Keyhole

Got up early this morning. Leg was hurting. After I got some ice  on it, I decided I might as well get dressed for the day. As I was rummaging around my sock drawer, I found something I had forgotten about. It was that little metal man I found several months ago by the church.

I never really described this thing very well. It's sort of like a really small metal statue, mounted on a square, iron platform. As I examined it, I realized that the platform was the same size as the indentation on the alter beneath the church, that I saw when I escaped the Path Of Chaos.

I warped there immediately. I placed the statue into the indentation, and sure enough, it fit perfectly. A keyhole appeared just beneath it. I slid the key I got from the Path Of Chaos into and turned. Nothing happened. I waited a little while to see if anything would. Nothing. I pulled the key and the statue out and went home.


The fuck is that keyhole for?

P-A-R-T-Why? Because I Gotta!

So, Now that I'm home, I'm gonna be going to a New Years party.  probably shouldn't be going out with my injuries, but fuck it. After everything I've been through the past couple weeks, I deserve to fuckin' party.

Escape

I was limping slowly toward the temple. I was pretty far. As I walked, I started getting this weird feeling from behind me. I turned around and saw the path behind me was disappearing. Not just crumbling or dissolving, but vanishing.

Of all the fake Fears the Path Of Chaos could through at me, it had to be the Quiet.

I picked up the pace and ran as fast as I could, while the path disappeared behind me. The emptiness was catching up. I entered my vessel mode, allowing the pain I was feeling to increase my speed.

I reached the temple door and tried to open it. It wouldn't budge, even with my vessel strength. I reverted into my normal form. I can't remain in vessel mode for extended periods of time. I turned around, and saw that the emptiness was almost upon me. I turned back to the door and started to pound on it angrily. It suddenly flew of the wall and crashed onto the floor several feet away. I ran inside. The place was completely empty, save for an alter at the far end. I ran over to it. The emptiness sped up, surrounding me and the alter from all sides. I examined the alter, and I found a keyhole with an old fashioned key jammed in it. I grabbed the key, and yanked it out.

Everything went black. I was standing in front of a man wearing dark armor, with his face completely concealed beneath a helmet.

"Who are you?" I asked.
"I am the Representative," he said. "The symbol of the Path Of Chaos. I have come to inform you that you've passed. Congratulation."
"So what now?" I asked him. "I'm supposed to get something for all that, right?"
"You've all ready got something," he said. He pushed me backwards.

I fell on my back in this weird underground chamber. It was dark as hell, and there was another alter in front of my. I got up and checked it out. There didn't seem to be anything there except for a square shaped indentation on the top. I found a way out of the chamber, which turns out to have been hidden beneath the old church where I fought the Archangel.

I started walking back home, and went inside. There was a sign on my door saying "I'm gonna be gone for a couple weeks". I think ParaDan put it there so that my roommates wouldn't worry.

I need to sleep. I don't have much more to say anyway.

Oh yeah, I still have the key from the first altered. I guess that's supposed to be my prize or something.

I Fucking Hate This Place

I was surrounded earlier. The Fake Slender Man was there, and so was a fake version of the Reverie and the four-armed Archangel. They all attacked me, and I was almost killed. I broke away from them and started running. They chased me. I managed to ahead of them a bit, but I reached a dead end. The giant void stretched out in front of me. There was a platform bellow me, but it was pretty far down, and several yards in front of me. But seeing as the fake Fears were catching up, I didn't really have any options. I jumped, and reached out toward it. I missed, but someone reached out their hand and pulled me up.

 I laid down to catch my breath, and looked at the person who had saved me. I gasped pretty loudly. It was Malkator. The one from my dream. He stood over me, staring with his black eyes and his broad, fanged smile. He lifted his arm and tried to drive one of his arm-blades into my skull. I rolled out of the way, and it plunged into the ground. He ripped it back out and slashed at me again. I brought my shadow to life and used it restrain him, while I started to run. The rock around me rose from the ground and started pelting me. He was controlling them somehow. He ripped my shadow off of him and gave chase.

