Knocking on Heaven's Door [MtG/Multicross/SI]
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Chapter Forty-One (Schwarzesmarken)
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Chapter Forty-One (Schwarzesmarken)
If I had left it to the capable hands of the Eastern Germans, the world would be notified only two to three weeks later, the time it would take for my Slivers to make contact with the fighting lines to the south of the Asian continent. The BETA's air superiority was non-existent. They had a powerful anti-air vehicle, but if the Laser-Class couldn't detect the flying vehicles, then they couldn't shoot them down.
The United Nations would send their representatives to talk, and I would welcome them with chocolate cakes and beautiful joyful songs of harmony and peace. It was actually quite charming how humanity would turn into putty the moment a superior alien force appeared naive and childish in its actions. The idea of being the strong man, the leader, the Alpha that knows all always appeased the interests of any political exponent of any nation.
Eastern Germany could send its messages and the Stasi could intercept them freely, but it couldn't stop Us. The Skep thrived and grew on the flesh of the BETA. Technically, rupturing the Leylines to feed it mana would be another solution, and the best solution would be to bathe it in the blood of countless species while draining their marrows for the greatness of the Hive. The Beta were made of organic flesh, grown into the hives and set out to do their job.
The Slivers emerged from the Skep born of Mana, of Flesh that I freely gave, and which was just as freely replaced in a never-ending flow from the Blind Eternities to regenerate my body. I did not summon pale imitations of the Slivers. I did not conjure them forth. I crafted them into existence. They were of this Plane the moment they were born. Their eyes would see their sky and their noses would smell their earth.
They would slither out and make their way to the closest leader of their clutch, who would in turn look up to his eldest sibling for information. They would click and clack and the chatter would transmit in a relay network made of organic sinews towards me, and then back at them.
Slivers were born alone, but would never be alone ever since. Their minds would become one with the Hive. Their discoveries, their cherished first springing of their coils, the mere act of feeling the wind under their wings for the first time would remain deeply embedded into the Legion's consciousness, and thus, into mine too.
The beauty of childish innocence would then be marred with the knowledge to rip asunder human limbs and tanks, with the identity of the BETA and their main characteristics. Images would float into their bodies, and sharper wings, stronger hides and thicker carapaces would form rearranging the structure of their bones, muscles and blood vessels.
The Sliver would then roar, and no longer chit and chat. It would slither upon powerful muscles and transfer itself through the folds of space to the war front, and there it would dig its talons into the depths of a Tank-Class, as his limbs would multiply. His heads would suddenly lunge in multiple directions, his flesh growing tumors of strengthening fungal syrup as wounds meant to be fatal would close within seconds, regenerating the flesh stronger than before.
Eggs would burst from its back, the newborns knowing all of the art of war and plunging into it with the skill of those around them. Chitin would rearrange and the form would morph, twin humanoid legs stand as the vision would soon be of the battlefield from high above, where slowly massive Slivers would near with twin pair of arms raised up high as sharp spikes would rain down upon the enemy's horde.
This would happen in a matter of minutes.
A BETA's Grappler-Class would snap a limb off, but the next pincer would only rough the skin, and the third attack wouldn't even dent the chitin. Evolution, an entire species' evolution, pursued through a singularity-like event of unquestionable speed and prowess. Time itself accelerated as somber-looking Slivers sneaked around the lines, their pale grey eyes glancing at the streams of time and altering the events. A beheading became a nick, a missed hit of a talon a successful strike, and as their ghastly appearances twirled upon the air, tiny cracks spread through the air around them.
Mana filtered to close them from the back, Slivers with hides covered in pale crystals closing the rifts as they advanced last. The reason Zendikar hadn't been overrun was that the Hive of the Hivelord followed the path of nature. Mine refused to bow to something as trifling as time.
If dimensional rifts were what gave power to Planeswalkers, if they were the universe's way of telling them to stop, then unfortunately the universe had fucked up.
For the universe's definition of apocalypse was my definition of FUN.
