The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[TwinStorm He/Him]

7 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Malevolence lowered his axe  slightly, surprised. Then he ran toward the nearest Bacon with a widening grin. “Marvelous! Rebus may be the Antagonist, but you are my pick for the greatest living Narrator.” 

Inkwell found himself standing in an empty forest clearing. Several rectangular holes had been freshly dug around the clearing, piles of dirt next to them.

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the door resisted, but eventually 9/10 was able to force his way through.

9/10 found himself once again in a body. This time, he was staring at a glowing sword. It was a marvelous creation, a masterwork of metal craft, and… 

And it was fading. The sword’s glow darkened, its sharpened edge dulled. In seconds, the blade had faded back into the same dull mist that made up the rest of the landscape.

In that moment, it was all too much. The constant pain in his shoulder from that old wound, the constant isolation of this world he’d been banished to, and now the knowledge that anything he created would be lost. 
Then, even more disturbingly, he felt himself began to fade. His hands began to merge with that mist just as the sword as. Horrified, he strove to fight against the sensation, and the fading receded. Even so, this was disturbing. Was he being forgotten so soon after his-

9/10  found himself back in the hallway, face-to-bodiless-being with a person made of fire and light.

“There you are. Found your way into my memories already, eh?”

No man can wield the power of either Blade safely. I will reforge them in such a way that the Thread will no longer be plagued by either an Antagonist or a Protagonist. 
—

“His name was lost to history.” Murmured the king. “As was that of the Traitor.” He glanced to the side. “We have… no more knowledge than what I have said.”

"Balance by one man is impossible." The High Priest whispered. "The war must continue. An eternal war."

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"And his crown . . . it allows for Narration?"

[Verdance he/him]

9 minutes ago, NameIess said:

Malevolence lowered his axe  slightly, surprised. Then he ran toward the nearest Bacon with a widening grin. “Marvelous! Rebus may be the Antagonist, but you are my pick for the greatest living Narrator.” 

Inkwell found himself standing in an empty forest clearing. Several rectangular holes had been freshly dug around the clearing, piles of dirt next to them.

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the door resisted, but eventually 9/10 was able to force his way through.

9/10 found himself once again in a body. This time, he was staring at a glowing sword. It was a marvelous creation, a masterwork of metal craft, and… 

And it was fading. The sword’s glow darkened, its sharpened edge dulled. In seconds, the blade had faded back into the same dull mist that made up the rest of the landscape.

In that moment, it was all too much. The constant pain in his shoulder from that old wound, the constant isolation of this world he’d been banished to, and now the knowledge that anything he created would be lost. 
Then, even more disturbingly, he felt himself began to fade. His hands began to merge with that mist just as the sword as. Horrified, he strove to fight against the sensation, and the fading receded. Even so, this was disturbing. Was he being forgotten so soon after his-

9/10  found himself back in the hallway, face-to-bodiless-being with a person made of fire and light.

“There you are. Found your way into my memories already, eh?”

No man can wield the power of either Blade safely. I will reforge them in such a way that the Thread will no longer be plagued by either an Antagonist or a Protagonist. 
—

“His name was lost to history.” Murmured the king. “As was that of the Traitor.” He glanced to the side. “We have… no more knowledge than what I have said.”

*transfixed by nameless sneak attack*
Inkwell hesitated. “This place too?”, he thought out loud. He didn’t want to look, but whatever Omen had in store for him… It was in those pits. He took a deep breath and moved to the edge of the clearing, peering into the closest one. 

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A different sword… someone else’s life… the end of a story. Familiar, but the memories didn’t belong to 9/10 from any life. It blinked, opening its eyes to suddenly meet… whatever this was. Already, It asked. I’m sorry, I’m not sure what you mean. Were you expecting me?

 

[NameIess]

46 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

"Balance by one man is impossible." The High Priest whispered. "The war must continue. An eternal war."

--

"And his crown . . . it allows for Narration?"

