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logiccosmic

the Prince of Word Crimes
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the Hague, formerly
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[SI/AU/Japan!HighSchool/NoGreatCures!Solar!Exalted/Old!Planeswalking/Commander!SupComCommander!PA/Multicross/Ramna1/2/Evil!WeasleysEvil!DumbesHarryPotter/MyImmortal/SlashFic!Fountainhead/RationalFic/ABO/FateGrandOrder/Gacha!RiotQuest/Pateron/Harem/Futa/MLP/Worm/Slash/Double Slash/Omnislash/DungeonKeeper/Overlord/OperationOverlord/HumanInEquestria/Redemption!FixFic!Taylor/HumanityFuckYeah/Reverse!Summon/Fem!Ryder/Rational!Shepard!Prothean!Liam/FeaturingDanteFromTheDevilMayCrySeries/&Knuckles/ZnT/

&Knuckles]
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Index:
1.1 The End is the Beginning is the End
1.1.1 The End is the Beginning is the End is the Beginning

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Thanks to @terma for the idea!
 
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1.1. The End is the Beginning is the End
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    • I woke up.

    I wasn't in my bed anymore. I wasn't in my house. I wasn't me.

    Stop.

    Now, I bet you are wondering how I got in this situation.

    Well, let me tell you. It's pretty simple, honestly.

    I don't know.

    I'd gotten home. Cleaned a bit, made dinner. A nice one two - just a simple pasta sauce, going maximum generic American. Ground beef, browned properly. Onions, mushrooms, bell peppers, garlic. Some crushed tomatoes, some spices, boom, as they say. Easy, cheap, filling. You can take it to lunch the next day. Just don't take it into the break room - it's no fish or no curry, but it'll be pretty powerful, depending on how much garlic you use.

    Anyway.

    Ate. Cleaned a bit. Did some laundry, played some games. Normal stuff. Played with the animals, and then went to sleep.

    And here I am.

    And here is not where I went to bed.

    It's a much smaller room, made smaller by my size. Maybe 8 foot by 8 foot? 3 meters or whatever for you people who don't use proper Freedom Units. The floor was an odd, reed like material, and my bed, rather than being a nice, expensive mattress, was a fatass blanket. Seriously, spend money on a bed. It's important, you are there for a third of your life. My grandfather always used to say, spend good money on three things: Tires, shoes, and beds. Those are gonna take you wherever you want to go.

    And right now, I wanted to go back to that bed.

    The walls were not the brick of my home, and nor was the air the chilly 72F I like to keep it at. It was warm, humid, and I could smell food cooking. I tried to stretch.

    Gears whirred, and my vision flashed with lines of characters. I blinked.

    Or tried to. Nothing happened, my vision remaining open. I looked at my hand. It was a metal, well, claw. Or grasper. Some sort of industrial equipment.

    I stood, and looked down at myself. I was a, well, robot of some sort. About the same height, and vaguely humanoid, in a blocky, mitliary fashion.

    What.

    I was also wearing duckie pajamas.

    What.

    I crossed the room, moving as slowly as I could. My body responded to me, normally. Nothing felt difficult, or unnatural. If I hadn't looked at myself, I would think I was still a flesh and blood human. This was either the shittiest nightmare, or the shittiest dream. I could still feel temperature, and smell food, and feel the reed sorta-carpeting underneath my feet. My giant metal feet. I looked down at them.

    They were more like giant bird feet.

    Wh- more important things.

    I reached the door. It had no knob. No handle. It was basically made from paper, in a series of square patterns, with a small indentation where one could put there hand or fingers in, and pull it to the side.

    I looked and my giant grabber hands.

    And back at the indentation.

    I slowly extended my arm, reaching out for the door. I could feel a little pressure as I rested the very tips of one of my grippers in the indentation. I tried, very hard, to make the littlest possible movement.

    Nothing happened.

    I tried, an infinitesimally bit more.

    Nothing.

    Fuck it.

    I pulled it open, at a reasonable speed.

    The door flew off its track, ripping apart in mid air. It sprayed reeds, drywall, and paper across the hallway. My foot - metal and heavy - punched right through the mat floor as I left the room. Debris rained down around me, and a cloud of dust billowed out from around me.

    I could see a bathroom, in front of me - now inhabited by the wreckage from my rapid exit. To my right, as I turned my head, I could see a man and a woman, both with Asiatic features, in a kitchen. The woman dropped the ladle she was holding, back into a pot on the stove. The man frowned and crossed his arms. Closer yet, at the table, a little girl, dressed in pajamas, turned back from looking at the adults, to looking at me.

    The young girl looked up at me, and shouted "Onii-chan! You are up!"

    line 1555418: 22110 Segmentation fault (core dumped) 'logic' < /prod/null > 'logic.stdout' 2> 'logic.stderr'
     
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    • I have absolutely no idea what I'm in for. But much like when I first picked up a Brandon Sanderson book , looking at the proud title of ALKATRAZ vs. The EVIL LIBRARIANS!!, I find myself thinking:


    Okay, can't figure out how to get gifs to work here but picture with Will Turner telling Captain Jack "This is either Madness or Brilliance," or Sid the sloth tied up saying "This is either really good, or really bad."
     