"Ah, good evening Major Hannibal!" I said with a bright smile as the Major made his way towards me on a patch of fresh grass which had grown luscious in the small amount of time it had taken for the Slivers to purify the area. I widened my arms. "Would you like a hug?"
"A handshake," the Major replied. Behind him, I could see a few of his most trustworthy attendants. His aide was Marai Heisenberg, a blue-eyed blonde-haired woman wearing her dark green military uniform. A few soldiers were holding what I recognized as very old cameras, perhaps to snap black and white photos. Captain Irisdina Bernhard was present too, striking quite the figure not just because she had her TSF uniform on, perhaps due to the presence of TSFs in the background ready to intervene at a moment's notice, but also because her eyes and her thoughts were telling me everything I needed to know about this situation.
It was the usual.
I was the miracle come to the people of Germany to bring forth a glorious salvation upon the desperate and the hurt, the balm that would save the weak and bring forth eternal prosperity.
It was all hidden deep within her, beneath layers and layers of self-control. Her heart skipped a few beats from nervousness as she understood I was watching her, but then again, it was my intention for her to catch on.
"We do not understand," I said gently, furrowing my brows. "Why is it that for politics, one must kill his egg-brother?"
The Major stiffened abruptly, and my eyes turned upon him. Every other soldier present around us did pretty much the same as the implications sunk in. "What is this Party, this Country, if not mere words you strap upon your tongue?" I asked once more, "If red is called black, it changes not, does it?" I blinked once. "Ah, We see," I nodded softly. "You are still so young," I chuckled. "Barely out of the egg. Thrums."
I smiled as the Major's final thoughts reached the forefront of his mind.
"Indeed, Major Hannibal," I said as an Angelic Sliver brought forth mugs of hot chocolate. "We can read minds." I gingerly took a mug and began to walk towards Captain Irisdina, her whole body stiff and yet at the same time ready, her fingers delicately moving towards her sidearm. "Young Irisdina," I continued as I offered her the mug of hot chocolate. "Trust is a two way door only for those who are weak. The strong do not need the door open to trust those on the other side of it. The strong...have strength." I furrowed my brows. "Would you prefer something other than chocolate?"
Irisdina looked at me, and then at the offered mug. She grabbed the mug with both of her hands, and in that moment the flash went off as a photo was taken, the cameraman not even sorry about it. After him, countless other flashes soon echoed. In the end, more Angelic Slivers were needed, mostly because people finally began to accept the hot chocolate offered to them as a sign of trust.
And as I sipped my own cup of hot chocolate, I smiled softly.
Everything was going according to plan.
If I had left it to the capable hands of the Eastern Germans, the world would be notified only two to three weeks later, the time it would take for my Slivers to make contact with the fighting lines to the south of the Asian continent. The BETA's air superiority was non-existent. They had a powerful anti-air vehicle, but if the Laser-Class couldn't detect the flying vehicles, then they couldn't shoot them down.
The United Nations would send their representatives to talk, and I would welcome them with chocolate cakes and beautiful joyful songs of harmony and peace. It was actually quite charming how humanity would turn into putty the moment a superior alien force appeared naive and childish in its actions. The idea of being the strong man, the leader, the Alpha that knows all always appeased the interests of any political exponent of any nation.
Eastern Germany could send its messages and the Stasi could intercept them freely, but it couldn't stop Us. The Skep thrived and grew on the flesh of the BETA. Technically, rupturing the Leylines to feed it mana would be another solution, and the best solution would be to bathe it in the blood of countless species while draining their marrows for the greatness of the Hive. The Beta were made of organic flesh, grown into the hives and set out to do their job.
The Slivers emerged from the Skep born of Mana, of Flesh that I freely gave, and which was just as freely replaced in a never-ending flow from the Blind Eternities to regenerate my body. I did not summon pale imitations of the Slivers. I did not conjure them forth. I crafted them into existence. They were of this Plane the moment they were born. Their eyes would see their sky and their noses would smell their earth.