The fire in the fireplace flared up as the Dreamsmith snapped his next reply.

’Unending’ war? Fool! This war may very well end, precisely because of the Fell Blades. Their power is too centralized. TLT should never have a single Antagonist and Protagonist. There should be many. That is what I seek to ensure. I will not forge the two into one, but transform both Blades into new forms, ones that will not threaten the Thread itself! I will not end your war, merely ensure it’s safe continuation.

—

“Yes.” The king relaxed inwardly, happy to be away from dangerous topics. “It grants Narration. It does not, however, make one a Narrator.”

41 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

*transfixed by nameless sneak attack*
Inkwell hesitated. “This place too?”, he thought out loud. He didn’t want to look, but whatever Omen had in store for him… It was in those pits. He took a deep breath and moved to the edge of the clearing, peering into the closest one. 

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A different sword… someone else’s life… the end of a story. Familiar, but the memories didn’t belong to 9/10 from any life. It blinked, opening its eyes to suddenly meet… whatever this was. Already, It asked. I’m sorry, I’m not sure what you mean. Were you expecting me?

 

The hole held the corpse of a woman, face frozen in a death mask of fear.

Inkwell heard crunching behind him.

Spoiler

”I see some explanation is required.” The being replied. “Omen was as unhelpful as usual. I am the Dreamsmith, and you are inside my mind.” The being of fire and light-the Dreamsmith-shrugged. “Omen said something about Meat being too busy, so I am giving you your trial. It’s a bit unusual, but I will do my best.” The Dreamsmith began walking down the hallway. “Walk-er, come with me. I’ll take you to my imagination, where I have more control over our surroundings.”

 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

7 minutes ago, NameIess said:

The fire in the fireplace flared up as the Dreamsmith snapped his next reply.

’Unending’ war? Fool! This war may very well end, precisely because of the Fell Blades. Their power is too centralized. TLT should never have a single Antagonist and Protagonist. There should be many. That is what I seek to ensure. I will not forge the two into one, but transform both Blades into new forms, ones that will not threaten the Thread itself! I will not end your war, merely ensure it’s safe continuation.

—

“Yes.” The king relaxed inwardly, happy to be away from dangerous topics. “It grants Narration. It does not, however, make one a Narrator.”

The hole held the corpse of a woman, face frozen in a death mask of fear.

Inkwell heard crunching behind him.

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”I see some explanation is required.” The being replied. “Omen was as unhelpful as usual. I am the Dreamsmith, and you are inside my mind.” The being of fire and light-the Dreamsmith-shrugged. “Omen said something about Meat being too busy, so I am giving you your trial. It’s a bit unusual, but I will do my best.” The Dreamsmith began walking down the hallway. “Walk-er, come with me. I’ll take you to my imagination, where I have more control over our surroundings.”

 

"Hah! That is not what was ordained by Plot at his death! That is blasphemy! He created the single conflict, to restore the Thread to greater glory or destroy it. No other Ending will do!"

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"Do Enullers have power over it?" asked Simon, curious.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 hour ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

sneaky edits

The shields blocked the attack, but not the pain it caused.

Agony absorbed the spears, and light pulsed underneath his scales.

oh yeah agony is a faceless 7 foot scaled monster

i saw :3

They screeched and ran away.

1 hour ago, edgyswordname said:

that’s pretty cool. Really metal cover type character description 

When Bacon didn’t respond, Eden realized he was frozen in time. Somehow. “And this is why I’m never doing magic. Music is cooler.” She picked up the spear, which was really more of an elaborate poleaxe a fallen winged person (do you have a cool name for these guys btw Glass?) and broke off the end, as she didn’t exactly need six feet of reach and wasn’t planning on flying soon. 

I would literally forget but it’s not that big of a deal if anyone reads it, just up to them.
@Through The Living Glass

oo okay :3

I do not have a name  you pick!

 

[xinoehp512 he/him]

 

2 hours ago, Keke said:

… okay idk what to do, but i dont wanna leave atlas’ plot for fear of loosing it again. 