I suddenly had this sharp pain in my leg, and I fell over. The wound I got when I was stabbed by that knife the first time I fought the Archangel had reopened. I had no choice but to fight. I turned around and tried hitting him with the Convocation's lightning, but he absorbed it into his mouth and kept charging at me. He made it up to me and swung with one of his blade. I ducked under his arm and grabbed onto his wings. He attempted to shake me off. I used the Cold Boys power to freeze his wings so that he wouldn't be able to use them. He turned and slashed me across the chest with one of the blades I entered my Vessel form. All the pain I was feeling began working to my advantage, strengthening me. I grabbed both of his main blades. They cut the palms of my hands, but I ignored it. I twisted sharply and threw him over the edge. I can't get his screaming out of my head.

There's some kind of temple a distance from here. I'm injured badly, but I think I'm almost to the end of this thing.

Holy fucking shit.......

Another Dream. This time I'm pretty sure I was seeing through my own eyes. I was speaking in my own voice. I was at my parents house and... and...



There was so much blood. All over the fucking place. Peoples skin was shoved into Christmas stockings and hung over the fireplace, which was full of burning wood. Bloody organs and intestines were strung up in the Christmas tree like sick, twisted ornaments. and at the top of the tree... it was... Seraph's head.

I heard laughter behind me. I turned, and I still can't believe who was standing there.

It was Malkator. Just standing there in the doorway, smiling. His wings and armblades were out, as well as a bunch of addition blades sprouting from his shoulders and forehead. His eyes were pitch black, and his teeth were sharpened into fangs.

"Is this your idea of a present?" I asked angrily.
"You don't like it?" he asked. He was speaking without his accent. He wasn't the Malkator I knew. "What a shame. I went through so much work to set this all up for you."
"Go fuck yourself!!" I shouted, drawing a samurai sword that was at my side and charging at him.

We fought. It was long, and brutal. We ended up destroying the entire house and part of the next door house. My old neighbors, the Nehaless family, got caught in the crossfires. I managed to get up close to him, and without hesitating, I cut off his head.





That... can't have been real. Malkator's dead, and even is he was still alive, he would never...

No. I refuse to believe that was real. That was just a nightmare. I... What the fuck?

Christmas

It's only an hour away. And I'm stuck here in this frigging place. ParaDan came by earlier. He let me know that he's covering for me. My family's convinced that I'm spending Christmas with some friends out of town, and that I'll be back soon. Don't know if I will though. This place is just... insane. I'm seeing things even my nightmares couldn't show me. I saw fake Slendy again earlier. Managed to avoid it.

And I had another dream. I was looking through someone else's eyes again. Whoever it was had on some kind of mask, so his voice was muffled. He was breaking into some kind of high security lab. He tore through the metal barricades with his bare hands and killed all the guards he passed as if they were nothing. He finally reached his destination. A vault container a bunch of high tech weapons. Ten of them. A staff, an ax, two rifles, and six swords of varying shapes and sizes. He took them all and strapped them to his back and waist.

He turned and left the vault, and was confronted by a bunch of armed soldiers, and androids. Yes, fucking androids. With machine guns.

"Place the Omnibolg on the ground and get to your knees!" one of the soldiers ordered.
"Yeah, no," the guy said.

He drew a sword and a gun and began fighting. The soldiers and androids were dead and destroyed in a few minutes. He began walking down the hall, and encountered a giant human operated robot, like the Nightmare frames from Code Geass.

"You wanna piece of me too?" the guy asked.

He clicked these buttons on the handles of the sword and gun, and they altered their shape. He combined them together to form this big gunblade, and he charged at the robot. He sliced its arms off and jumped on it's torso.  He stabbed the gunblade through its chest, pointing the barrel straight into the face of the pilot, and he pulled the trigger. The machine stopped moving, and he jumped down from it. He separated the weapons again and returned them to their sheaths. Then Slender Man appeared.

"I've retrieved the Omnibolg," the guy said, bowing. "As you requested."

Slender Man nodded, then vanished. That's when I woke up. I'm not sure what the Omnibolg is exactly, but it seems like a group of weapons that fit together to form stronger weapons. I don't know if the people from the two dreams are connected at all. One was a Blood Vessel, the other was a Proxy. An Enhanced. A powerful Enhanced. Stronger than any I've seen so far. I actually have an Enhanced living in my head right now. One of the souls I took from the Archangel a few weeks ago was Quan, the Enhanced Malkator used to know. The guy from that dream was way stronger.

I don't know why I'm having these dreams, but they're really bugging me.