They would slither out and make their way to the closest leader of their clutch, who would in turn look up to his eldest sibling for information. They would click and clack and the chatter would transmit in a relay network made of organic sinews towards me, and then back at them.
Slivers were born alone, but would never be alone ever since. Their minds would become one with the Hive. Their discoveries, their cherished first springing of their coils, the mere act of feeling the wind under their wings for the first time would remain deeply embedded into the Legion's consciousness, and thus, into mine too.
The beauty of childish innocence would then be marred with the knowledge to rip asunder human limbs and tanks, with the identity of the BETA and their main characteristics. Images would float into their bodies, and sharper wings, stronger hides and thicker carapaces would form rearranging the structure of their bones, muscles and blood vessels.
The Sliver would then roar, and no longer chit and chat. It would slither upon powerful muscles and transfer itself through the folds of space to the war front, and there it would dig its talons into the depths of a Tank-Class, as his limbs would multiply. His heads would suddenly lunge in multiple directions, his flesh growing tumors of strengthening fungal syrup as wounds meant to be fatal would close within seconds, regenerating the flesh stronger than before.
Eggs would burst from its back, the newborns knowing all of the art of war and plunging into it with the skill of those around them. Chitin would rearrange and the form would morph, twin humanoid legs stand as the vision would soon be of the battlefield from high above, where slowly massive Slivers would near with twin pair of arms raised up high as sharp spikes would rain down upon the enemy's horde.
This would happen in a matter of minutes.
A BETA's Grappler-Class would snap a limb off, but the next pincer would only rough the skin, and the third attack wouldn't even dent the chitin. Evolution, an entire species' evolution, pursued through a singularity-like event of unquestionable speed and prowess. Time itself accelerated as somber-looking Slivers sneaked around the lines, their pale grey eyes glancing at the streams of time and altering the events. A beheading became a nick, a missed hit of a talon a successful strike, and as their ghastly appearances twirled upon the air, tiny cracks spread through the air around them.
Mana filtered to close them from the back, Slivers with hides covered in pale crystals closing the rifts as they advanced last. The reason Zendikar hadn't been overrun was that the Hive of the Hivelord followed the path of nature. Mine refused to bow to something as trifling as time.
If dimensional rifts were what gave power to Planeswalkers, if they were the universe's way of telling them to stop, then unfortunately the universe had fucked up.
For the universe's definition of apocalypse was my definition of FUN.
"Ah, good evening Major Hannibal!" I said with a bright smile as the Major made his way towards me on a patch of fresh grass which had grown luscious in the small amount of time it had taken for the Slivers to purify the area. I widened my arms. "Would you like a hug?"
"A handshake," the Major replied. Behind him, I could see a few of his most trustworthy attendants. His aide was Marai Heisenberg, a blue-eyed blonde-haired woman wearing her dark green military uniform. A few soldiers were holding what I recognized as very old cameras, perhaps to snap black and white photos. Captain Irisdina Bernhard was present too, striking quite the figure not just because she had her TSF uniform on, perhaps due to the presence of TSFs in the background ready to intervene at a moment's notice, but also because her eyes and her thoughts were telling me everything I needed to know about this situation.
It was the usual.
I was the miracle come to the people of Germany to bring forth a glorious salvation upon the desperate and the hurt, the balm that would save the weak and bring forth eternal prosperity.
It was all hidden deep within her, beneath layers and layers of self-control. Her heart skipped a few beats from nervousness as she understood I was watching her, but then again, it was my intention for her to catch on.
"We do not understand," I said gently, furrowing my brows. "Why is it that for politics, one must kill his egg-brother?"
The Major stiffened abruptly, and my eyes turned upon him. Every other soldier present around us did pretty much the same as the implications sunk in. "What is this Party, this Country, if not mere words you strap upon your tongue?" I asked once more, "If red is called black, it changes not, does it?" I blinked once. "Ah, We see," I nodded softly. "You are still so young," I chuckled. "Barely out of the egg. Thrums."