IDEA

Baaacooooon hawks voice said in his head. DUDEBRO! Im sure you have forgotten but you have atlas’ brother ben trapped in your personball and i would like to have you guys help fix him. Well actually id prefer if you helped him WITHOUT atlas being there. Mostly cause i dont want to act four characters at once. Cause there would be Dot the Jesk, Ben obviously, possible Laiya. So shrug how about it?

Confuzzle it all, responded Bacon mentally. You are absolutely correct. Here, I'll send you a tele-link to the Bacon Castle. Meet up with the Bacon there; he can help you out. I'll stay here and watch over Atlas until she wakes up.

2 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

Eden stumbled back as a second random magical person appeared out of nowhere, blocking the winged people from attacking her. “That works.. I guess.” She looked at Bacon. “Friend of yours?”

@xinoehp512

"Not yet, but that's never stopped me before!"

2 hours ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

It’s okay Agony is immortal

ish

Agony placed a hand on the bird person, and it stopped. Froth came from its mouth as pain overcame it, and it was left twitching on the ground.

@Through The Living Glass

agony is one of the Notblades that Bat wielded, except he has a body now.

2 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

They continued attacking.

@edgyswordname?

"Okay, hold on a second. Everybody, STOP!"

Silvery chains erupted from every inch of the walls, ceiling, and floor, locking the wings, arms, and legs of all of the combatants in place.

"If you insist on having a battle, I won't stop you," added Bacon. "But something here stinks of misunderstanding, and I would feel a little stupid if we didn't at least try to talk things out."

1 hour ago, NameIess said:

Malevolence lowered his axe  slightly, surprised. Then he ran toward the nearest Bacon with a widening grin. “Marvelous! Rebus may be the Antagonist, but you are my pick for the greatest living Narrator.” 

"Oh, stop it. You'll make me blush."

The Bacons continued to pump furiously on the bicycle pumps as the various conjurations of Bacon began to swirl together into a steadily growing sphere.

Soon enough, an entire planet hung within the vault, the thousand Bacons scattered across its surface. That is, with the exception of the seven who had been manning the pumps; they each pulled out an instrument and began to play the William Tell Overture with gusto.

Soldiers of every type imaginable began to materialize around them and charge at Malevolence.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

11 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Okay, hold on a second. Everybody, STOP!"

Silvery chains erupted from every inch of the walls, ceiling, and floor, locking the wings, arms, and legs of all of the combatants in place.

"If you insist on having a battle, I won't stop you," added Bacon. "But something here stinks of misunderstanding, and I would feel a little stupid if we didn't at least try to talk things out."

"DIE!" one of them screeched, managing to toss a knife in his direction.

11 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Oh, stop it. You'll make me blush."

The Bacons continued to pump furiously on the bicycle pumps as the various conjurations of Bacon began to swirl together into a steadily growing sphere.

Soon enough, an entire planet hung within the vault, the thousand Bacons scattered across its surface. That is, with the exception of the seven who had been manning the pumps; they each pulled out an instrument and began to play the William Tell Overture with gusto.

Soldiers of every type imaginable began to materialize around them and charge at Malevolence.

how do you come up with this stuff

[Keke They/he]

14 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Confuzzle it all, responded Bacon mentally. You are absolutely correct. Here, I'll send you a tele-link to the Bacon Castle. Meet up with the Bacon there; he can help you out. I'll stay here and watch over Atlas until she wakes up.

Hawks nodded. and went to bacon castle. Make sure atlas doesnt have any nightmares.

hawks looked around bacon castle looking for the bacon there

14 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Oh, stop it. You'll make me blush."

The Bacons continued to pump furiously on the bicycle pumps as the various conjurations of Bacon began to swirl together into a steadily growing sphere.

Soon enough, an entire planet hung within the vault, the thousand Bacons scattered across its surface. That is, with the exception of the seven who had been manning the pumps; they each pulled out an instrument and began to play the William Tell Overture with gusto.