I'd kill for a beer right now...

So this place sucks. I was just chased by Slender Man, except it wasn't really him. I think the Path is replicating the Fears. And since it wasn't a real Fear, I didn't get any stronger from its presence. All I could do was run. And at one point, I came to a dead end in the path, and had to swing on vines to escape. I managed to lose it, but I bet I'll be running into more of them.

Also, I had a crazy dream earlier. I was seeing out of someone else's eyes. They could have belonged to me, but I'm not completely sure. Whoever it was sounded a lot like me, but something was different. His speaking was kind of slurred, and sounded kind of coy. He was lying in a bed, speaking to someone who was out of eyesight.

"What are we gonna do?" the other guy asked.
"What do you mean," the guy I was seeing through said. "We're in the finals. All that's left to do is keep fighting."
"But these are fights to the death," the other man said. "What if we have to fight each other?"
"Then one of us has to kill the other," he said. "Simple as that, Doug."
"But..." the guy, I guess Doug, began to say.
"We don't have a choice," he snapped. He picked up a bottle of wine and took several swigs from it. "It may be hard for you, but there can only be one winner."
"But what if we found a way to escape?" Doug asked.
"Doubtful," he said. "We'd have to get past the spades and the Jokers. And that Ace Of Spades guy... we've seen what he can do."
"I'm sick of being the Game Master's toy, though," Doug said. "There has to be some way we can get out of this."
"Stop thinking so much," he said. "If we're lucky, one of us will see the end of this. Just concentrate on killing whoever you up against next, even if its me. If you get killed, at least you won't be stuck on this crappy board any more."
"I'm still afraid," Doug said. "I'm not like you. I'm not a Vessel who can face death and laugh in its face."
"You may not be a Blood Vessel," he replied. "But you've come a long way. You can overcome the Fear Of Death. After all, it's dwelling inside you as we speak."


Then the dream ended. I think the one I was a drunken Blood Vessel, and that Doug guy was possessed by a Dying Man fragment. They were both in one of the Game Master's tournaments. I'm guessing this was someone's memories. Not sure. It was weird.

Holyshitholyshitholyshit!

So I was just chased through the forest by something that H.P. Lovecraft would come up with while tripping out on shrooms. I managed to lose it, and now I'm... Somewhere else. Have you seen that episode of Ben 10 Ultimate Alien where they chased Aggregor into that weird universe that was basically the home of all magical energy or some shit? This place looks kind of like that, only it's more of a dark purple as opposed to the bright pink coloration the used in the TV show. Also, I think I saw a dragon earlier. Well, that's it for this update. I'd better get moving again.

Against My Better Judgement

Some of you may be wondering how I'm typing these posts. I've recently gotten into the habit of carrying my laptop around in my backpack, just in case.

Anyway, I was sitting there contemplating my choices for a while. Eventually, the other me came back.

"Have you made up your mind yet?" he asked.
"Not yet," I said. "None of these seam like good choices."
"They're not supposed to be," he said. "The Crossroads Of Trials are meant to test you."
"Which would you take?" I asked.
"That a good ," he said. "Seeing as we're the same person, I don't think you should have too much trouble figuring out my answer, but I'll tell you anyway. I would pick the path that seems most challenging. I would push myself to overcome my most difficult trial the Crossroads have."
"I see," I said. "You're not sticking around, are you?
"Not for long," he said. "I'm willing to help you out some, but this is a test you need to face on your own."
"I need a nickname for you," I said. "I can't keep calling you 'my future self' and 'the other me'."
"What did you have in mind?" he asked.
"I don't know," I said. "You're some kind of time paradox, so I guess... ParaDan?"
"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," he said. He smiled. "It's exactly the kind of thing I would of come up with."
"So, I guess that's settled," I said.
"Listen, I have to go to the Page for a while," he said. "I'll see you later."

He disappeared. I looked at the 3 paths. Insanity, Struggle, and Betrayal. But then something else caught my eye. There was someone watching me from down the Path Of Chaos. I couldn't tell who it was. They were too far away to see properly. Then they turned and walked away until I couldn't see them anymore.

I decided then and there which path I would take. I know I said I wouldn't, but I can tell that this is the right choice. I took a few steps, then turned back. The other paths were gone. Too late to change my mind, I guess. Oh well. I beat up the Archangel twice, and I played a huge role in preventing the 10 plagues. A brisk stroll down the Path Of Chaos should be no problem for me.

