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Lord ZeeAloft was held his skyscraper blade, which truly scraped the sky, fpor he stood there, wiothin the realm of skyeia,below the heavens above,aloft the heaven’s hell below. Then it all went a shuddef and from thos eshudders the land warrped and twisted and warred with itself as reality attempted and failed to latch onto a single location.
Goofykins began a skypound dance,. Thrusting his hips with mighty motions, overexaggerated to a degree most untoward, his string-bean ears flopping back and forth outb of sync with his herrendousy hips.
“Hyuck Hyeuck, Hyeck, Hyonder, my my may Mr. Byrne Down The Kids, I tyink you may have miscylcyullated,” the Ineffebable Prisoneror hyucked most spendiforously. “Hyu must think me getted if this is your first thyout to unwield me and mine!” Then, Goofykins began to laugh, and his laugh laughed and his laughed, laugh, laugh, loaf, lough, luffed, louffed, lorfen laugh laughing laugh’dededdigginsly AND FROM THAT HORRIBLE SOUND THE WORLD SHUDDERED IN CORRUSCATING PATTERNS of unshoadden nature. A face resolved itslef in the bakcscape of their battleground and briefly the meow most è̷͠l͏͏̢͘͘d̶̵͜r͘͞i̵̶͝҉͠ţ̶͡c̴̢͞h̷͟҉͟ rang out through the minds of everything present, and with the sound the SOUND became orange, and with that ORANGE the woruld around them collapsed into orange and black stripes and with those stripes…
You know what, fuck that.
Goofykins swung the skyscraper blade and it cleaved through space itself leaving a deep riftstrain more destructive than even the thirty-first deletion. Time wobbled and wibbled and collapsed and then stabilized, but the space never healed
DETROIT - Long ago.
It was a perfectly average day in Detroit, there was smog and crime and alas the city still existed as a member of the United States of AMURICA. It was a bright beautiful smog-clouded day. A man was taking his daughter, because it was TAKE YOUR KID TO WORK DAY, truly it was all around a better time.
Then.
Then it happened.
A black hole opened in the sky and it tore open, a huge gray blade slicing the very plain in twain, from sky to deep beneath the ground. Buildings were parted and the force of the slash destroyed much of Detroit, rendering it into ruins that could not be healed or unrendered. From the Massive Riftstrain monstrosities were belched, but the gray blade was extracted and disappeared. Usually, a Riftstrain would simply close, but this one was different...instead of merely closing it collapsed and warped itself into needles and threads that wove themselves into the very fabric of the once great industrial city.
It would only be a year later that the City became a City State.
Suddenly all glimmers of uneasying joy fell from the face og Goofykins. The great riftstrain continued to spread, rending not just where they were in moments, but destroying the illusion and SIMILITUDILARLY destroying portions of actual real life locations that the imagery had been evoking.
HyueckHyeuckHyeuck he chortled in monotone. “Hyu myscalcyulated,” hye said stepping forwards. Each footfall made the sky shudder and the illusions continue to tear asunder. He then began hopping down invisible steps in the sky before his legs ran on air, as if slipping, and he began to slide clumsily downwards--his expression flat and lifeless the whole while, making the the actions of his body totally de-synchronized from his expression. He began to accelerate at a startling rate--not dissimilar to his earlier movements(itud[itisia])--and eventually he regained his sliding balance, leaning back on the invisible slide, sparks being generated at his feet as he moved his skyscraper blade infront of him and cradled it like so many CHILD.
“HYU WHYLE REGRET YOUR UTTERANCE CUR. Fyrst I while pluck from you the SYUIT of Big, THEN I will defame you before you and your acolytes! First one lung, then an eye!”
Far away a deep chant could be heard, emanating at a distance from the Forsaken Lands of India and all DisneyLandia.
“AFTER THE EYE COMES THE LEFT THIGH. ONCE HE’S GONE THAT LOW, YOU KNOW HE’LL SOON GO HIGH. NO ESCAPE. NO QUARTER. LIKE US YOU WILL SOON BE SUPPRESED. OPPRESSED. BECOME THE OPPRESSED. SERVE HIS WILL. SERVE
SERVE
SERVE
SERVE
SERVESERVESERVESERVESERVESERVEserveserveserve”
On the horizon thousands of silhouettes became apparent and their size grew at a rate most unsyyttling.
The DISNEY ARMADA was on the march, and there was no styoppyng them now.
His forces commanded and commandeered--the conquerening that he’d been playing for decades finally in motion--Goofykins, formerly Goofy(kins), jumped from the slide and began hurtling down through the air at cartoonish velocity (speed lines exuding out from his body as he fell), raising his skyscraper sword above his head, readying a mighty blow to deal to the unkidded Byrne and his channeld BIG SUIT.
