In light of Bucky's thread, I'm going to start a maybe three or four page part story. I decided to put it here instead:
Part 1:
The council was being held. EndMaster, Seth, Kiel, Tim, Malkalack, Aman, Sentinel, and many more sat at the great table of the universe. The current leader of the safe-guard, Father Berka, announced a new meeting.
"My children, what do you suggest or gossip about CYStia below?"
EndMaster twiddled his thumbs. "What about....a story boot? One where we severely rape the members!"
Kiel speaks. "That is not so nice. Come, End, admit you love them as I love them!" Suddenly, doves flew in through the window and light floods the room. Kiel has a very noble face, the face of the goddamn gods.
"The fuck?" Tim mutters.
Across the room, a crazed man runs up. "Sorry I'm late! Sooooo......what are we talking about? How about the trolls!"
"Jesus." Aman replies. "How were you let here again?"
Berka spoke up, "All are welcome....except for the like of the trolls. And Mason, what were you saying?"
"Welllll.....how about new laws!" He slams down a large book on the table.
Seth eyes them carefully. "And, what exactly does it say in there?"
"Oh! Glad you asked. Only the greatest and latest rules."
End smiles. "This will be some fun", he thinks. He pounds his mallet in agreement. Soon enough, all of them hesitantly slam the mallets.
"You won't regret this!" He jumps out of the heavens.
Berka sighs. "I probably will."
Meanwhile, on CYStia......
The common folk of CYS scuttle around and do their ordinary everyday burdens. Suddenly, a sound transmits from every electronic in the kingdom. It seems to be calling from the heavens.
"Hellloooooo! This is Mason, and I'm going to set some rules. Well.....kind of! Good luck!"
Suddenly, a huge penguin-lion hybrid breaks out of a wall. Citizens scream and run at the terror. Lemons start to rain down, and the star turns Crecent. The land blazes, and guys start to run and come out of nowhere, yelling "we're Swedish brothers!"
Mason suddenly screams. Noo! His rules were switched! One of the people at the meeting....but who?
Brad, Chris, and Slash ride a newly stolen buggy through the now full wasteland. Derp guns a 50cal. in back, and Chris drives. Inside the vehicle Slash commands it, and Brad operates some weird HTML thing.
"Man...." Chris states, looking into the wasteland. "How could it have come to this? What hath the gods wrought?"
Brad suddenly looks up from his device. "We've got unknown heat signatures coming up. And a huge dust storm, chance of Brennon."
Slasher sighs in sadness. A small furred thing launches out of nowhere onto his lap.
"The fuck?...." The fur ball unrolls, and is a small feline. It hisses and scratches Slasher across the cheek, blood pushing out everywhere. He kicks it off the vehicle, but can see more incoming.
"Got hostile fur-balls! Gunna' gun them down!" Derp starts mowing down the little beasts as they jump and bite their way to destroy the buggy.
Brad takes out a 'Dragon' flamethrower and burns a large bulky one the size of a trash can. Slasher takes out a scythe and cleaves a few in half. Chris has his share of kills, running them over whenever he can.
"There's too many! Let's get out of here!" Chris steps on the gas pedal, and speeds out of the dust storm and the Warrior Cats.
Back at the council.....
"What the hell? Who switched my papers?" Mason comes screaming into the office. The chairs are turned to his back, and the gods make no sound.
"Hello? Anybody here?" He reaches for Sentinel's chair, turning it around. In place is a skeleton penguin!
"Noo!" He keeps trying the chairs, only to find corpses. Except for one chair, the throne of the Almighty Kiel.
Kiel is shriveled and distorted, a small body in place of his usual awe-inspiring beauty.
"Kiel....what did they do to you?" He reaches a hand out to touch Kiel.
"Uh..." Kiel gasps for breath. "The....HIM...." Kiel suddenly explodes into magnificent and horrific dust.
Mason turns. On top of Berka's body is a man well known....and hated.
".....Brennan." Mason exclaims, mouth gaping.
"Yes! It is me, Muhahahaha!" He is dressed in a cloak, and holds a Shortsword dripping in Ichor, the blood of the gods.
Mason instantly draws a jar-blade. "Fight me....like the not-man you are."
"What makes you think you'll survive? They all died!"
"Except...for me." A voice comes from behind him. EndMaster appears, and stabs a knife through his back.
Brennon smiles. "I'm....not the only one." He then fades away, and EndMaster pulls out the knife.
Mason wipes a splatter of blood off his face. "Did you hear what he said? There's still a lot more...."
EndMaster nods, sadly. He cleans his dagger, and sheathes it.
To be continued......