The Chaotic Crossroads

We held something of a funeral for Malkator in the pond park. It wasn't supposed to be as big as it was, but I guess word of what we were doing got out, and people started showing up.  Several Archivists were there, including Martyr Beta and Collector Tsu. A few Slender Proxies came as well. I recognized Sound and the Gamer. Also, there was one who had on a Butterfly shaped mask and one who had a flower mask. I'm guessing they were Myrir and Lotus. I  think I've seen Myrir before, but it's hard to tell with that mask on. Estren, Ren, the Samurai, O'Zalia, Jane, and a bunch of people I don't recognize also showed up.

At one point, Beta came up to me and started talking.

"You were there when it happened, right?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said. "It wasn't easy to watch."
"You shouldn't grieve over his death," he said.
"Why not?" I asked. "Was it easy for you when you heard?"
"No, it wasn't," he said. "I've never told anyone this, but before I joined the Archive, I had a son. He was my pride and joy, but he was taken from me by the Archangel. I don't remember much of him. The Blind Man saw to that. But what I do remember of him are the happiest memories of my life."
"I hate the Archangel," I said. "He's a giant douche."
"Agreed," he said. "Malkator sort of remind me of my son. Some of the time, anyway."
"Must have been hard to lose them both," I said.
"It was," he confirmed. "but there's something you need to remember about Malkator. You can never stop being a Martyr. He may have left the Archive, but that doesn't change who he was. He was the kind of person who is more than willing to die for what they believe in. In his own words, he was an "eccentric chess player who would sacrifice his queen to protect the pawns". He wouldn't want us to sit around moping. He wants to be remembered, not mourned. Remember that."
He started to walk away, but I had one more question for him.
"Hey," I said. "Your son. What was his name?"
"It was Darius," he said. "Darius Foxxe."
He then stopped dead in his tracks and turned back to me.
"I shouldn't remember that," he said. "His name is one of the memories that was taken from me."
I didn't know how to respond to that, so we just kind of stared at each other for a bit. He was the one who broke the silence.
"What are you?" he asked.
"I've been asking myself the same question for months now," I said, shaking my head. "I still haven't gotten a straight answer."
"Maybe the time strider knows," he said, before walking away.

I went away from the crowd after that. I guess I just needed some space. I caught sight of my future self watching from the trees. I ran to him. I wanted answers. He started moving. He wasn't running away. He was leading me somewhere. I followed for a while. I tried to get some questions answered while we walked.

"What am I?" I asked. "What are we?"
"Devil Killers," he replied simply.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"How much do you bench?" he asked me.
"If you're me from the future, then shouldn't you already know?" I asked.
"How much do you bench?" he repeated.
I sighed. It was embarrassing to admit, even to myself.
"I can barely lift the bar," I confessed. "I might be able to handle ten pounds added on, but that's about it."
"You're weak," he said.
"Yeah, rub it in," I said.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of," he said. "I'm weak too. But have you noticed that every time you fight against the Fears, or at least fight in their presence, you get stronger, and faster?"
"I have noticed that," I said. "Why is that? You know, don't you?"
"In the presence of Fears, we are able to use our bodies to their full potential. Normally, the human body can only use a small percentage of it's full strength."
"So we get stronger when the Fears are around?" I asked.
"Exactly," he said. "We're weapons, born to fight the Fears."
"I don't completely understand," I said. "Even as human using their body to its fullest shouldn't be a match for the Fears, right?"
"That's where our other power comes in," he said. "We can absorb power from the Fears, and use it as our own. We spend enough time around a Fear, we can steal its powers."
"I guess that explains some things," I said.
"Yep," he said. "The Cold Boy's power let's us control coldness, Archie's power let's us steal Souls from him and transform into them, the Convocation's power let's us control lightning, the Plague Doctor's power let's us produce a number of diseases, the Nightlander's power let's us bring our shadow's to life and use them as weapons, and so on and so forth."
"But I've only encountered the Nightlander's a couple times, and I was able to use their power the first time I encountered them."
"They're living shadows," he said. "You really think that was the first time you've been around them? They're really hard to notice sometimes."
"So you're saying I've been around them before without noticing?" I asked.
"Yes," he said, stopping. "This should be far enough."

