GuNNhead

I step out from the alley into the morning light of the sunrise. Loameria’s suns. As the warmth covers me, I, for the first time, consider that once again Loameria is full of life. I begin to simply walk the streets towards the tower. There are so many people around, living their lives. The majority are from another world, but so many were born here, would they not be Loamerians? Perhaps it does not matter to me if they stay. My desire to kill them all feels somewhat muted. Then, as I pass a park, I hear the laughter of joyous life, and comprehend that my drive to annihilate life will never waver. I ascend above it all, but before I can take off back the Krokodoplis Labs, I am contacted by those at the tower at what is now re-named Gravity Square. There is a villain in the Outer City that Security cannot handle, they’ve locked down a newly opened construction zone and are specifically requesting me by name.

I float down to the unfinished building covered by a translucent purple pyramid forcefield. I ask those on the scene why I should care about some loser and a barely began structure. They point to a flattened pile of rubble next door, and explain that that was once a comparable site. I walk toward the pyramid, and it opens for me. I am then greeted by what appears to be a mechanically replicated version of my original suit, though with inverted colors, triangular theming.

“Gravity Surge! It was so long ago that you first destroyed my life, my mentor’s beautiful chimerical creations on a planet of ice and snow. But that was not enough, no no no, you couldn’t stop there, you went after my home world, destroying my beloved Protectrobot at the same time! Then, finally, you take my mentor’s life and destroy all of our hard work against you! Decades down the drain! Co-opting this research station, acquiring your skull from Celdrdrrun, setting up a planetary-wide attack just to come to this backwater shithole of a planet to set our trap, the spire, all of it, just to be foiled in a matter of days.”

“Is that all?”

“Far from it, you, you damnable thing! You’re nothing but a tornado in a humanoid suit, too stupid to realize you’re piloting a corpse! A cosmic mistake that I alone will correct. “Gravity,” -tt-! You couldn’t even name yourself properly. The control you hold over the very forces of nature… all of it is limited by your stupid little puppet’s brain. So reductive… Now that I, too, can bend those forces to my will with but a thought, I will destroy you with my psychoflexitive powers! PSYCHO SPHERE!”

Lulled into boredom by whatever they were saying, I am caught unprepared. I place both my arms in front of my chest, attempt to guard against it, push back against it with all my might, but it’s not enough, both my arms explode trying to stop the attack. The stumps bleed out onto the ground as I focus on repair.

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