    1.1.1 The End is the Beginning is the End is the Beginning
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    • A/N 1: heehee hope you liek it

    A/N 2: Ok so like thanks for the reivews please make sure to keep writing them or at least donating to my pateron

    A/N 3: Thanks to @terma still this is such a great idea here's how our conversation should go:

    terma: logic make sure to right ok ^^
    logic: ok



    And then the portal opened up beneath my feet.

    It was green oval, glowing and shiny. With a comical *shoomp* sound, I fell through it, into a black void. I could feel the wind rushing past my hair - well, exoskeleton, I guess - as I plunged deeper and deeper. What sole light there was - the light coming from the portal entrance - withered away as it closed above me.

    I heard, as it snapped shut, "Uguuu! Now this is actually impossible according to Bayes, Gauss, and Magneto. As you see, by postulating -"

    Blessed silence returned.

    Wholesome darkness. The still of the dead.

    A glimmer of light opened beneath me, and I could hear someone speaking. It was strange, like it was through water and at a distance. I passed through the resultant portal beneath me, and a had a brief glimpse of green, and brown. Land. Planet. Very Fast.

    I slammed into the ground. Hard-packed earth shattered into dust at my intimate arrival with the Earth. The resulting cloud obscured my view, but I could feel warm, humid air. My nose - or olfactory sensor replacements, whatever - could smell fresh air, plants, and, well, stink. It was masked by other scents, but it smelled pretty ripe. Like a bunch of teenagers, who needed to clean their goddamn rooms.

    The cloud began to disperse, and I saw what fresh hell I had been dropped into.

    I was in a courtyard. Stone walls, stone towers. All a grayish, solid looking material, clearly quarried with care and talent. This wasn't a fly by night operation, this was someplace built to last, and was probably older than anything I'd seen in my life. The walls were fairly tall, and while not what I'd think of defensive, if this was a sword and board portal, they'd be adequate to discourage non-determined besiegers. The towers, 5 of which circled the perimeter walls equidistant from the other, surrounded a single larger one in the center. Like a star, or pentagram, almost.

    My servos whined as I looked around, and stomped a bit as I maneuvered in place. I could hear voices.

    Through the dissipating dust, I saw them.

    Kids. A bunch of kids.

    They were all wearing similar uniforms, white and black, well, school uniforms. They also had capes.

    Closer to me, coughing from the dust, were an odd pair of individuals. They were disparate in mannerism, height, everything. The man was balding, with a large, shiny chrome dome. It looks polished. He did look stately, however, distinguished, like a professor. If you slapped a tweed jacked on him, he'd have been a shoe in for the Mister Professor competition, including the swimsuit part. He had the glasses already.

    The girl was taller than average, with curly-ish dark hair. She had spectacles, I think, but it was hard to make her out. She seemed kinda bland, or just like, not described much, or maybe with too many varying descriptions. It was strange.

    The remaining kids around her began to laugh, and bicker with her. They were all arguing back and forth, and laughing at her. She seemed like the kind of kid who'd be stuffed in her locker. Like, not excessively, but definitely bullied. To a realistic amount.

    Code: 
    OLD FRENCH DIALECT/REGIONAL LANGUAGE DETECTED

    Oh thank god, being turned into a robot had some benefits.

    Code: 
    TRANSLATING

    "Baguette, baguette, hon hon hon," she said. "Arrogance, memes, stinky English, not real, English food is bad, stereotype."

    Code: 
    ERROR: TRANSLATOR HAS STOPPED WORKING

    Code: 
    WOULD YOU LIKE TO RESTART?

    Holy shit yes, I thought. The girl kept on talking, and moved closer to me.

    Code: 
    TRANSLATOR RESTARTING

    Oh my god. I'm worse than a Vista machine with three potatoes for processors. I tried to bring up things I should have - like Gamer powers, or schematics. Anything that might help. Or explain.

    Instead, I got a little glowy circle in my vision, cycling.

    I tried to move.

    Nothing responded.

    I tried to turn my head.

    Nothing responded.

    I'm frozen.

    I'm totally frozen.

    My vision still worked, but nothing else did. The girl was getting even closer, and had her wand out. She was saying something.

    A text box flashed up:

    Code: 
    @logiccosmic has stopped working.
Would you like to:
    Check online for a solution later
    Close the program

    Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnno? Those are both bad options.

    The man next to girl rubbed his shiny head, and spoke to her.

    Code: 
    TRANSLATOR IS RESPONDING
OLD FRENCH DIALECT/REGIONAL LANGUAGE DETECTED
GOOGLE TRANSLATOR ACTIVE

    Oh good.

    The girl leaned forward, and said, "My name is Taylor Herbert d'un Blanc d'Albâtre le Worm de La Futa de La Bloat de La Read the Wiki de La Escalation de La Canon de La Escalade de La Crossover de La Kherpi de La Skitter de La What'sherfuckingWardname. Multiverse of the infinite wormfics; curse this arrogant writer, and make it my familiar!"

    Nooooooooooooooooooo-

    And then she closed in on me.

    Code: 
    INTERNAL SCREAMING DETECTED
CASTING TO SPEAKERS

    "NOOOOOOOO-"
     
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    • I feel like I'm having a stroke. Please change your signature to "Hitler is the Logiccosmic of political leaders." as you've clearly surpassed him in the thoughtcrime department.
     
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