We were in China. Not literally. China was the nickname of a hangout point near the pond park that Kyle brought me too a while back. It's in a wooded area, with some cliffs that hide us from view. I remember my first time going there. Paris placed a can of beer at the top of each cliff, and then he climbed them all and chugged the beers when he reached the top. I miss him.

"This place brings back some memories," the other me said.
"Sure does," I said. "Why did you bring me here?"
"You have to face a challenge," he said. "And I figure the sooner the better."
"What kind of challenge?" I asked.

The scenery around us changed. We were at a crossroad, in a lush forest. Four signs were nailed into the trees, pointing down each of the four paths.

"The Crossroads Of Trials," I said.
"Yeah," he said. "I have enough skill using the Godsway that I can enter and exit this place as I please."
"What about me?" I asked. "Can I get out of here?"
"It'll be a while before you can use the Godsway to that extent," he said. "For now, your only way out is to make it to the end of one of the paths."

I looked at the signs. Insanity. Struggle. Betrayal. And Chaos. The same path Tony went down. Definitely ruling that one out.

"So I have to pick one and travel down it?" I asked.
"Yes," he said. Then he was gone.

I'm, gonna wait for a while, and put some thought into which of the three paths (again, not going with Chaos) I'm gonna take. If any of you readers have a suggestion, I'd like to hear it.

December 11th

I teleported to the Chrysler building this morning at around 11. The front doors were locked up tight. I could feel something at the top of the building. Since I couldn't get inside to use the elevators, I had to warp up there.

This was my first time seeing the Game Master in person. He was even scarier when I saw him in that Vision. He towered over me, at least 10 feet tall. He was dressed in tattered brown clothes, and a giant black sword was held in his hand. Next to him was a grotesque machine, that radiated eldritch energy and was pulsating as if it was alive.

“I've been awaiting you, Ferris,” he said.

“I guess you read my blog and knew I was coming, right?” I asked.

“You guess correctly,” he replied.

“What is that thing?” I asked.

“Perhaps my Emissary can explain it to you,” he said. Another man stepped out from behind the machine. It was the same man who was experimenting with Silvermist.

“You again,” I said. “So you've been working with the Game Master this entire time?”

“Yes,” he said. “I was commissioned to build this device. An eldritch bomb capable of destroy the entire planet.”

“Why?” I demanded. “You'll be destroyed too, won't you?”

“Of course not,” the Game Master said. “My Emissaries and I will retreat to the Board before it goes off, while you humans perish in the destructive force of this machine. Even my rivals, the Fears, will be destroyed, should they be foolish enough to remain in this world.”

“As much as I hate the Fears, I'm not gonna sit by and let you do this,” I said.

“Well then,” he said, opening his arms wide. “Try to stop me.”

I slipped on Kyle's brass knuckles and charged. A flash of red zoomed past me and knocked me over. I got back up and saw a man with long, bright red hair and a goatee standing a few feet away. He was wearing all red clothes, including a red blindfold, and he had a large metal bike resting on his shoulder, as if it were a weapon. The Bloody Biker.

I drew my wakizashi and attacked him with it. His bike morphed into a falchion, and he parried my attack. He was strong, and fast. He weapon kept changing form, so I was never sure what to expect. But no matter what form it took, it was always made of solid steal. That gave me an idea. I did the same thing as I did against the Newborn's machine, and I shot a lightning bolt at him. It his his weapon, which conducted the electricity and shocked his entire body. I got in a roundhouse kick to the head afterwards. I turned back to the Game Master and tried attacking him again. The scientist stepped in my way and threw a fireball at be. I deflected it with my sword.

“I know that power,” I said. “You're the one who stole HELLFIRE, aren't you.”

“Yes,” he said. “I possess the powers of two Dying Men.”

I ignited the wakizashi and attacked him. He released a bolt of lightning, but it missed me. I slashed at him, but he caught the blade it his hand and held it back. He opened his mouth and a stream of flames poured out. I stepped aside to avoid them and punched him in the face. He stumbled back some, and I took the chance to elbow him in the face.

I made another attempt to attack the Game Master, but when I did, I felt an invisible force squeezing every muscle in my body. I fell over in pain.