Soldiers of every type imaginable began to materialize around them and charge at Malevolence.

I think either im having a stroke or you are having a stroke 

[Verdance he/him]

48 minutes ago, NameIess said:

The fire in the fireplace flared up as the Dreamsmith snapped his next reply.

’Unending’ war? Fool! This war may very well end, precisely because of the Fell Blades. Their power is too centralized. TLT should never have a single Antagonist and Protagonist. There should be many. That is what I seek to ensure. I will not forge the two into one, but transform both Blades into new forms, ones that will not threaten the Thread itself! I will not end your war, merely ensure it’s safe continuation.

—

“Yes.” The king relaxed inwardly, happy to be away from dangerous topics. “It grants Narration. It does not, however, make one a Narrator.”

The hole held the corpse of a woman, face frozen in a death mask of fear.

Inkwell heard crunching behind him.

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”I see some explanation is required.” The being replied. “Omen was as unhelpful as usual. I am the Dreamsmith, and you are inside my mind.” The being of fire and light-the Dreamsmith-shrugged. “Omen said something about Meat being too busy, so I am giving you your trial. It’s a bit unusual, but I will do my best.” The Dreamsmith began walking down the hallway. “Walk-er, come with me. I’ll take you to my imagination, where I have more control over our surroundings.”

 

“Oh. Okay. I see. That’s really good of you. Not sure how you found her face, unless you’re digging in my memories.” Inkwell did not turn around. “I spent about three years hyperfixating on the analog horror genre, so you’ll have to try REALLY HARD to find something that scares me. Besides like, imminent death. I don’t even have nightmares anymore.” He is rambling, but the only thing to do is turn around. So he does. 

Spoiler

Oh. Okay. So this is where I would go to find the Lost Metal. The real Lost Metal. Got it. Lead on.

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"Okay, hold on a second. Everybody, STOP!"

Silvery chains erupted from every inch of the walls, ceiling, and floor, locking the wings, arms, and legs of all of the combatants in place.

"If you insist on having a battle, I won't stop you," added Bacon. "But something here stinks of misunderstanding, and I would feel a little stupid if we didn't at least try to talk things out."

Eden grunts as a silvery chain yanks the pike out of her hands, shaking the sting out. “Good move. Does misunderstanding smell like bacon?”

Edited February 10 by edgyswordname

[xinoehp512 he/him]

11 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"DIE!" one of them screeched, managing to toss a knife in his direction.

how do you come up with this stuff

Bacon snapped, and turned the knife into a bacon donut.

"But why?" he retorted, snatching the donut out of the air and pondering it deeply. "What purpose does conflict serve?"

When one forsakes the limits of conventional reason, anything becomes possible.

6 minutes ago, Keke said:

Hawks nodded. and went to bacon castle. Make sure atlas doesnt have any nightmares.

hawks looked around bacon castle looking for the bacon there

I think either im having a stroke or you are having a stroke 

"Over here, my friend!"

Bacon flourished the person ball.

"Now I'm afraid my memory is a little foggy- is there a reason I cannot simply release him?"

Edited February 10 by xinoehp512

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, xinoehp512 said:

Bacon snapped, and turned the knife into a bacon donut.

"But why?" he retorted, snatching the donut out of the air and pondering it deeply. "What purpose does conflict serve?"

"VENGEANCE!"

[xinoehp512 he/him]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

"VENGEANCE!"

"Well, that seems a little rude. What did we ever do to you?"

[Verdance he/him]

2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"VENGEANCE!"

“That’s a dumb reason. I should know, my friend had a whole thing where he wanted to get back at his ex- it’s a whole tangent, we made a track about it, but revenge is stupid.”, Eden yelled.

honestly, I’m starting to think that the whole gimmick of this character being “she’s in a band” was a mistake. It’s starting to sound really really stupid.

