06-25-2015, 02:47 AM
Shwoooomm.
Faring an eternal sea of glittered oblivion within the comfort of his itsy-bitsy starship, Kirby galavanted from one civilization to another, savoring a smorgasbord of scrumptious treats as offerings for the gumball's legionnaire services. Ya' know the typical regiment, beating up baddies and mucking up sinister plots, pulverizing final bosses– all that good guy jazz.
The creampuff hadn't a morsel of cavil nor discontent, living the dream in celestial paradise. He was infamous across the boundless plains as an esteemed star warrior, sated by all the strawberry shortcake the plushy glutton could vacuum up, the limitations of which were never even scratched at.
The pink ovoid forged innumerable fated friendships along his journey throughout the twinkling macrocosm, ones he would cherish forev– erm, well, for as long as his sporadic attention span permitted: about a week tops. Can't expect him to remember every lad and lassie, every damsel and delinquent, other gender-oriented synonyms.
'Course, all good things must come to an end, I s'pose. Kirby overheard a village elder surmise in passing such a phrase once. How bogus and cliché! Though an idiom that came to fruition nonetheless.
I'll spare you the insipid deets, but in a nutshell our lovable dream lander was drifting through the infinite black in his pocket-sized cruiser, about to engage warp drive in response to an emergency beacon when his course spontaneously locked, seized by a mischievous force. Try as he might, the creampuff slapped at panel knobs and twisted switch keys at random, utterly failing to alter his fixed trajectory. He barely understood the functions anyway, let's be real.
"Waaaaahhh!" The inflated stress-ball wailed as his vessel careened toward a translucent void, drawing him in like a suction. Quite ironic, as countless enemies had been inhaled by Kirby in a similar manner time and time again.
Vvwooosh!
Purging out from a swelled maw of luminescence, Kirby crash-landed against terrain as white as whipped cream. Departing the busted craft with a less-than-elegant rolling tumble, the galactic soldier poked his chin whilst scanning the expansive backdrop.
A whole bunch of nothing, nada, zilch. A blank canvas of unreality. If the marshmallow garnered any knowledge of an afterlife, he would've presumed to have kicked the bucket!
A gushing wellspring in the distance caught his beady peepers, soliciting the round moppet to saunter forth. Evidently, his mangled space-treader was old news. Waterspouts are far more important, without a doubt.
Approaching the intricate fountain of splayed hydrous, Kirby's newfangled memory lapse filled with recollection like a vat of jelly squeezed into a hollowed doughnut. In the midst of traversing to this mystery realm, an odd, equally ambiguous fellow materialized before him.
Poyyy? . . . The creampuff murmured within the confines of his mind, confused and aghast, unable to speak outright. Just who or what in sam heck was this porcelains-skinned creature? Having the gall to show up unannounced like he owns the place!
Puyo puyo!! Kirby quipped in riposte, his tone blooming with aggression at being unheard. This bald, prepubescent goober was informing him of stuff, but not telling him what he needed to know!
Omni, as he donned himself, handed the star warrior a glimmering orb in which all the colorants of the spectrum coalesced, not all that dissimilar from copious elements the pink puff had stumbled across during his escapades.
Om . . nom-nillimum . . The dream-lander stammered, adorably trying to pronounce such a phonetic term in his vast and otherwise empty head. Instinctively, he shoveled it into his muncher and gulped it down, absorbing the offering's essence.
With parting words, the supreme diviner confirmed and quelled the puffball's quandary. Kirby was in fact still a living, breathing, sucking machine. Phew, what a relief! Though, clearly he'd been conjured to a capacious dominion separate from his own.
The cavorting marshmallow was stranded abroad, smack dab in the center of a wacky new world! Exploration! Adventure! Cake! Dang it, they'd better have cake!
Faring an eternal sea of glittered oblivion within the comfort of his itsy-bitsy starship, Kirby galavanted from one civilization to another, savoring a smorgasbord of scrumptious treats as offerings for the gumball's legionnaire services. Ya' know the typical regiment, beating up baddies and mucking up sinister plots, pulverizing final bosses– all that good guy jazz.
The creampuff hadn't a morsel of cavil nor discontent, living the dream in celestial paradise. He was infamous across the boundless plains as an esteemed star warrior, sated by all the strawberry shortcake the plushy glutton could vacuum up, the limitations of which were never even scratched at.
The pink ovoid forged innumerable fated friendships along his journey throughout the twinkling macrocosm, ones he would cherish forev– erm, well, for as long as his sporadic attention span permitted: about a week tops. Can't expect him to remember every lad and lassie, every damsel and delinquent, other gender-oriented synonyms.
'Course, all good things must come to an end, I s'pose. Kirby overheard a village elder surmise in passing such a phrase once. How bogus and cliché! Though an idiom that came to fruition nonetheless.
I'll spare you the insipid deets, but in a nutshell our lovable dream lander was drifting through the infinite black in his pocket-sized cruiser, about to engage warp drive in response to an emergency beacon when his course spontaneously locked, seized by a mischievous force. Try as he might, the creampuff slapped at panel knobs and twisted switch keys at random, utterly failing to alter his fixed trajectory. He barely understood the functions anyway, let's be real.
"Waaaaahhh!" The inflated stress-ball wailed as his vessel careened toward a translucent void, drawing him in like a suction. Quite ironic, as countless enemies had been inhaled by Kirby in a similar manner time and time again.
Vvwooosh!
Purging out from a swelled maw of luminescence, Kirby crash-landed against terrain as white as whipped cream. Departing the busted craft with a less-than-elegant rolling tumble, the galactic soldier poked his chin whilst scanning the expansive backdrop.
A whole bunch of nothing, nada, zilch. A blank canvas of unreality. If the marshmallow garnered any knowledge of an afterlife, he would've presumed to have kicked the bucket!
A gushing wellspring in the distance caught his beady peepers, soliciting the round moppet to saunter forth. Evidently, his mangled space-treader was old news. Waterspouts are far more important, without a doubt.
Approaching the intricate fountain of splayed hydrous, Kirby's newfangled memory lapse filled with recollection like a vat of jelly squeezed into a hollowed doughnut. In the midst of traversing to this mystery realm, an odd, equally ambiguous fellow materialized before him.
Quote:“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it."
Poyyy? . . . The creampuff murmured within the confines of his mind, confused and aghast, unable to speak outright. Just who or what in sam heck was this porcelains-skinned creature? Having the gall to show up unannounced like he owns the place!
Quote:"The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”
Puyo puyo!! Kirby quipped in riposte, his tone blooming with aggression at being unheard. This bald, prepubescent goober was informing him of stuff, but not telling him what he needed to know!
Omni, as he donned himself, handed the star warrior a glimmering orb in which all the colorants of the spectrum coalesced, not all that dissimilar from copious elements the pink puff had stumbled across during his escapades.
Quote:“This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most."
Om . . nom-nillimum . . The dream-lander stammered, adorably trying to pronounce such a phonetic term in his vast and otherwise empty head. Instinctively, he shoveled it into his muncher and gulped it down, absorbing the offering's essence.
Quote:“You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn.
“That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”
With parting words, the supreme diviner confirmed and quelled the puffball's quandary. Kirby was in fact still a living, breathing, sucking machine. Phew, what a relief! Though, clearly he'd been conjured to a capacious dominion separate from his own.
The cavorting marshmallow was stranded abroad, smack dab in the center of a wacky new world! Exploration! Adventure! Cake! Dang it, they'd better have cake!