I smiled as the Major's final thoughts reached the forefront of his mind.
"Indeed, Major Hannibal," I said as an Angelic Sliver brought forth mugs of hot chocolate. "We can read minds." I gingerly took a mug and began to walk towards Captain Irisdina, her whole body stiff and yet at the same time ready, her fingers delicately moving towards her sidearm. "Young Irisdina," I continued as I offered her the mug of hot chocolate. "Trust is a two way door only for those who are weak. The strong do not need the door open to trust those on the other side of it. The strong...have strength." I furrowed my brows. "Would you prefer something other than chocolate?"
Irisdina looked at me, and then at the offered mug. She grabbed the mug with both of her hands, and in that moment the flash went off as a photo was taken, the cameraman not even sorry about it. After him, countless other flashes soon echoed. In the end, more Angelic Slivers were needed, mostly because people finally began to accept the hot chocolate offered to them as a sign of trust.
And as I sipped my own cup of hot chocolate, I smiled softly.
Everything was going according to plan.
- Location
- Serbia
Nobody's going to start with building multi galactic empires obviously. That's for when you are thousands of years old and a few hundred years feel like days. It's just something you can do after you've gotten bored of Earth (which will admittedly take a while). If you are asking me what I'd do first? When I just become a Planeswalker?
I'd travel 50 years into the future to see how the world has changed. I'd want to see all the new technology and entertainment. Then I'd do it again and again and again... See how long humanity lasts. And how the universe ends. See how it begins too. Play all the games and watch all the movies. Then I'd go to the past and awe a bunch of cavemen. See if it's true they were smarter then modern humans (we apparently lost a tennis ball's volume of brain mass since then). Maybe get myself a pet neanderthal...
I might create a species of elves and then travel to the future to see if they went full Thalmor on everyone. I'd explore space and look for aliens. Blow up a few planets and galaxies. Do some extreme sports. Fly like a bird. See what's at the bottom of the ocean. Go on vacations and explore the Earth, both past, present and future.
Who doesn't want to visit Constantinople and meet Alexios Kommnenos? Visit Rome and meet Augustus and Caesar? Meet Tesla and ask him whether he thought of himself as a Serb or a Croat and finally know who has it right? I am half one and half other so whatever his answer is, I'd be cool with it. I'd ask him to give me all his awesome blueprints too. Maybe take him to the future and have him see all our tech. I'd learn Latin and Ancient Greek. Sumerian and Klingon.
I'd still visit a few fictional settings so I could meet all my waifus and other favorite characters. I wouldn't visit other planes that much. Most of my time, I would spend on Earth. Being able to talk to the character you just saw in a movie or read about in a book and prevent his death if it made you sad would still be pretty nice.
I'd use mind magic to make learning things super easy and have perfect memory. Make myself smarter. As for why I'd want to rule the world, it's because then I can control the culture and reshape society so everyone spends all their time creating interesting fiction and entertainment. I could make people like Tolkien immortal and have him make more Lord of the Rings. I could make it so shows and books that were never finished get finished.
Really ,there's so many things I'd like to do that I could never list them all. I would probably spend the first several years as a shut in playing PC games though. On my best in the world PC from the future.
- Location
- Elsewhere
Your plan involved hot chocolate... not coffee.
Okay, now I believe you are a hyper-evolved abomination pretending to be a Shade.
TheLurker
Random Omnipotent Lazy-As-Fuck Being
- Location
- The space beyond the stars
...well that's suitably terrifying.
- Location
- Somewhere
Fuck. It wasn't just elaborate window-dressing and play-acting, he really did go full Sliver.
Trusty_Chester
That One Guy
- Location
- Texas
Hmm.
Limitless potential?
This will be....
Interesting.
Limitless potential?
This will be....
Interesting.
4rt1ll3ry
Transhuman Cyborg in progress
You say that as though this Shade has not guided the Slivers evolution to include a special gland that secretes the most perfect of coffee when they want coffee but do not want to conjure coffee from the Blind Eternities.
