep. Just beware, have some care, stormtroopers dwell to ensnare those that fare well with a glare you better prepare to bid farewell. Wide ocean sailing ships, stop by the coast from some fish and chips. Buy a boat, catch some sail, if you fail to mail your stale ale until you're pale and frail then you aren't able, not stable enough to make it to the table and dine at Cinnabon by the bar at Cinnabar. Search far and wide for the power that's inside and you mind find that the kind of grind that will make you blind.
Now one last thought as I bring your mind to Camelot. This age is medieval like your teens but evil cuz it's not obscene its reality with a king and low morality, head over to Minas truth where they have a booth for Bluetooth because this age also includes hi-tech mechs and machinery to improve the scenery but why to wait and climb on horses with knights when you have the Knight of Time?
Knight of Time, IM Dave strider, working my rhymes like the web of a spider , I'm purely theoretical, surely been heretical, working my flow, taking the low blows and high roads to dire loads. Its obvious that I'm fresh because my rhymes are just the best, just watch they burn the flesh, hear them sizzle like the hot coals in the drizzle. Fire it up, call me Hannibal I consume like a cannibal and spit fire and fume , burning up like its June when I'm just kicking my beat and simply tapping my feet you better catch it in time before I shred up this rhyme .
Yo."
Dave finished his rap with a sudden freeze frame of his record turning, looking down with a calm, cool stance as he straightened up only slightly, a tad change from his usual slouch as he gave a smirk and chuckled. "First sample recorded, already saving that for later. So John, which--"
as Dave turned his attention back to the outside word and turned to his friend, that had just returned during the middle of his rap, he could not help but see a familiar golden toothed figure sitting on the fountain.
"NO."
"NO FUCK NO"
The teen quite literally jumped a few feet into the air, almost enough to flip and pull off an acrobatic pirouette had he not been caught off guard. The others quickly looked towards the fountain to find nothing there but a small device floating along.
There were a subtle blink and a flash in the corner of his iGlasses.
"Dave, are you okay?"
"Just... thought I saw something... I"
--?? began pestering [TT] turntechGodhead--
??: Hey
TT: what
??: Looking out for you bro
--?? ceased pestering [TT] turntechGodhead--
Dave stared at the message in complete dread. As he looked past his glasses he could identify the item in the fountain. He reached and grabbed nothing but a handful of puppet ass communicator.
"It....it's my bro."
"That's good, right?"
"God no. Where the hell are we going we need to decide now."
He spoke with a tinge of worry but kept his cool as he turned to face the other's, the puppet ass communicator on his wrist.
"Hey, Dave are you coming?"
The Knight kept his cool as he waved a hand through the air, dismissing the action. "Nah dude its fine, I'm just gonna chill right here and check out what I can on the dataverse or whatever."
John nodded and went up to scout around as Dave began to dwindle in the vast dataverse of information, finding random things online and trying to find out what the hell this was. Something about verses, more about Omnilum, Nippur, wars, factions, he scanned through the mess and picked out what he could, trying to make sense of it all. Whatever sick game this Omni-Douche was forcing him and his friends, along with all these other weird guys from probably such obscure places you couldn't even find waldo in them. They weren't as much a needle in a haystack and more a grain of sand on the beach full of crabs waiting to pinch you as soon as you tried to pick up their sand. Either way, these guys were probably-- wait. Those are stormtroopers.
Dave blinked behind his glasses and stared at the simulated screen.
Okay, maybe some of these guys weren't that obscure. Maybe all it took was a magnifying glass and steel toe boots with heavy duty gloves to realize that you are actually standing on a mess of some pan-fandom fanatic's world of joy. Dave could only groan as he then decided to kick up some beats to try to lighten up his mood. One of the other guys, Darius or something, asked about his sick beats.
"Alright, well how about I do a live performance that way we can figure out where the hell to go because this place is split in like eight different ways and there I have no idea where to start "
The Knight of Time gained a slouching position, arms out at his sides as he began to scratch at his TimeTables. He let the music fill the air as he closed his eyes, letting his mind clear to prepare for the sickest rhymes, his beat kicking up before he took a sharp inhale, a moment passing as he opened his eyes letting the raps flow.
"Alright so what up with this place, created by this white douche with a weird ass face, this world is made like Picasso had too much blank space. Yo, I'm no Seer I am the Knight, but I'll rap and rhyme to show you what's right, Time is so skewed cook it on a fire alight. Doors to blessings and curses, like my rhymes they're called verses, as they're as dangerous as Prospit or Derse is.
First up is Coruscant, if you can't see what I am saying then I'll enlarge the font, This place is full of lasers and shit, so you better stay low if you don't want to get hit. The verse is divided into god-less tiers, that get more pretentious the higher they get. Technology here is off the star charts, shooting across the sky, astrology combined with the Fourth of July.