Edited February 10 by edgyswordname

[Keke They/he]

1 minute ago, xinoehp512 said:

Over here, my friend!"

Bacon flourished the person ball.

"Now I'm afraid my memory is a little foggy- is there a reason I cannot simply release him?"

“Yes there is, it’s that he was tortured and brainwashed so if you just let him go hes gonna still have the order to attack you in his brain.” They said and crossed their arms. “Now im not sure i can do to much in the way of interference so i have two ideas. Either A. Replace myself with erryin. Or the more fun option, have you release him and see what happens. I know that he wont be able to hurt you, and im sure you’re smart enough to figure out what to do to help him, with a nudge or two.” He hummed thoughtfully. “I am leaning to option two cause, it’s easier on me, and it’s entertaining, plus no one gets hurt. Though that means i cant have erryin interrogate you about your history which is sad but i can do that later.”

[xinoehp512 he/him]

6 minutes ago, Keke said:

“Yes there is, it’s that he was tortured and brainwashed so if you just let him go hes gonna still have the order to attack you in his brain.” They said and crossed their arms. “Now im not sure i can do to much in the way of interference so i have two ideas. Either A. Replace myself with erryin. Or the more fun option, have you release him and see what happens. I know that he wont be able to hurt you, and im sure you’re smart enough to figure out what to do to help him, with a nudge or two.” He hummed thoughtfully. “I am leaning to option two cause, it’s easier on me, and it’s entertaining, plus no one gets hurt. Though that means i cant have erryin interrogate you about your history which is sad but i can do that later.”

"Fair argument," said Bacon, popping the ball open.

7 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

“That’s a dumb reason. I should know, my friend had a whole thing where he wanted to get back at his ex- it’s a whole tangent, we made a track about it, but revenge is stupid.”, Eden yelled.

honestly, I’m starting to think that the whole gimmick of this character being “she’s in a band” was a mistake. It’s starting to sound really really stupid.

Well, that depends on what your goals are for the character. One-note characters certainly have their uses. And as character traits go, musical talent has a lot of potential for narrative expansion. (Bacon, for one, would be thrilled to be in a band!)

@edgyswordname

Edited February 10 by xinoehp512

[Keke They/he]

Just now, xinoehp512 said:

"Fair argument," said Bacon, popping the ball open.

Hawks popped away as Ben appeared. The red lightning shot around as Ben looked at bacon. “Where-“ he was cut off and his eyes widened and his pupils shrunk and he shot forward throwing a fist at bacon. 

Shameless plug,

i actually cosplayed him with make up n rust! This video and theres a few more posted in the same time frame. Though im on my school iPad so i cant actually post a link link 

 

[xinoehp512 he/him]

2 minutes ago, Keke said:

Hawks popped away as Ben appeared. The red lightning shot around as Ben looked at bacon. “Where-“ he was cut off and his eyes widened and his pupils shrunk and he shot forward throwing a fist at bacon. 

Shameless plug,

i actually cosplayed him with make up n rust! This video and theres a few more posted in the same time frame. Though im on my school iPad so i cant actually post a link link 

 

"Hey, Ben!" said Bacon, conjuring a punching bag for Ben to punch. "Welcome to my humble abode. Would you like some tea?"

[Verdance he/him]

11 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Fair argument," said Bacon, popping the ball open.

Well, that depends on what your goals are for the character. One-note characters certainly have their uses. And as character traits go, musical talent has a lot of potential for narrative expansion. (Bacon, for one, would be thrilled to be in a band!)

@edgyswordname

Hmmm, I guess. Might just be my insecurities talking, but I should definitely think through my goals for my characters a bit more going forward. It makes it more fun!

bacon would have to find a drummer and a vocalist (assuming he plays lead guitar) but he’s totally welcome :3

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

38 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Well, that seems a little rude. What did we ever do to you?"