“Did you really think you stood a chance against me?” he asked. “You possess the power to fight against the Fears, but there's one major problem with that; I'm not a Fear.”

I allowed the Red Caps power to flow through me. My hair changed colors, and the pain I was feeling started to feel good. I got back up and ran toward him. The Biker appeared in front of me and slashed his falchion. I stopped it with my forearm. My blood hardened, preventing it from cutting too deep. I slashed him across the chest. We started fighting, but this time I was stronger. I managed to hit him in the temple with the hilt of my sword. But after that, the Red Cap's power wore off. He attacked me, and I could barely defend myself. And then the Scientist got back up and threw a fireball at me. I managed to deflect it again, and then I kicked the Biker where it hurts. The Game Master then sent a wave of power that almost knocked me off the building. As I went over the edge, Estren appeared and grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me back up.

“Thanks,” I said.

“No problem,” he replied.

The Biker charged at us, and we both began fighting him. He vanished into a portal. I had no idea where he was. I heard a voice in my head saying behind you! I turned around to see him behind me, with his sword raised. I blocked his attack, and he was attacked from behind by O'Zalia. Looks like he decided to show up too.

We all started fighting, and managed to overpower both the Biker and the Scientist. Then The Game Master did his weird thing with the invisible force that crushed muscles. He brought all of us to our knees.

“I've had just about enough of you three,” he said. “I believe it's time for me to finish-”

He was cut short when a bolt of lightning hit him in the chest. We were freed from whatever power he was using. We all turned around to see Malkator, standing up on the edge.

“You!?” the Game Master said.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“I came here to take care of something,” he said. “But first, I have a few things to say.”

He turned to face O'Zalia.

“Isaac,” he said. “I heard that you've been gathering runners together and protecting them. Keep it up. They need someone like you to look after them.”

He turned to Estren next.

“Estren,” he said. “Get HELLFIRE back, and don't lose track of him again.”

He addressed the Biker next.

“Damien,” he said. “I'm sorry. About everything. I know you won't accept this, but I had to say it anyway.”

Then he turned to the Scientist.

“You,” he said. “Fuck you.”

He looked at the Game Mast next, and took a deep breathe.

“Congratulations,” he said. I was surprised to hear him say that.

“Excuse me?” the Game Master asked.

“You've beaten me,” Malkator said. “After this, there will be nothing left of the Vision. You've won that battle at least, so congratulations. This machine, on the other hand, is a different story.”

At that moment, Crow showed up.

“What are you going to do!?” he demanded.

“I'm going to put an end to the Game Master's plan,” Malkator replied. “When I had that vision the other day, I saw what this device is capable of. It's an eldritch bomb, which the Game Master plans to destroy the world with. But I can't let that happen.”

Malkator's shirt peeled away to expose his second mouth. His tongues shot out, and grabbed the machine. It was ripped from its platform, and pulled into Malkator's mouth.

“What did you do that for!?” I demanded.

“My body is strong enough to restrain the explosion,” he said. “You guys and the rest of the world will be safe from it.”

I realized exactly what was going through his head. I didn't need to have telepathy to see what he was doing.

“What about you?” I asked, stepping forward. Tears were beginning to fall from his eyes.

“This isn't about me,” he said, smiling. “It never was. You're the hero of this story.”

I locked eyes with him, and I saw his eyes become normal. Bright green.

“Save the world,” he said, before throwing himself off the edge.

Crow shoved past me, and jumped down after them. I could feel the explosion, then nothing. Malkator had died.

The Biker warped to where Malkator had been standing and looked down. He began laughing.

“He's finally dead,” he said, delightedly. “This is almost as satisfying as killing him myself!”

That pissed me off. I reached behind my back and drew my gun. Yeah, I know I said I had lost it. I lied. He turned around just in time to see me pull the trigger. The bullet hit him right between the eyes, and he fell off the edge.

I turned to the Game Master and started attacking him. Estren charged at the Scientist. I'm not sure what he did exactly, but they were both consumed by this silver glowing tornado thing. The Game master removed his mask, and it turned into a dragon. It snapped at me, and I managed to dodge it and stab it in the leg. It whipped it's tail at me and knocked the sword from my hand. It bit into my arm and flung my up into the air. I began falling toward its open jaws. I drew my gun again and shot it in the eye, distracting it. I landed infront of it. It turned back to me. I felt the air around me becoming cold, but I couldn't feel any of the Fears nearby. The coldness was coming from me. The dragon charged at me, and I concentrated on its body. It completely froze, unable to move. I aimed at its head and pulled the trigger over and over again, until its head had been blown to pieces.

