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Kænus: Eschaton II

Posted in Fiction, Gravity Surge, Sci-Fi on March 5, 2010 by GuNNhead

I grab both his arms, and kick out his footing. I reverse the positioning, and fling him over my shoulder and back into the walls of equipment, launching a gravity sphere in after him. Immediately as it explodes, I receive an elbow to the side of my head, forcing me through wall after wall of the lower research decks. I right myself, land on my feet, and take off sprinting towards him. He impels towards me beyond the same time. When we meet up, I can’t land a single hit in close combat. He’s unfathomably fast. I have to change tactics. I bombard him with my power. Overwhelm his speed.

[Activate: Gravity Bullets]
[Activate: Gravity Sphere]
[Activate: Gravity Bullets]
[Activate: Gravity Sphere]
[Warning: Energy: 64%]
[Warning: System in Danger]
[Activate: Gravity Sphere]
[Activate: Gravity Bullets]
[Diverting Energy to Weapons]
[Danger: System Overloading]
[Activate: Gravity Sphere]
[Activate: Gravity Bullets]
[Danger: System Critical]
[Warning: Energy: 23%]
[Tip: Avoid Excessive Weapon Use!]
[Warning: System Overload Imminent]

My energies are almost depleted, wasted almost entirely on hitting nothing, but some hit. It was worth it, he’s badly damaged. Can’t move as fast anymore. I have him right where I want him.
[Activate: Quantum Destroyer]
The continuous blast launches, but it’s of no use, it’s too weak this far into battle, I didn’t put enough force behind it, I can see him put all power into his shields, and force through the blast. He grabs me by the throat.
“You think that your hands are rinsed of all men’s crimes? How blind.”
“I’ll eviscerate you; you’re not worth what you have.”
“This is your last story ever. You did do some immense damage to my ship, and so, it’s getting closer to that time where I rip your heart out.”
“I’ll do more than that, you–“
He smashes through my chest plate with his armored fist, but only pulls out a boiling black ooze. One with my armor, I have no heart. While he stares in disbelief at the sludge slipping through his fingers, I return the favour, breaking through his chest plate and gruesomely retrieving his continually ticking heart. I let it drop to the floor.
“It all ends here. Existence is nothing.”

[Activate: Graviton Infinitus]
As the seams of my armor ignite, he senses my power, and lets go. We both know fleeing is of no use, nothing can move fast enough to avoid this attack. His last words are idle threats that I cannot hear. I lose all awareness as I explode out in every direction; I expel beyond the entirety of my powers as this one attack, to end it all. It reduces the craft, all inside, and the surrounding lightyears to nothingness, leaving only desolate annihilation in the void of space, still surging with timeless gravity.

Kænus: Eschaton I

Posted in Fiction, Gravity Surge, Sci-Fi on March 3, 2010 by GuNNhead

Finally. I approach Kænus’ location, his craft. It has been too long I’ve been searching for him. I can see his craft now. Every atom of it tells the story of wealth and shrewd business. I cannot believe he’s being hailed as a philanthropist and hero. A ceremony in his honor to celebrate his recent accomplishment is being held shortly. It is announced that he will reveal to the multiversity all he has accomplished in his space travels. I wonder how much innocent blood has been spilled by his hands; how the entirety of his wealth has been soaked in it.

His craft is enormous, a giant of the cruise-ship class. His thousands of servants, crewmen, scientists and associates all reside there. I send my ship rocketing past, as I leap out and smash through the hull with my armored fists. I shoulder through wall after wall, breaking them down. Reaching my destination I stop and hide behind a corner as a rush of droids fly past me to repair the hull breach. It is then that I take note of the golden hall that I find myself in, each and every bit shining with brilliance and lined, covered, by millions of clocks. I walk down it calmly, passing through a great golden ballroom. Going up the covered stairs on the left, I enter into another hallway of timekeepers and keep going until I make it to large ornate doors and kick them down, splintering them inwards. I rush the two guards, grabbing one from the back, and snapping his neck. The other comes at me; I push the first guard into him, and blast them with a gravity sphere, obliterating them into nothingness. Frightened hourglass-shaped women run out of the room past the broken-in doors.

Kænus stands in the back of the room against a wall of visual monitors.
“What is the meaning of this?” He takes a sip from his glass of wine. “Who are you? What do you want?” He asks with the unphased smugness that only a rich scientist playboy could muster.
“I am from Loameria. I am the Gravity Surge. I am to end your existence.”
I run at him, jumping over his desk, I raise both hands together over my head, and bring them down on him, smashing him through floors of gold, marble, and steel. I jump down the twelve story hole, and land on his right arm, exploding it into blood. I flip backwards. I grab his leg, and slam him into the large machines and equipment that lines the walls, before tossing him through a half-window into an observation room.

From behind the half-wall, he stands, clutching his bleeding stump.
“I was waiting until the conference to unveil this, but I feel that at this point, you deserve a private demonstration.”
Reality begins to warp around him. Something builds which is not right. I see his arm again, the bones of his absent limb flash, materialize from the innermost out. My scanners cannot get a proper reading of this enormous anomalous energy; it takes from the past to forever. Suddenly a power explodes outwards, breaking down the barrier wall, and sending me slowly, hypersonically crashing into large steel doors. He moves uncannily towards me. I fall to my knees from my metallic imprint. I try to stand, but he’s instantaneously at me, and holds me up against the steel with his forearm. He stares at me through his cold cycloptic eye.
“You just made a mistake bigger than you’ll ever know.”
“You’ve made your mistakes long ago, Kænus.”