37 minutes ago, edgyswordname said:

“That’s a dumb reason. I should know, my friend had a whole thing where he wanted to get back at his ex- it’s a whole tangent, we made a track about it, but revenge is stupid.”, Eden yelled.

honestly, I’m starting to think that the whole gimmick of this character being “she’s in a band” was a mistake. It’s starting to sound really really stupid.

Nah. Character growth!

They glared and growled.

i tired lol

[Unintelligenius he/him]

6 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Nothing happens. She gives him her fake hands though. And the fake eyes.

Bob politely refuses and drops them to the ground. He then turns to the nearest mountain and begins walking towards it. If he was going to defeat the wind, he might as well try to find the airbenders who knew so much about the wind.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

49 minutes ago, Unintelligenius said:

Bob politely refuses and drops them to the ground. He then turns to the nearest mountain and begins walking towards it. If he was going to defeat the wind, he might as well try to find the airbenders who knew so much about the wind.

hehe :3

hmm

She sighed and followed, ruffling his hair.

The airbenders were many days walk away. Perhaps he could ask for help?

[NameIess]

4 hours ago, TwinStorm said:

"Hah! That is not what was ordained by Plot at his death! That is blasphemy! He created the single conflict, to restore the Thread to greater glory or destroy it. No other Ending will do!"

I see you will not be convinced. Fool that you are, I still pity you. Pray that your god will strengthen Bacon's arm, else Malevolence turn his attention to you.

--

The King snorted. "Of course. They can effect it just as they can effect any Narrator: with great difficulty."

3 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

“Oh. Okay. I see. That’s really good of you. Not sure how you found her face, unless you’re digging in my memories.” Inkwell did not turn around. “I spent about three years hyperfixating on the analog horror genre, so you’ll have to try REALLY HARD to find something that scares me. Besides like, imminent death. I don’t even have nightmares anymore.” He is rambling, but the only thing to do is turn around. So he does. 

Behind Inkwell is not a monster of horrible feature, but a man carrying a body to the clearing. The man had stopped walking to watch Inkwell cautiously, but he did not look aggressive. He looked sorrowful.

Spoiler

"Do you mean the book or the actual metal?" The Dreamsmith asked. "Both should be in here, somewhere. It's hard to find specific memories while manifesting in this place. They tend to sneak up of their own volition."
As the Dreamsmith led 9/10 down the corridor, a door appeared that was odd. It was closed but not sealed, light and dark taking turns emanating from it.

The Dreamsmith did not seem to notice the door. "Since I've never done a trial before, I believe I shall keep it simple. I'll let you pick between growing as a character, or fighting a monster of some kind. Perhaps a withergeist, or a Narrator from the old days. I remember them well enough for that." he glanced back at the patch of regular air that 9/10 inhabited. "Which would you prefer?"

 

4 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Oh, stop it. You'll make me blush."

The Bacons continued to pump furiously on the bicycle pumps as the various conjurations of Bacon began to swirl together into a steadily growing sphere.

Soon enough, an entire planet hung within the vault, the thousand Bacons scattered across its surface. That is, with the exception of the seven who had been manning the pumps; they each pulled out an instrument and began to play the William Tell Overture with gusto.

Soldiers of every type imaginable began to materialize around them and charge at Malevolence.

Faced with the true power of a Narrator, Malevolence felt a sudden spark of doubt. Had he perhaps rushed into this fight a little too quickly? Had he miscalculated Bacon's strength?

No, of course not. His basic plan would work, it just needed a few... tweaks. The first issue was one of scale. Malevolence had planet-killing weapons, of course, but he doubted Bacon would turn down the opportunity to transform an antimatter warhead into confetti or the like. That left more... experimental options. Malevolence twitched a finger, summoning an army of various drones and robots to distract the soldiers while he ran a few quick calculations in his head.

The vault will survive, of course. He thought. It was built to be especially durable from the inside, and Bacon has conveniently added in a rather large amount of space as cushioning anyways. But will I? He considered this for a few seconds. Likely, yes.

Wasting no further time, Malevolence raised his wrist to his mouth and spoke clearly. "The Price of Failure."

