[Worm AU] The Shards And The Bees
- Thread starter Eotyrannus
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This was so entertaining to read about. Hope we can see Zion glare at more people later on.
RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
- Location
- Australia
Well, yeah. Alan is definitely going to be punishing Emma for her bullying Taylor now. It's pretty doubtful that Alan even knew that his daughter was bullying his friends daughter, so it's even possible that the Danny-Alan friendship could be salvaged before it even gets hurt. Because I can't see someone as intelligent as Alan having knowingly allowed Zions niece to be bullied by his daughter.
Yeah, Emma's fucked, and Sophia's probably fucked even harder once he goes and tells the PRT what Sophia has probably been doing, along with a copy of Taylors evidence. And I think we can all see Mr Save-My-and-My-Daughters-Arse trying to make amends by seeking punishment for at least one of the bullies, before everything comes crashing down on his head.
Yeah, Emma's fucked, and Sophia's probably fucked even harder once he goes and tells the PRT what Sophia has probably been doing, along with a copy of Taylors evidence. And I think we can all see Mr Save-My-and-My-Daughters-Arse trying to make amends by seeking punishment for at least one of the bullies, before everything comes crashing down on his head.
She already accidentallied a Thinker power during her computer class, so probably!
- Location
- Nowhere
That would be a funny story in of itself. It seems like it would end with everyone passed out in various interesting ways, Zion wearing a lampshade, Danny passed out on a chandelier that they somehow got, Taylor on the couch in an uncomfortable position and Lung in a crater in the yard hugging a huge bottle of sake that Zion gave him as a gift.
Borrowing
Fantasy Seal
- Location
- Gensokyo
Ah, I didn't notice that part. I'm a skimming-type reader, see.
EntropicObserver
Eldtich watcher of funnies and happy times
- Location
- HOW WOULD I KNOW?
you have my eye, Watched
- Location
- USA
Could also have been software tinker.
Chapter 4
- Location
- England. Tea and scones, wot wot!
The car trip home was done in the contented silence of a job well done... The silence from the two adults was, anyway. Personally, my silence was caused by actively-sought incomprehension. Either way, nobody spoke, not until the tires were crunching on the gravel outside our old, familiar house.
We stepped out of the car together- or rather, me and Dad did. Zion just sort of hovered, apparently unperturbed by the idea of someone seeing him, his radiant gold features not quite meshing with the dingy streets around him.
To be honest that was probably a sign nobody could see him. He probably had a power for that, the ass.
We trailed after him as he floated over to the door, looking much less majestic than he would due to the fact he was only about three centimetres off the ground. He pressed his eye to the keyhole, as if it were an optic scanner- which was apparently enough to unlock it, as a second later the door was open and he was moving into the hallway.
We continued to follow, until Dad paused just outside the door. "So, I've been thinking," he said.
"God help us all," I muttered under my breath, stopping beside him.
"Your mother, she… kept a diary," he explained. "I would have let you read it as well, but it… ah… makes her nature fairly obvious."
"You mean it... looks like it was written by a hyperdimensional space whale made out of superpowers?" I questioned as I stepped inside. Zion was holding the door, which was probably the only polite thing I'd seen him do. "What's that supposed to mean?"
In lieu of an answer, he stepped over to the stairs and picked up a small, worn-looking, leather-bound book from a well-trodded, carpet-covered step. A single ribbon kept it closed. He regarded it for a moment- fondness welled up in his expression- and then he held it out to me. "Here's your chance to find out," he said.
It took me a second to register what it was- and another to muster the courage to take it from him. I tentatively took it in my grip, and stood there for a second, staring at her messy, hand-written name on the cover. It looked like it was done by a kid- and, thinking about it, perhaps she had started this diary as a young girl.
Dad noticed my reflective pause. "Open it up," he encouraged, smiling.
Zion had fucked off to somewhere else in the house while I wasn't looking. That was good- this was… this was important to me.
I opened it, and flicked through it for a second. Beyond the front cover, her handwriting was constant- the same small, circular writing I remembered from progress reports, school journals and her own then-incomprehensible essays she wrote. Each entry was carefully dated, the times jotted down in digital format to a greater precision than could possibly be useful. The space that wasn't filled by text was covered in tiny dots, of varying sizes and colours.
I began to read.
The next entry was much shorter, and simply read:
I skipped forwards.