The dragon disappeared, and I turned back to the Game Master.

“Is that the best you've got?” I asked.

To the side of me, the glowing tornado vanished, and I saw Estren with his sword through the Scientist's chest. The scientist burst into flames and incinerated.

“What!?” the Game Master demanded. “How did you...?”

“I'm sorry,” he said, removing his mask and revealing his yellow eyes. “Did I just break one of your toys?”

“HELLFIRE!” I said. I can't believe I was happy to see a Dying Man.

“I'm back baby,” he said. “And I'm ready to kick some tail!”

He shot a stream of fir at the Game Master. I put my brass knuckles back on and charged. The Game Master's sword transformed into a swarm of bats and attacked us. I shot a bunch of them with my gun, while HELLFIRE hit them with flames and lightning. It took a while, but we killed most of them. The ones that survived fled. HELLFIRE hit the Game Master with a bolt of lightning. I jumped as high as I could and punched him in the head, fracturing his skull.

My throat suddenly seized up, and I couldn't breath. The same happened to HELLFIRE.

“Did you fools honestly believe you stood a chance against me?” he asked. “I am William Timerus, the almighty Game Master! My powers rival that of the Fears! You mortals are powerless against me! Just as powerless as that pathetic Demi-God.”

“What did you call him?” O'Zalia said angrily. Whatever kind of shock he had been in before had worn off now.

“Pathetic!” the Game Master said. “He was a miserable dung beetle compared to me!”

I could feel reality beginning to quake after he said that. O'Zalia had really been pissed off from that.

“Cease to exist you cunt!” he shouted.

As I watched, the Game Master began to crumble into nothingness, starting with his limbs, then spreading to his body and eventually his head. He had completely vanished. O'Zalia had erased him from existence.

I went down to the bottom afterwards. The Biker's body was lying dead in the middle of empty street. I have no idea where the civilians were. Crow was lying unconscious on the ground. There was no trace of Malkator anywhere. The explosion must have completely destroyed his body.

I went to wake up Crow. His right arm was missing, and he was covered in countless injuries. As soon as I woke him up, he shoved me aside and vanished threw a portal. I returned home after that and started typing this.

I may not post for a while. I just... I can't believe all this happened.

Getting Ready

I getting a few things ready for whatever's going on tomorrow. I'm guessing I'll need weapons, so I'm bringing my wakizashi and some brass knuckles that Kyle gave me. I can't find my gun though. It may have been stolen. I don't know, but I have more important things to worry about.

I Did It!!! Again!!!

I didn't have to use the Godsway this time. The location I was to face the Archangel was the same place my first fight with him took place. The old church. There were Timberwolves every where, all over town, but they let me through. They Archangel wanted to fight me. He ws alone when I entered, in the form of Haji.

Of course, I thought to my self. He took the form of the first guy I killed.

To be fair, I'm the one who killed him, Justin said.

Shut up, I replied. Then I spoke to the Archangel. “You plan to fight me in that form?”

“If you don't like it, I can use a different form,” he said. As he spoke, he switched between different bodies. “Perhaps your dead aunt? Tony's father? Maybe one of the Proxies you watched Benjamin kill. I have more. The champion of the Game Master's tournament, the runner up, several warriors from ancient times. Genghis Khan, King Arthur, Ali Baba, Masamune, Joan Of Arc. The bodies I possess are endless. Oh, I have an idea! How about Shane?”

“Shane?” I asked. He shifted into a familiar face.

“You remember him, right?” he said. “You only met him a few times, but he was quite liked at your high school. Especially after his untimely death. Dropped dead while running across the school field with his friends. It was never clear to anywhere exactly how he died. But I know. Would you like me to tell you the truth of his death?”

“Shut up!” I demanded.

“What's the matter?” he asked. “Don't like what you're hearing?”

“All I wanna hear from you are your reasons for doing this,” I said. “Why did you side with Bill? Why do you want to destroy the world?”