As soon as he spoke these words, a few things happened at once. First, one hundred large drones built specifically for the task appeared and locked together into a metallic shield around Malevolence, then drained their batteries to produce a much more powerful energy shield around the villain. Second, Malevolence himself created a sphere of liquid darkness within his drone-produced shield, reinforcing it with all his will. Third, a metal sphere covered with wires, about the size of a golf ball, appeared on the opposite side of the planet.

This sphere was very simple. A callback to classical experiments crafted by some of the more brazen history makers of Thread. The wires running through the sphere sent a rather unstable mix of energies towards the core of the device. Other wires ordered the outer portions of the sphere to explode, forcing the newly destabilized contents of the core to become closer in association than they would have liked. That central core was not inhabited by much. Just a few miniscule flakes of metal, perhaps a gram of mass in all. Only one flake of Prismite, one of Mordite, one of Nullite, and one of Luxite. (that last being particularly draining on the reserves Malevolence had stolen from Rebus's isolation efforts)

The end result of this simple device was also simple. The four metals, forced to mix, decided they did not like this new arrangement. They disliked it so much so, in fact, that they decided to self-detonate in a violent, reality-tearing explosion that looked on planets as tissue paper and itself as the cosmic sneeze.

[Through the Living Shadow he/him]

9 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

 

Confuzzle it all, responded Bacon mentally. You are absolutely correct. Here, I'll send you a tele-link to the Bacon Castle. Meet up with the Bacon there; he can help you out. I'll stay here and watch over Atlas until she wakes up.

"Not yet, but that's never stopped me before!"

"Okay, hold on a second. Everybody, STOP!"

Silvery chains erupted from every inch of the walls, ceiling, and floor, locking the wings, arms, and legs of all of the combatants in place.

"If you insist on having a battle, I won't stop you," added Bacon. "But something here stinks of misunderstanding, and I would feel a little stupid if we didn't at least try to talk things out."

"Oh, stop it. You'll make me blush."

The Bacons continued to pump furiously on the bicycle pumps as the various conjurations of Bacon began to swirl together into a steadily growing sphere.

Soon enough, an entire planet hung within the vault, the thousand Bacons scattered across its surface. That is, with the exception of the seven who had been manning the pumps; they each pulled out an instrument and began to play the William Tell Overture with gusto.

Soldiers of every type imaginable began to materialize around them and charge at Malevolence.

Agony stared at Bacon, marveling at his pain.

It was quite unique, but quite delicious. He wished to know its source, if only Bacon would allow him.

8 hours ago, edgyswordname said:

“Oh. Okay. I see. That’s really good of you. Not sure how you found her face, unless you’re digging in my memories.” Inkwell did not turn around. “I spent about three years hyperfixating on the analog horror genre, so you’ll have to try REALLY HARD to find something that scares me. Besides like, imminent death. I don’t even have nightmares anymore.” He is rambling, but the only thing to do is turn around. So he does. 

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Oh. Okay. So this is where I would go to find the Lost Metal. The real Lost Metal. Got it. Lead on.

——

Eden grunts as a silvery chain yanks the pike out of her hands, shaking the sting out. “Good move. Does misunderstanding smell like bacon?”

Agony absorbed the chains, staring at the occupants of the room. “Such pain…”

[Keke They/he]

9 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Hey, Ben!" said Bacon, conjuring a punching bag for Ben to punch. "Welcome to my humble abode. Would you like some tea?"

Nonchalant final boss

Ben kicked rhe bag out of the way and glitches forward (think jinx from arcane) and throws another fist

[Verdance he/him]

5 hours ago, NameIess said:

I see you will not be convinced. Fool that you are, I still pity you. Pray that your god will strengthen Bacon's arm, else Malevolence turn his attention to you.

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The King snorted. "Of course. They can effect it just as they can effect any Narrator: with great difficulty."