I blinked. "...Did Mom set up Mouse Protector to get murdered, when she was a kid?" I asked.
"Is it murder if something with their brain is still alive and well enough to join the Slaughterhouse Nine?" Dad suggested.
I… I'm not going to answer that question. I skipped ahead again- and found myself coming to a place where a number of pages had been neatly removed.
The entry before that read:
The pages cut out here. Overleaf, it continued an unrelated sentence.
"...Really, Mom?" I asked the diary flatly. "That's all you have to say?"
Dad glanced at the expression of pure exasperation on my face, and wisely said nothing.
Imagine, if you will, a beautiful painting.
Now imagine somebody putting it on the floor, taking the cover off, covering it in bacon and squeaky toys, and releasing a cascade of dogs upon it. Then, after ten minutes, and without removing the dogs, they picked it up and put it on the wall again.
This is roughly what the diary was doing to my perception of my mother right now. Nevertheless, I flicked forwards- and stopped on the last page.
My heart skipped a beat when I realised it- I glanced away, not willing to read it for a second. Then, I took a breath, and read the last personal thoughts she'd wanted to write down.
The entry before that last one, it read:
And then, there was the last entry. It was… not what I would have expected her last entry to look like. I was expecting just some normal day-in-the-life stuff, or perhaps more crazed ramblings like the other things that had caught my attention.
Instead, it was very short, and read:
The book went to unmarred, perfectly white pages after that.
Despite how… utterly underwhelming it had been to hear some of my mother's personal thoughts on life, I closed the book gently and carefully redid the ribbon that had held it shut, with the intention to read it fully later.
"I hope you find it enlightening," said Dad.
I was still going to read it. But I certainly wasn't going to think about it. "Being enlightened by it sounds like a very bad idea for my sanity," I told him, and headed upstairs for the desktop computer.
It didn't take me long to butcher the browser again and write my reply to the teen supervillain I'd met last night. It was then I realised- last night felt like a long, long time ago.
Tattletale wanted to meet me in costume, with a ciphered message telling me her location. I eagerly accepted the request- it was the most irrelevant thing I could think of, and that was something I badly, badly needed right now.
We stepped out of the car together- or rather, me and Dad did. Zion just sort of hovered, apparently unperturbed by the idea of someone seeing him, his radiant gold features not quite meshing with the dingy streets around him.
To be honest that was probably a sign nobody could see him. He probably had a power for that, the ass.
We trailed after him as he floated over to the door, looking much less majestic than he would due to the fact he was only about three centimetres off the ground. He pressed his eye to the keyhole, as if it were an optic scanner- which was apparently enough to unlock it, as a second later the door was open and he was moving into the hallway.
We continued to follow, until Dad paused just outside the door. "So, I've been thinking," he said.
"God help us all," I muttered under my breath, stopping beside him.
"Your mother, she… kept a diary," he explained. "I would have let you read it as well, but it… ah… makes her nature fairly obvious."
"You mean it... looks like it was written by a hyperdimensional space whale made out of superpowers?" I questioned as I stepped inside. Zion was holding the door, which was probably the only polite thing I'd seen him do. "What's that supposed to mean?"
In lieu of an answer, he stepped over to the stairs and picked up a small, worn-looking, leather-bound book from a well-trodded, carpet-covered step. A single ribbon kept it closed. He regarded it for a moment- fondness welled up in his expression- and then he held it out to me. "Here's your chance to find out," he said.
It took me a second to register what it was- and another to muster the courage to take it from him. I tentatively took it in my grip, and stood there for a second, staring at her messy, hand-written name on the cover. It looked like it was done by a kid- and, thinking about it, perhaps she had started this diary as a young girl.
Dad noticed my reflective pause. "Open it up," he encouraged, smiling.
Zion had fucked off to somewhere else in the house while I wasn't looking. That was good- this was… this was important to me.
I opened it, and flicked through it for a second. Beyond the front cover, her handwriting was constant- the same small, circular writing I remembered from progress reports, school journals and her own then-incomprehensible essays she wrote. Each entry was carefully dated, the times jotted down in digital format to a greater precision than could possibly be useful. The space that wasn't filled by text was covered in tiny dots, of varying sizes and colours.
I began to read.