The Unclean

Posted in Fiction, Youtube on March 1, 2010 by GuNNhead

The Sixth Dimension II

Posted in Fiction on February 26, 2010 by GuNNhead

A place that’s inexplicably connected to our own; contains things we see everyday, and things we’re never shown. This place is what I like to call, the long lost sixth dimension, it exists beyond our space and time, beyond what we can interpret, and takes this form only because that is how I dreamed it. Suppose it’d gone a different way, it could be one giant ocean, but I don’t suppose it’d feel the same, and we’d all flow with the motion. Although, you see, these tunnels before, they allow the hidden to arise, from the depths, from side to side, there is no symmetry. It does contain, I must admit, a divine empyrean form, but only those who have spent much time can even begin to navigate. These paths that wind to and fro are all interconnected, and one must only think to feel, and bridge this path through wall and thought, and open your own gate.

This may sound cryptic, this may sound dumb, but if you allow yourself to feel, you just find, through your misgivings, you prefer it to the real. Within its realms, you can find, a mysterious appeal, so let it affect you, one and all, and accept those else who do, because you’ll find, to be yourself, is the only truth of its kind. They seek to be happy to seek expression; to rely on yourself; you can find we all have a connection, through this mystic realm. So dress yourself, and discover, friends, it exists in the now, and, of, course you’ll see, this thing, this place, this nothing land is the end of reality. This tool we call imagination is really something grand, but at times we’re told that it’s a crutch and is something bad, perhaps we should re-examine why you’ve escaped into this place. A social outcast for being weird is simply something of the norm, but to dress in furs and diapers, too, you need help, serious help, from a psychiatric ward. But please be nice and please be kind, treat others as yourself, it’s the only way to get along, in reality. You can be normal, be yourself, within humanity.

The story must continue now, enough of this reflection, we were left eating a sorbet, a frozen treat it’s now, as things do change as they can, it’s quite a common action. The beings that ran along curved boards, some of them I did know, others, though, it’s easy to say, were really just a blur. I could hear the wood creaking, the patter of their feet, and saw each spot of dust as they did rush towards their win, or defeat. They did not care, nor were they real, so it was not my concern, so deeper onward I must press, and take that leap of faith. I have my friends, real or imagined, to aid me in my descent, they’ve done it now so many times, or so my mind has said. I’ve taken these leaps so many times, to different pits of sand, all along this winding path, I don’t know why this one’s changed. I fear it’s ’cause I’m waking now, and too close to reality, pulling me back and reminding me of all my frailty.

I take control in my hands and exist beyond the dream, I take this control, it is my right, this place is in my mind, to leave it lay and be only in dreams would surely be a crime, a crime to me, a crime to you, a crime to life itself. I leap, I do, into this pit, and see its fear made no sense; the vertigo I suffered was of no consequence. I took a chance, though there was none, and now I must sally forth, to find a way, a way to think of the recommencing course.

I take this leap only to find that it’s a leap I cannot take, all the paths are sealed now; I know it’s only fate. This place I found within my dreams is where it must remain. And yes, I know, it is a shame, but perhaps it’ll come again.

The Sixth Dimension I

Posted in Fiction on February 24, 2010 by GuNNhead

There exists a place beyond it all, a place you’ve never been. If you take a drill up to my skull, you’ll see all that is within. Delineating, deflatlining, you’ll see there is no sin. This place you see, it continues on down through this tunnel, it goes on and on forevermore there is no central core. Through winding roads and paths recrossed only dreams can find their way. With ladders spent, and twisting boards, you must run the other way. But to go deeper in is how you’ll win to survive another day.

The battle fought beyond the spill is one that does not concern. This war that’s raged ‘tween mice and men is because they’ll not admit, that everyone is different, with hidden thoughts within.

To continue on with my grand scheme is to make sure I invade the deepest recess of your mind, it’s connected to mine you’ll see, through giant sand pits with one way down, and infinite ways back up, with giant sand pits to assuage your fall, you only need to jump. Let go your fears and misgivings, this place, it is not real, so take a load off and relax, we’ll take a break and catch our breath in a hidden winding path. You, in here, deep in this fridge, we can have some ice cream. This frozen treat is free right now, a gift from me to you, so grab a spoon and dig right in; your life, it starts so soon.

There is another, I must say, she has waited from long ago, to grow so old to find the time, the time that I would rise, she exists only within my mind, this thing that I did not know, and in her age she hatched a plot, a plot to overthrow. There lay a crystal of the dead, it was buried long ago, at the end one of these many paths, to keep it safe, you see, but no longer is anyone, safe, that is, currently. Now that that’s told, I can reveal, the purpose of this jewel. It’s taken so many now, and her heart it is so cruel. The crystal is ambivalent, possessing only power, but the way in which that it is used, can rejuvenate any flower. However now, the big reveal, the thing that I most dread, this now young women has taken it, she is Dawn, of the dead. I could tell you here more of her, such as her large breasts and their perfect place, but they are unimportant as; what I found most intriguing, was her beautiful, maleficent face.

With this great power she doth posses, a Wayne would seek to stop her flight, but in this land, this great unknown, he is no longer the Dark Knight, having become too old, as is a life, the mantle has been passed on, it falls unto a young man, in a time Beyond. This story, though, is not theirs, it is merely an aside, as I do not own these characters, but, still, in the great mind, they reside.

Back to the main idea now, where explanations are in order, “why oh why,” you all could shudder, “does this realm have to border?” You see my dears, you one and all, within this place contains horrors, it contains everything, our hopes and dreams, our wishes and our nightmares, so, in that, too, it must contain phallic headed creatures.