I mean, if I was part of the biological singularity I know I would want to have a caffeine/other stimulant gland and the required biology to never suffer downsides of it.
- Location
- Mountains and rivers
Code:
http://www.hrvatskipravoslavci.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=6:tajna-strogo-skrivanog-dnevnika-nikole-tesle&catid=2:povijest&Itemid=6You don't really need magic for that. Cf. memory palaces. Actually, just check this out: Getting Started - Memory Techniques Wiki
Languages have been exploited already. E.g., Gabriel Wyner wrote a book (he also has a site) with many ways to learn a language, Tim Ferriss made a blog which shows how to become good quickly, etc.
I mean, there's the diminishing returns, but if you get rid of those via magic, you're basically a Pillar Man so just copying their BS is a valid tactic.
- Location
- Serbia
Research would definitely be a pain in the ass. I honestly don't care what the answer is. It's not something I think about. Still, when thinking of things to do it came up. It couldn't possibly take more then five minutes why not, right? It's just one more thing to ask Tesla. Possibly at the end of our conversation. The first thing I'd ask him for would be those death ray plans. Can't conquer the world without a death ray. Well, you can but it wouldn't be the same. Another thing I could do is meet all of my ancestors. Create a proper family tree... And I'll stop there. Contemplating about what I'd do if I had unlimited power is unlikely to do anything more then make me sad.
That's very interesting. I might read up more on it when I have time. Most of the time I do have is spent on studying for my university (enjoy high school while you can. it only gets worse from there) so I can't really read for pleasure all that much. I did do some reading when it comes to memory techniques a few years ago but heh, I've forgotten all about it. The thing with magic is that you can make it so you are never bored and remember absolutely everything perfectly. Even pull that Jedi/Sith trick where you take knowledge of language from someone's mind and instantly become fluent. That'd be pretty great. Much more effective too.
- Location
- Elsewhere
That would make perfect sense for the Real Shade... but this is Hot Chocolate Sliver Pseudo-Shade.
4rt1ll3ry
Transhuman Cyborg in progress
Doesn't real Shade have a metaphysical organ in his soul that turns angst into Muse fuel and reader despair into an otherworldly update speed?
After all, Shade has said when writing that angst flows, but waff takes work.
shadowace2400
Planeswalker Extraordinaire
- Location
- Texas
Isn't it obvious? Sliver Shade is keeping all the coffee for himself.
Trusty_Chester
That One Guy
- Location
- Texas
.....
Oh god.
That explains a lot.
Oh god.
That explains a lot.
- Location
- Ireland
Please explain, im not getting the horror here.
Trusty_Chester
That One Guy
- Location
- Texas
Either Shadewalker gave up coffee for hot chocolate, or this ain't Shade.
shadowace2400
Planeswalker Extraordinaire
- Location
- Texas
Once again, why would Shadewalker give HIS coffee to other people? He's obviously keeping it for himself.
Sakuya's Butler
A refined Butler to a knife wielding Mistress.
- Location
- ↓, ↘, → + Punch
He's giving them his 'failed' coffee.
Trusty_Chester
That One Guy
- Location
- Texas
Nonsense, coffee cannot 'fail'!
Only taste really.....
Strange?
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Sakuya's Butler
A refined Butler to a knife wielding Mistress.
- Location
- ↓, ↘, → + Punch
Phrasing...
I think you meant:
"Nonsense, coffee cannot 'fail'!"
Otherwise, your reply is hilarious. Awesome, but also hilarious.
Trusty_Chester
That One Guy
- Location
- Texas
Godzillaslayer10
I am ready for this quest!
- Location
- Somewhere
How loyal is Rito to people who he percieves as friends? I'm asking because I'm still waiting for Shade to get his ass handed to him by the Eldrazi, and the coalition of allied Planeswalkers, and then the Planeswalkers he's helped in this story act as cavalry to save him.