Entry 1
Dear Diary,
It took a while, but I finally have that new body up and running. And for once, none of the native organisms are inappropriately running away and screaming! I'll have to thank that lovely couple if they ever come to visit, I don't think they left their communication shards intact.
So, the primitive beings here make a habit of utilising paper as a recording method, and then attempting to communicate with it while writing upon it. This is, of course, ridiculous- but it could still be useful data, so I'm going to do it anyway. Their 'writing' methodology is also incredibly inefficient, so any excess data I'm going to store in a pleasing and efficient encoded system on the sides of the page.
To summarise what has happened since my last planet-
-I figured out how to make the omniplanetary detonation a little more efficient. This should help now I'm sharing a planet.
-A pair of undulatory entities missed my alert to say I was going to set down here- the risks of divergent evolution, I suppose. I needed to save energy, so I couldn't use anything more than a quick burst, but passing over my primary precognitive and quantum stabilisation shards was enough to prevent them from murdering me.
-Apparently the random shardload of social data was incredibly valuable for their destructive testing methods, and what they considered to be useless data on three-dimensional organisms has finally given me what I need to run an infiltration properly! I'll keep it as a single individual for now, and then scale it up as the other entities destabilise the planet.
-I really need to get some faster-than-light travel, because wow are my shards outdated compared to these two. Hopefully I can trade for some, maybe tag along for a while until I'm caught up to modern standards.
Signed, Annette.
Dear Diary,
It took a while, but I finally have that new body up and running. And for once, none of the native organisms are inappropriately running away and screaming! I'll have to thank that lovely couple if they ever come to visit, I don't think they left their communication shards intact.
So, the primitive beings here make a habit of utilising paper as a recording method, and then attempting to communicate with it while writing upon it. This is, of course, ridiculous- but it could still be useful data, so I'm going to do it anyway. Their 'writing' methodology is also incredibly inefficient, so any excess data I'm going to store in a pleasing and efficient encoded system on the sides of the page.
To summarise what has happened since my last planet-
-I figured out how to make the omniplanetary detonation a little more efficient. This should help now I'm sharing a planet.
-A pair of undulatory entities missed my alert to say I was going to set down here- the risks of divergent evolution, I suppose. I needed to save energy, so I couldn't use anything more than a quick burst, but passing over my primary precognitive and quantum stabilisation shards was enough to prevent them from murdering me.
-Apparently the random shardload of social data was incredibly valuable for their destructive testing methods, and what they considered to be useless data on three-dimensional organisms has finally given me what I need to run an infiltration properly! I'll keep it as a single individual for now, and then scale it up as the other entities destabilise the planet.
-I really need to get some faster-than-light travel, because wow are my shards outdated compared to these two. Hopefully I can trade for some, maybe tag along for a while until I'm caught up to modern standards.
Signed, Annette.
The next entry was much shorter, and simply read:
Entry 2
Dear Diary,
Whoops.
Signed, Annette.
Dear Diary,
Whoops.
Signed, Annette.
I skipped forwards.
Entry 53
Dear Diary,
There is a rather irritating girl in my class. Normally this would be excusable, but unfortunately they've got a shard attached to them which is driving her to be so annoying, which is the main reason I'm actually feeling irritated rather than my human avatar experiencing a roughly similar emotional analogue. I mean, really? 'Mouse Protector'? Who thought that would generate any conflict?
This just doesn't work for me, so I've set it so a small child kills her and fuses her brain with her shard-designated most-hated-enemy in the world in a few decades' time.
It'll be hilarious.
Signed, Annette.
Dear Diary,
There is a rather irritating girl in my class. Normally this would be excusable, but unfortunately they've got a shard attached to them which is driving her to be so annoying, which is the main reason I'm actually feeling irritated rather than my human avatar experiencing a roughly similar emotional analogue. I mean, really? 'Mouse Protector'? Who thought that would generate any conflict?
This just doesn't work for me, so I've set it so a small child kills her and fuses her brain with her shard-designated most-hated-enemy in the world in a few decades' time.
It'll be hilarious.
Signed, Annette.
I blinked. "...Did Mom set up Mouse Protector to get murdered, when she was a kid?" I asked.
"Is it murder if something with their brain is still alive and well enough to join the Slaughterhouse Nine?" Dad suggested.
I… I'm not going to answer that question. I skipped ahead again- and found myself coming to a place where a number of pages had been neatly removed.
