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Feb 21 2016, 12:43 PM Post #1 |
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Nedben Prime, Casually Mad
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The universe is dying a slow, agonizing death by cancer. You...whoever you are...watch the skies. Be it from the stoic skies of terraformed Mars or the burning wastelands of xenoformed Earth, you can see how the universe is falling to ruin. The sky is littered with devastation. The world is slowly fading from existence. It is, however, not the end. At least, the end of the end. It began with the election of the infamous 'Trumpet Dumpster', whose true name will not be mentioned for it accelerates the decay and ruin further. The United States was thrown into uproar. Despite the fervent insanities sweeping the nation, it held together until his inauguration, the Trumpet miraculously dodging the assassination attempts left and right. And then June 28th hit. Height of Cancer. Sensing the metaphysical disdain of the Knight of Blood, the great Crab of Hera descended from the heavens and attacked the Earth, throwing mountains like toy balls. In desparation, the Trumpet opened up the gates of Hell, releasing the Minions. The yellow flood tore over the world, wrecking the depths of reality as the Crab tore it open in its tempestuous rage, damaging the fabric of reality. Nedbens came in great swarms rivaling Minionkind, but the holes were too many. Great daggers of copper erupted from the earth, casting it into wintry Armageddon as the yellow flood did not cease. Desparate for some method of salvation, humanity looked to the Incubators, who switched from energy production to war in hopes of saving the universe from the new threat to its continuation. Millions of ships raced across the universe, gods recalled from divine endeavors. The Trumpet had stolen the Seed of Breakthrough to hold open the gates to Hell forever, and would be punished for it. Magical girls and witches besieged the golden sea, flinging into it blasts of soul-empowered magic and familiars of screaming rage. Great warframes were constructed in the echo of long-gone monsters, entire armies of modified souls sieging the golden palace of Trumpetopolis from which the Minions kept flowing. From the new citadels of the Martian Alliance, the fate of reality hung in the balance, their goal to recover the Seed of Breakthrough and ascend from this broken world. This is a story of soulframes and divine glory. Take your Undertale warframe and lay waste to this awful world! Or...whatever. Thoughts? yes this is literally the most cancerous plot I could come up with that didn't involve literal cancer except for the entire universe. |
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