Elsewhere, a duck sneezed.
Goofykins began a skypound dance,. Thrusting his hips with mighty motions, overexaggerated to a degree most untoward, his string-bean ears flopping back and forth outb of sync with his herrendousy hips.
“Hyuck Hyeuck, Hyeck, Hyonder, my my may Mr. Byrne Down The Kids, I tyink you may have miscylcyullated,” the Ineffebable Prisoneror hyucked most spendiforously. “Hyu must think me getted if this is your first thyout to unwield me and mine!” Then, Goofykins began to laugh, and his laugh laughed and his laughed, laugh, laugh, loaf, lough, luffed, louffed, lorfen laugh laughing laugh’dededdigginsly AND FROM THAT HORRIBLE SOUND THE WORLD SHUDDERED IN CORRUSCATING PATTERNS of unshoadden nature. A face resolved itslef in the bakcscape of their battleground and briefly the meow most è̷͠l͏͏̢͘͘d̶̵͜r͘͞i̵̶͝҉͠ţ̶͡c̴̢͞h̷͟҉͟ rang out through the minds of everything present, and with the sound the SOUND became orange, and with that ORANGE the woruld around them collapsed into orange and black stripes and with those stripes…
You know what, fuck that.
Goofykins swung the skyscraper blade and it cleaved through space itself leaving a deep riftstrain more destructive than even the thirty-first deletion. Time wobbled and wibbled and collapsed and then stabilized, but the space never healed
DETROIT - Long ago.
It was a perfectly average day in Detroit, there was smog and crime and alas the city still existed as a member of the United States of AMURICA. It was a bright beautiful smog-clouded day. A man was taking his daughter, because it was TAKE YOUR KID TO WORK DAY, truly it was all around a better time.
Then.
Then it happened.
A black hole opened in the sky and it tore open, a huge gray blade slicing the very plain in twain, from sky to deep beneath the ground. Buildings were parted and the force of the slash destroyed much of Detroit, rendering it into ruins that could not be healed or unrendered. From the Massive Riftstrain monstrosities were belched, but the gray blade was extracted and disappeared. Usually, a Riftstrain would simply close, but this one was different...instead of merely closing it collapsed and warped itself into needles and threads that wove themselves into the very fabric of the once great industrial city.
It would only be a year later that the City became a City State.
Suddenly all glimmers of uneasying joy fell from the face og Goofykins. The great riftstrain continued to spread, rending not just where they were in moments, but destroying the illusion and SIMILITUDILARLY destroying portions of actual real life locations that the imagery had been evoking.
HyueckHyeuckHyeuck he chortled in monotone. “Hyu myscalcyulated,” hye said stepping forwards. Each footfall made the sky shudder and the illusions continue to tear asunder. He then began hopping down invisible steps in the sky before his legs ran on air, as if slipping, and he began to slide clumsily downwards--his expression flat and lifeless the whole while, making the the actions of his body totally de-synchronized from his expression. He began to accelerate at a startling rate--not dissimilar to his earlier movements(itud[itisia])--and eventually he regained his sliding balance, leaning back on the invisible slide, sparks being generated at his feet as he moved his skyscraper blade infront of him and cradled it like so many CHILD.
“HYU WHYLE REGRET YOUR UTTERANCE CUR. Fyrst I while pluck from you the SYUIT of Big, THEN I will defame you before you and your acolytes! First one lung, then an eye!”
Far away a deep chant could be heard, emanating at a distance from the Forsaken Lands of India and all DisneyLandia.
“AFTER THE EYE COMES THE LEFT THIGH. ONCE HE’S GONE THAT LOW, YOU KNOW HE’LL SOON GO HIGH. NO ESCAPE. NO QUARTER. LIKE US YOU WILL SOON BE SUPPRESED. OPPRESSED. BECOME THE OPPRESSED. SERVE HIS WILL. SERVE
SERVE
SERVE
SERVE
SERVESERVESERVESERVESERVESERVEserveserveserve”
On the horizon thousands of silhouettes became apparent and their size grew at a rate most unsyyttling.
The DISNEY ARMADA was on the march, and there was no styoppyng them now.
His forces commanded and commandeered--the conquerening that he’d been playing for decades finally in motion--Goofykins, formerly Goofy(kins), jumped from the slide and began hurtling down through the air at cartoonish velocity (speed lines exuding out from his body as he fell), raising his skyscraper sword above his head, readying a mighty blow to deal to the unkidded Byrne and his channeld BIG SUIT.
Elsewhere, a duck sneezed.