The entry before that read:
Entry 247
Dear Diary,
This species is both rather intelligent and incredibly stupid.
As I've previously established- unlike myself and the warrior entity I still see flying around on the news, humans possess a sort of… fuzzy intelligence. They don't remember things with perfect clarity, as we do, or as their computers do- rather, their sentience is based almost entirely on the linking of different concepts and sensations.
While they suffer a large amount of data loss, they utilise instinct and more strongly-linked concepts as a baseline with which to peruse and recreate novel memories and ideas. This means that their entire consciousness is, effectively, an engine that recombines previously-existing ideas into new ones.
Now, this doesn't seem like an unlikely conclusion of the evolutionary process, being a highly efficient and reactive method of sentience. However, I would probably consider most sapient creatures to be more like ourselves- or rather, the designed ones, which tend to exist for long enough periods of time I'd be likely to encounter them. And besides, this is the first time I've had the resources to do a proper infiltration and observation, thanks to the other entities I've met. When I asked the warrior entity, he and his partner had come to the same conclusion long ago.
Personally, I'd consider this method of thought extremely useful. The other entities do, as well- I've observed many shards capable of this type of processing- but I'd suggest that an attempt at larger shard clusters that think like this would be great for downtime processing.
Of course, this would be counterproductive for most other entities I've seen. After all, the goal is data collection here, not data processing- that's for the end of the Cycle- and this is specifically dedicated for processing as much information as possible while recording very little information.
Then there's the fact that most other entities don't really have the downtime a momentum-based method of travel brings. They just zoom from place to place, testing to their heart's content, thinking as little as possible, just utilising their precognitive abilities to get ready to collect data and then immediately landing to begin.
I may be slightly jealous.
The main reason I'm discussing this is because this method, obviously, relies on increasing base knowledge and methodologies to exponentially-
Dear Diary,
This species is both rather intelligent and incredibly stupid.
As I've previously established- unlike myself and the warrior entity I still see flying around on the news, humans possess a sort of… fuzzy intelligence. They don't remember things with perfect clarity, as we do, or as their computers do- rather, their sentience is based almost entirely on the linking of different concepts and sensations.
While they suffer a large amount of data loss, they utilise instinct and more strongly-linked concepts as a baseline with which to peruse and recreate novel memories and ideas. This means that their entire consciousness is, effectively, an engine that recombines previously-existing ideas into new ones.
Now, this doesn't seem like an unlikely conclusion of the evolutionary process, being a highly efficient and reactive method of sentience. However, I would probably consider most sapient creatures to be more like ourselves- or rather, the designed ones, which tend to exist for long enough periods of time I'd be likely to encounter them. And besides, this is the first time I've had the resources to do a proper infiltration and observation, thanks to the other entities I've met. When I asked the warrior entity, he and his partner had come to the same conclusion long ago.
Personally, I'd consider this method of thought extremely useful. The other entities do, as well- I've observed many shards capable of this type of processing- but I'd suggest that an attempt at larger shard clusters that think like this would be great for downtime processing.
Of course, this would be counterproductive for most other entities I've seen. After all, the goal is data collection here, not data processing- that's for the end of the Cycle- and this is specifically dedicated for processing as much information as possible while recording very little information.
Then there's the fact that most other entities don't really have the downtime a momentum-based method of travel brings. They just zoom from place to place, testing to their heart's content, thinking as little as possible, just utilising their precognitive abilities to get ready to collect data and then immediately landing to begin.
I may be slightly jealous.
The main reason I'm discussing this is because this method, obviously, relies on increasing base knowledge and methodologies to exponentially-
The pages cut out here. Overleaf, it continued an unrelated sentence.
-power drill seemed really unsafe, but it was probably the most data-rich part of the whole experience. If it had gone wrong I could just get a new body anyway. They'd probably just assume the missing central nervous system of an emergency nexus withdrawal was unrelated.
Signed, Annette.
On further notice, there seemed to be an awful lot of missing pages- the entry directly afterwards seemed like proof of that, considering the much later date and slightly larger number.Signed, Annette.
Entry 264
Dear Diary,
Apparently, the other entities' three-dimensional knowledge is sufficient to create an avatar capable of reproduction.
I was not, in fact, aware of this.