Behind Inkwell is not a monster of horrible feature, but a man carrying a body to the clearing. The man had stopped walking to watch Inkwell cautiously, but he did not look aggressive. He looked sorrowful.

  Reveal hidden contents

"Do you mean the book or the actual metal?" The Dreamsmith asked. "Both should be in here, somewhere. It's hard to find specific memories while manifesting in this place. They tend to sneak up of their own volition."
As the Dreamsmith led 9/10 down the corridor, a door appeared that was odd. It was closed but not sealed, light and dark taking turns emanating from it.

The Dreamsmith did not seem to notice the door. "Since I've never done a trial before, I believe I shall keep it simple. I'll let you pick between growing as a character, or fighting a monster of some kind. Perhaps a withergeist, or a Narrator from the old days. I remember them well enough for that." he glanced back at the patch of regular air that 9/10 inhabited. "Which would you prefer?"

 

Faced with the true power of a Narrator, Malevolence felt a sudden spark of doubt. Had he perhaps rushed into this fight a little too quickly? Had he miscalculated Bacon's strength?

No, of course not. His basic plan would work, it just needed a few... tweaks. The first issue was one of scale. Malevolence had planet-killing weapons, of course, but he doubted Bacon would turn down the opportunity to transform an antimatter warhead into confetti or the like. That left more... experimental options. Malevolence twitched a finger, summoning an army of various drones and robots to distract the soldiers while he ran a few quick calculations in his head.

The vault will survive, of course. He thought. It was built to be especially durable from the inside, and Bacon has conveniently added in a rather large amount of space as cushioning anyways. But will I? He considered this for a few seconds. Likely, yes.

Wasting no further time, Malevolence raised his wrist to his mouth and spoke clearly. "The Price of Failure."

As soon as he spoke these words, a few things happened at once. First, one hundred large drones built specifically for the task appeared and locked together into a metallic shield around Malevolence, then drained their batteries to produce a much more powerful energy shield around the villain. Second, Malevolence himself created a sphere of liquid darkness within his drone-produced shield, reinforcing it with all his will. Third, a metal sphere covered with wires, about the size of a golf ball, appeared on the opposite side of the planet.

This sphere was very simple. A callback to classical experiments crafted by some of the more brazen history makers of Thread. The wires running through the sphere sent a rather unstable mix of energies towards the core of the device. Other wires ordered the outer portions of the sphere to explode, forcing the newly destabilized contents of the core to become closer in association than they would have liked. That central core was not inhabited by much. Just a few miniscule flakes of metal, perhaps a gram of mass in all. Only one flake of Prismite, one of Mordite, one of Nullite, and one of Luxite. (that last being particularly draining on the reserves Malevolence had stolen from Rebus's isolation efforts)

The end result of this simple device was also simple. The four metals, forced to mix, decided they did not like this new arrangement. They disliked it so much so, in fact, that they decided to self-detonate in a violent, reality-tearing explosion that looked on planets as tissue paper and itself as the cosmic sneeze.

Irrational fear fled like nightmares at dawn. Inkwell stepped back and nodded respectfully as the figure approached. “What did this?” It was not common for many people to die this suddenly.

Spoiler

Sorry, thinking out loud. I don’t often have a voice. He looks to his hip, where Futility sits- conspicuously ornate, the Morse engraved on the sheath spelling The Futility of Language, for some reason. You can just summon Narrators? And you wait here instead of going out and doing something?What does one do when he’s not forging legendary artifacts to change the course of the Thread? 9/10mmHB#2 tries and distracts the Dreamsmith from the immediate decision for a moment, waits for him to look away, then closes its eyes and sticks its head straight through the strange door.

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1 hour ago, SpiritOfWrath said:

Agony absorbed the chains, staring at the occupants of the room. “Such pain…”

A shiver runs down Eden’s spine. She shuts her eyes tight, biting her lip until it bleeds a little. “Okay buddy, thanks for that. Why don’t you stop being edgelord prime and explain what you’re doing here?”