The souls of the dead are in turmoil. They instinctively know how it feels when another soul passes over into the Other, finally done with the material world, but the sudden disappearances lately have felt..... different. They do not know what is happening. They can only see my eyes observing it, every time, as I sit here in the plane of particles. They have no idea of what I have found here, of how the world works, of what awaits us. I now realise I have slipped through a crack in reality when I died, thus ending up here instead of where I should be. I have seen these cracks appear and grow, I have done my best to seal them as I find them. I am but one soul, however, and I am busy enough mending the fabric of the universe in Hellcannon alone.
I form up a group of neutrinos, and shear apart another soul. It would be regrettable, but it is necessary. I destroy these souls to absorb their captured tachyons, to incrementally increase my own power. The souls are in disarray. I pay them no heed. I feel I am strong enough now, at last.
I turn the focus of my attention, slowly. I remain within Hellcannon, but I observe another place entirely. I have unmade my eyes; they serve no purpose to me anymore. My attention glides across the land, through mountains, over valleys, it matters not; what matters is its destination. I note the cracks in reality have been growing uncontrollably. I see some other souls who have landed on this basic quantum plane, but they are focused on mending the gaps single-mindedly, not even caring about what is causing them.
My attention finally lands on its destination. The Plains of Ooze. I slow down and creep towards the shore. I can feel it, the overbearing dread and existential terror, the knowledge that there is something out there, something utterly depraved and malevolent. And it is watching me.
I sense a minor gravitic disturbance, a very heavy object. I expand the area of my attention, and gaze upon the monumental statement Failcannon made to the world. The giant golden curse stands defiantly as nightmares that cannot be described even by gibbering madmen swarm out in front of it, an undulating mass of bodies/not-bodies that stretches out all the way back to where they came. I can also feel the malevolence itself, seeping through reality, its tendrils taking the shape of hideously malformed creatures hell-bent on erasing everything that stands before them. Separate entities, creatures that can be killed and torn apart, yet each carrying in its heart the end of a sliver of the Entity, each part of a unified whole.
I finally do what I have been dreading to do since I died. I gaze upwards, across the shore, and look at the source of this evil. Space and time start to unravel not far outside Failcannon. Reality is not just frayed and torn, as it is elsewhere, it is barely clinging to existence, a threadbare pattern of electrons keeping It at bay. This is where it all started, where the first tiny gap in reality appeared, where the first dead soul jumped through the veil separating the spirit world from the world of flesh and took over the mind of another.
There is no more Battlefailed. There is only a gigantic mass, black as darkest night, black as the absence of light itself, an utterly evil malevolence, hard at work trying to unmake reality. I gaze upon it, knowing it can see me, every particle of my existence screaming at me to withdraw, yet I persevere. I look into the blackness, and I see. It was not created when reality was damaged. It did not bend to the will of an evil god and her worldly servant. It is ancient, older than reality itself, drawn to consume the universe, as it has countless times before. It seduced Ura and Led, not by promises of power, but by simply bending their will to its own.
I look deeper, into the Entity's history. It shrieks, a horrifying unsound of pain and anger that cuts through everything and is heard everywhere. Countless new rifts in reality open, and more tendrils, ending in horrifying beasts, creep through. It matters not. I look into the Entity, and I see what it has consumed before. I see worlds of beasts and men, of magic and technology, I see worlds of geth and krogan, I see worlds of vampires and dragonborn, I see worlds of ewoks and klingons, I see dream realms shattered, I see cars and planes, I see crystals and synthetics, I see an endless parade of parallel realities, twisted and blackened and gone, utterly consumed until only the memories remain inside this twisted Thing that consumes all.
Finally, I give in to the impulse to withdraw. I have seen enough of the entity's true being. I feel the main attention of the Entity coming towards me, so I quickly turn my attention back to Hellcannon. I may have penetrated into the creature's core, while it itself is still relatively powerless, but its intrusions into the real world can yet harm me. Its primary avatar
a twisted stonefly
it comes
doom awaits
The Entity now
has a name
I will call it
Stuzang is coming
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Topic: Hellcannon (Succession: Battlefailed 3) (0.31.25) (DEAD) (Read 836188 times)