The male specimen also appears surprised, but a brief application of intensive data processing later and I confirmed that my parents had indeed suddenly come into a windfall of material wealth. So basic biological requirements for the juvenile have been met.
Of slightly more concern is that the shard I was utilising hadn't encountered this situation before, and its closest scenario involved applying additional shards to provide the target with superpowers. It gave up on attempting to apply all shards, but it managed to create and apply copies of the most vital shards as considered by both myself and my two compatriots.
The nature of those primary shards, and the other entities' own methodologies, means that those primary shards have been scrubbed, disconnected, and set up with their own dimensional guards and precognition prevention engines (or however you'd translate that to meat sack language) while mine have experienced an unplanned drain.
Effectively, I have somehow accidentally created what the test species would probably consider a 'juvenile entity'- though as this phenomenon is completely outside of anything we were told to do at the start of the cycle, a more correct term would probably be 'juvenile human with a brain-dead gestalt creature that technically meets the minimum requirements to be considered an entity'.
I'll ask Zion to see how it's probably going to work out. Who knows? Maybe it could do something useful.
Signed, Annette.
Dear Diary,
Apparently, the other entities' three-dimensional knowledge is sufficient to create an avatar capable of reproduction.
I was not, in fact, aware of this.
The male specimen also appears surprised, but a brief application of intensive data processing later and I confirmed that my parents had indeed suddenly come into a windfall of material wealth. So basic biological requirements for the juvenile have been met.
Of slightly more concern is that the shard I was utilising hadn't encountered this situation before, and its closest scenario involved applying additional shards to provide the target with superpowers. It gave up on attempting to apply all shards, but it managed to create and apply copies of the most vital shards as considered by both myself and my two compatriots.
The nature of those primary shards, and the other entities' own methodologies, means that those primary shards have been scrubbed, disconnected, and set up with their own dimensional guards and precognition prevention engines (or however you'd translate that to meat sack language) while mine have experienced an unplanned drain.
Effectively, I have somehow accidentally created what the test species would probably consider a 'juvenile entity'- though as this phenomenon is completely outside of anything we were told to do at the start of the cycle, a more correct term would probably be 'juvenile human with a brain-dead gestalt creature that technically meets the minimum requirements to be considered an entity'.
I'll ask Zion to see how it's probably going to work out. Who knows? Maybe it could do something useful.
Signed, Annette.
"...Really, Mom?" I asked the diary flatly. "That's all you have to say?"
Dad glanced at the expression of pure exasperation on my face, and wisely said nothing.
Imagine, if you will, a beautiful painting.
Now imagine somebody putting it on the floor, taking the cover off, covering it in bacon and squeaky toys, and releasing a cascade of dogs upon it. Then, after ten minutes, and without removing the dogs, they picked it up and put it on the wall again.
This is roughly what the diary was doing to my perception of my mother right now. Nevertheless, I flicked forwards- and stopped on the last page.
My heart skipped a beat when I realised it- I glanced away, not willing to read it for a second. Then, I took a breath, and read the last personal thoughts she'd wanted to write down.
The entry before that last one, it read:
Entry 672
Dear Diary,
Y'know, it was extremely unlikely that Zion's wife would have died if she were just being shanked at random. From what I've seen of his avatar, even a dimension-spanning work-in-progress wouldn't have every single central processing unit be a nexus like my own, admittedly more vulnerable avatar has.
I'm suspecting their stupid superpower things worked against her- an information-gathering power that she didn't turn off before the human (or other sentient being, I'm not sure where in this planet's list of dimensions that happened in) gathered enough to apply lethal force.
I expect she turned it off for every entity, but just in case she didn't, I'm going to check with Zion next time he visits our cute little family. My anti-precog is running low on power- apparently the avatar shard thought it was really important for some reason- and I gave away my personal-use precog to provide aggressive countermeasures for me, so it's prudent to check. Being prudent, I've learned, is extremely important in situations where you don't have all the information.
Goddamn anti-precog butterfly effects. The other two love that thing so much even some of the thinker entity's dead, broken combat shards still have their precog guards up. It's ridiculous.
Signed, Annette.
Dear Diary,
Y'know, it was extremely unlikely that Zion's wife would have died if she were just being shanked at random. From what I've seen of his avatar, even a dimension-spanning work-in-progress wouldn't have every single central processing unit be a nexus like my own, admittedly more vulnerable avatar has.
