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[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck the Babbage machine (I have no idea how this happened) causing it to gain self-awareness (also no idea why this happened). Since it was currently being roughly handled by a rather raucous octogenarian it was rather undestandably in a bad mood.

"HELP! This thrice-blighted machine has the devil within it!" Said NewMars, as the machine grew tentacles for reasons that make absolute sense that I cannot remember at this time.

[Emperor_Jonathan]

A man walks in. He is garbed in a blood red tuxedo and he wears a brown slouch hat. The man is holding in his hand a wooden staff and he wears an axe at his side.

"Behold! I am Ozymandias, look on my works ye mighty and despair!"

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

NewMars looks, and see's that nothing besides him remains.

[Little]

Little bounds off the chair and strolls to the new arrival, who looks much more interesting than Strife. She extends out her hand and says cheerfully, "Hey! I'm Little!"

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

NewMars, who has managed to lock the demonic construct inside a closet, introduces himself as well.

"Why hello, Sir. The name's NewMars, rules of the formerly-red planet, and friend of Oldbeard. How're you doing on this fine winters day?"

[Armok]

The spinning Armok strikes Little in the upper body!
It is hugged!
Armok latches on firmly!
Little is propelled away by the force of the blow!
Little has slammed into an obstacle!
Little falls over, unharmed.

On the floor is Little and Armok, Armok is embracing Little. (whit all four arms, AND the tail wrapped around her) Little is looking confused, Armok is looking happy. ^_^

[Emperor_Jonathan]

"How am I doing?

I am the King of Kings.

God of Caves.

Chosen of the God of Blood.

Finally, a wizard.

I am fine."

[Little]

Little gets through her confusion, and embraces Armok in a friendly hug. D'awwww. 

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"A wizard you say? Well then, would you be so kind as to show me some magic?"

[Emperor_Jonathan]

Ozymandias strikes a menacing pose.

"No."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

NewMars strikes a dignified and refined pose, and proceeds to take on an air of pointed enquiry.

"Why is that? Could it be that you, my fine sir, are nothing...... BUT A FRAUD!"

[Emperor_Jonathan]

"DO NOT TRIFLE WITH ME FOOL."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"Give me a reason not to!"

[Emperor_Jonathan]

"Well.

I'm the king of kings.

A god.

The chosen of another god.

And I am a wizard."

[Archangel]

A tall man, wearing thick steel armor and holding a strange looking rifle, unobtrusively sidles in and sits next to Strife then says to him "Hi. You've never met me before but I've seen you many times. I'm Archangel."