Now let me tell you about the Tangled Green, the most forested land you have ever seen. Inhabitants use neither paper nor plastic, deforestation jokes are often sarcastic. Orcs plunder and pillage, around the coveted village. There a place called Ambrosia, but the Princess doesn't hand out magnolias.
Up next is the Dunes, you'll find cowboys and saloon, and sand in your pants, now heed my rants. Here lie two factions, LAW, and Nippur, whose consequent actions, both their own saboteur. Out in the dust and left out to rest the city rebuilds from its destiny fulfilled.
If frozen frogs can make you laugh, call the Frozen Fields LOFAF, Dwarves and trolls but not of grey skin, or maybe they do they don't reply have pictures but from what I assume, here's one with no zoom, but as i scour and skim for more on this snowglobe of epic proportions let me reiterate that there is no state of being illiterate and inconsiderate when your feet are freezing and the wind is breezing and you need a sweater to feel better like a bug snug in a rug since the dawn of time actually, you know what lets move on from this rhyme.
The Ashen Steppes is like my land, Heat & and Clockwork without the ampersand --or clockwork. but what does lurk, in the mountain above, I can guarantee that it's no eyeless white do--uche. From above fire rains and reigns above all a synopsis of time, let it be known, poaching dragons isn't a crime. The Koopa Kingdom is led by Bowser, a giant turtle tyrant with no dataverse browser. however--what this a new group has risen, to fight the dragon Volvagia and with uncut precision, in unison, they're all crimson in the prison of tension for ascension.
Now, behind another set of doors the destructive Pale Moors. Rumors of monsters, creatures , and Dracula, cooking up stories like SpongeBob and his spatula. Mercenaries for hire, you'll find plenty of trouble in the neighborhood Darkshire. This is the epitome of darkness, followed up by a culture of starkness. Welcome to the newly erupted Hogwarts, take this magic hat to tell you who's your consorts. Witchcraft and wizardry, too bad they can't contain these rhymes of word blizzardry.
Take a leap, catch some sun in the Vasty Deep. Just beware, have some care, stormtroopers dwell to ensnare those that fare well with a glare you better prepare to bid farewell. Wide ocean sailing ships, stop by the coast from some fish and chips. Buy a boat, catch some sail, if you fail to mail your stale ale until you're pale and frail then you aren't able, not stable enough to make it to the table and dine at Cinnabon by the bar at Cinnabar. Search far and wide for the power that's inside and you mind find that the kind of grind that will make you blind.
Now one last thought as I bring your mind to Camelot. This age is medieval like your teens but evil cuz it's not obscene its reality with a king and low morality, head over to Minas truth where they have a booth for Bluetooth because this age also includes hi-tech mechs and machinery to improve the scenery but why to wait and climb on horses with knights when you have the Knight of Time?
Knight of Time, IM Dave strider, working my rhymes like the web of a spider , I'm purely theoretical, surely been heretical, working my flow, taking the low blows and high roads to dire loads. Its obvious that I'm fresh because my rhymes are just the best, just watch they burn the flesh, hear them sizzle like the hot coals in the drizzle. Fire it up, call me Hannibal I consume like a cannibal and spit fire and fume , burning up like its June when I'm just kicking my beat and simply tapping my feet you better catch it in time before I shred up this rhyme .
Yo."
Dave finished his rap with a sudden freeze frame of his record turning, looking down with a calm, cool stance as he straightened up only slightly, a tad change from his usual slouch as he gave a smirk and chuckled. "First sample recorded, already saving that for later. So John, which--"
as Dave turned his attention back to the outside word and turned to his friend, that had just returned during the middle of his rap, he could not help but see a familiar golden toothed figure sitting on the fountain.
"NO."
"NO FUCK NO"
The teen quite literally jumped a few feet into the air, almost enough to flip and pull off an acrobatic pirouette had he not been caught off guard. The others quickly looked towards the fountain to find nothing there but a small device floating along.
There were a subtle blink and a flash in the corner of his iGlasses.
"Dave, are you okay?"
"Just... thought I saw something... I"
--?? began pestering [TT] turntechGodhead--
??: Hey
TT: what
??: Looking out for you bro
--?? ceased pestering [TT] turntechGodhead--
Dave stared at the message in complete dread. As he looked past his glasses he could identify the item in the fountain. He reached and grabbed nothing but a handful of puppet ass communicator.
"It....it's my bro."
"That's good, right?"
"God no. Where the hell are we going we need to decide now."
He spoke with a tinge of worry but kept his cool as he turned to face the other's, the puppet ass communicator on his wrist.
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