I'm suspecting their stupid superpower things worked against her- an information-gathering power that she didn't turn off before the human (or other sentient being, I'm not sure where in this planet's list of dimensions that happened in) gathered enough to apply lethal force.
I expect she turned it off for every entity, but just in case she didn't, I'm going to check with Zion next time he visits our cute little family. My anti-precog is running low on power- apparently the avatar shard thought it was really important for some reason- and I gave away my personal-use precog to provide aggressive countermeasures for me, so it's prudent to check. Being prudent, I've learned, is extremely important in situations where you don't have all the information.
Goddamn anti-precog butterfly effects. The other two love that thing so much even some of the thinker entity's dead, broken combat shards still have their precog guards up. It's ridiculous.
Signed, Annette.
And then, there was the last entry. It was… not what I would have expected her last entry to look like. I was expecting just some normal day-in-the-life stuff, or perhaps more crazed ramblings like the other things that had caught my attention.
Instead, it was very short, and read:
Entry 673
DEAR DIARY,
THAT. FUCKING. BITCH.
SIGNED, ANNETTE.
DEAR DIARY,
THAT. FUCKING. BITCH.
SIGNED, ANNETTE.
The book went to unmarred, perfectly white pages after that.
Despite how… utterly underwhelming it had been to hear some of my mother's personal thoughts on life, I closed the book gently and carefully redid the ribbon that had held it shut, with the intention to read it fully later.
"I hope you find it enlightening," said Dad.
I was still going to read it. But I certainly wasn't going to think about it. "Being enlightened by it sounds like a very bad idea for my sanity," I told him, and headed upstairs for the desktop computer.
It didn't take me long to butcher the browser again and write my reply to the teen supervillain I'd met last night. It was then I realised- last night felt like a long, long time ago.
Tattletale wanted to meet me in costume, with a ciphered message telling me her location. I eagerly accepted the request- it was the most irrelevant thing I could think of, and that was something I badly, badly needed right now.
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- On a Journey Through The Decade
Wait, is Annette Abaddon?
- Location
- Nowhere
Yep that's Contessa in a shellnut.
- Location
- Existance
In this AU, Scion's ass stops people from being able to see him.
Got it.
I feel like this is referring to the actual edge sides of the pages, not the margins of each page.
Yeah, who would have thought?
It's not like it generates any conflict.
At all.
Ha! She thinks we got our computers to store data without it getting corrupt, degrading, or accidentally removed. Shows what she knows!
Considering what some people call 'art', I'm not sure that wouldn't still be considered a 'beautiful painting'.
- Location
- Somewhere
This...
This has... possibilities...
Carry on.
Personally I would Love to read your take on "Magical Space Whale Taylor with zero fucks to give" but yeah this is pretty promising!
- Location
- United States
I love this. Taylor is considering going villian so that life makes sense/stops getting weirder XD
RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
- Location
- Australia
No, this is Contessa in a nutshell; "Help, help, I'm in a nutshell."
- Location
- united states
either that or
use power.
[PTV]: TAKE TWO STEPS FORWARD
Contessa takes two steps forward.
[PTV]: PLACE HANDS AGAINST THE INSIDE OF THE NUT SHELL
Contessa places her hands on the nutshell.
[PTV]: SMASH YOUR HEAD AGAINST THE NUT SHELL SEVEN TIMES CONSECUTIVELY IN SETS OF THREE
Contessa headbutts the inside of the nut shell seven times in sets of three.
[PTV]: SCREAM IN RAGE LIKE A CHARACTER FROM DRAGON BALL Z
Contessa starts screaming like vegeta when his rage broke.
[PTV]: SUDDENLY REALIZE HOW STUPID YOU ARE, THAT YOU COULD HAVE JUST DOORED OUT OF THIS NUT, THAT THIS HAS BEEN RECORDED AND ARCHIVED ON PHO, AND PROCEED TO CRY LIKE A LITTLE BITCH WHO GOT HER FAVORITE TOY STOLEN BY A HIGHER POWER.
Contessa realizes that she has been an idiot. she could have just doored out and that all of her actions have been recorded and broadcast on PHO. she realized that shed been plunked and begins to cry while having a mental breakdown.
- Location
- Minnesota
Man, I really love this take on frustrated-kinda-entity-Taylor. Also, the romantic in me does sorta hope that Annette eventually came around to love her little sprog, but I gotta say, the diary was amusing.
Also proofing;
Also proofing;
going -> doing
Huh. This was a gold nugget that I totally did not see coming, especially on spoopy day.
I've recently read through the fic where Annette was the Simurgh; it's unfortunate it seems to be dead.
Both were hilarious.
I've recently read through the fic where Annette was the Simurgh; it's unfortunate it seems to be dead.
Both were hilarious.
Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
MetaChthonia
Disco Inferno: ⌈I Learn Through Suffering⌋
- Location
- Somewhere, Elsewhere, Nowhere. Maybe. Probably.
Interesting...
This looks like a less Crackish version of "Fourth"
Also the closest there is to an actual Canonical Name for the Third Entity actually is Apollyon not Abaddon. It comes from a Theoretical Scenario from Wildbow of the Third Entity being stronger then [Warrior]. Interestingly this is also the Greek Name for both a location of absolute destruction and the Name of the Angel of the Abyss: Abaddon*. Maybe a bit of Fandom leaking into Canon there or maybe Wildbow just keeping Theme for Entity Names either way Annette would end up being Apollyon. What would Taylor be though? Metatron**?
*although other Sources say that he is also the Angel of Death and that "Abaddon means Destroyer". So it is more up to how you want to interpret the Names. That's what you get for glorified Mythology.
**only Human to actually become an Angel. Hence the Name since Taylor is being an "Angel". Metatron's original Name was also Enoch and was changed afterwards so it would fit.
how did Contessa piss off Annette? Did she rip out the Pages?
This looks like a less Crackish version of "Fourth"
Also the closest there is to an actual Canonical Name for the Third Entity actually is Apollyon not Abaddon. It comes from a Theoretical Scenario from Wildbow of the Third Entity being stronger then [Warrior]. Interestingly this is also the Greek Name for both a location of absolute destruction and the Name of the Angel of the Abyss: Abaddon*. Maybe a bit of Fandom leaking into Canon there or maybe Wildbow just keeping Theme for Entity Names either way Annette would end up being Apollyon. What would Taylor be though? Metatron**?
*although other Sources say that he is also the Angel of Death and that "Abaddon means Destroyer". So it is more up to how you want to interpret the Names. That's what you get for glorified Mythology.
**only Human to actually become an Angel. Hence the Name since Taylor is being an "Angel". Metatron's original Name was also Enoch and was changed afterwards so it would fit.
...I think this was an attempt by him at humor.
It probably doubles as a Self Help Guide for Taylor with all things she would ask already Answered.
...how would that even look? Does it have a bunch of written Entityspeak but without the Super Nova Blasts of Info? Does the paper glow and auto translate?
Probably used her Spacewhale magic to add extra pages.
It is for beings who kick the universe in the genitals and steal its money as a State of Being.
...is this what Written Entityspeak looks like?
So that is the purpose of the dots. They are like Punchcards but slightly more complex. Advanced Punchcards.
What did you do?
The Host acts how the Host acts all a Shard does is provide power and motivation but they aren't really for Conflict. She has Teleport Spam.
Given she is killed and then revived as a meat robot? Yes it is. Also seems like Disproportionate Retribution for being only irritated.
What did you do? Or was this Contessa?
Says the bunch of Cavemen that collectively decided the best solution to "Fires = hurts" is to invent guns, Bluetooth, and start more fires while forcing the Ants to solve your problems under threat of Extinction while refusing to tell them what their goal even is and force the Ants to kill each other while they do it.
What did you do? Wait... Oh... I think I know. Also a missing brain would raise SO MANY QUESTIONS.
Contessa? Fetch Quest?
She seems to have been very good at acting while seeming Taylor as less then a Pet.
how did Contessa piss off Annette? Did she rip out the Pages?
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RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
- Location
- Australia
Got sources for those?
MetaChthonia
Disco Inferno: ⌈I Learn Through Suffering⌋
- Location
- Somewhere, Elsewhere, Nowhere. Maybe. Probably.
Fourth
Apollyon Worm Wiki
Apollyon "WoG" (Authorial Omake, still closest official Name for the Third Entity)
RichardWhereat
Feanor did nothing wrong.
- Location
- Australia
Thank you. Although, I knew about Fourth. Been reading it on QQ.
- Location
- Existance