“Well to be honest, it seemed like a fun idea at the time,” he replied, still wearing Shane's body. “Of course, Dawson's planning was terrible, and it all fell apart pretty damn easily.”

“So why are you still doing this?” I asked. “It's over. Almost all the plagues have been stopped.”

“This isn't about the plagues,” he said. “It was a fun idea, but I could care less about destroying the world. All I want right now is you.”

“Me?” I asked.

“Yes, you,” he said, grinning broadly. Creeped me the fuck out. “You see, Daniel, I hate you. I absolutely despise you. That's why I'm here. I want to kill you, and reclaim what you stole.”

“Then let's end this,” I said.

He got into a fighting stance. Didn't summon any of his weapons. No scythe, no swords, not shotgun, just unarmed combat. I charged at him and threw a hook punch at his head. I wrapped my attacking arm around his as he blocked and hit him with and elbow strike to the nose. He stumbled backward and I turned to hit him with a back-two-knuckle punch (look it up) to his solar plexus. He attempted an uppercut, which I dodged by leaning back. He leaned in and tried to do a cobra strike. I stopped it with an upward block and chopped him in the neck with the same hand. I threw a backhand strike with my right hand. He brought his left arm up to defend himself. I grabbed his arm with my attacking hand and pulled it out of the way so I could catch him with a reverse crescent kick to the temple. I planted my foot between his and caught him with another hook to the temple. Two consecutive temple strikes had him stunned. I raised my leg and caught him with a skin kick to the groin. He didn't seem to notice. I guess he didn't copy Shane's genitalia. No matter. Since my leg was already lifted, I used it to sweep one of his legs from underneath him and bring him down. I dropped my wait and jabbed my knee into his solar plexus, and drove my fist down toward his face. He vanished just before it hit.

Right. He teleports. I forgot about that. I turned around and blocked a kick. I got back up part way to fight back as he swung his right arm in a hook punch. A scythe blade sprouted from his wrist as he swung, and I dropped my wait just in time to avoid it. I stood back up and pinned his with hand and punched him in the face with the other hand. He stepped back and swung his arm the other way. I leaned away from it, and the leaned back it and held his arm back before he could swing at me again. He grew another blade from his lefty knee and brought it up. I stopped it with a double downward palm block, then I whipped both my arms up and caught him in the jaw. He sprouted another blade from his right arm and swung it. I tripped over my own feet. Yeah, embarrassing, but if I hadn't I would have been beheaded. I jumped into the Godsway and appeared behind him with my wakizashi out. I stabbed it into his back before falling over from the pain of teleporting like that.

He stood over me. He yanked the sword out of his back and let it clatter to the ground. The blades sprouting from his body dissolved into smoke and his scythe formed in his hand.

“It's over!” he said delightedly.

“Like hell!” I exclaimed.

I fought the pain and got to my feet, grabbing the pole of his scythe before he could swing it. We struggled with each other, both trying to throw the other off. I managed to knock him off balance and the scythe slipped from both of our hands. He regained his footing, but I was on him before he could form another scythe. I put my hands around his throat, and he did the same to me. He stood there, struggling to choke the life out of each other. Then the weird thing started to happen. He was forced into a different body, of a man wearing a sailor uniform, then he became a tall balding man, then a woman with green hair, and multiple other forms. And all the while, I felt something filling up my subconscious. It didn't take me too long to realize what was happening; I was taking more souls from him. And he realized it to. He threw me off angrily, with a sudden burst of strength.

“You bastard!” He shouted. “You dirty rotten thief! You're dead!!”

He shifted into his giant form armed monster form, but he was bigger this time. He kept expanding til he ripped the roof off the church, then he expanded even further. If I had to guess, I'd say he was probably 5+ times as big as he was last time I saw him take that form. He swung a giant sword at me, and I jumped out of the way. He brought the scythe down, and I stumbled back just in time. I was pushed back against a door. A door I don't remember being there.

It swung open and I fell through. I was in the empty city. I panicked at first, but then another door suddenly opened right next to me. Looking through it, I could see that it opened up right behind the archangel, in his blind spot. I ran through, grabbed a chunk of fallen rock, and threw it as hard as I could. It hit him in his coccyx. He turned and attacked me with his scythe again. I jumped to the side and fell through another door, which slammed shut afterward.

“So what!?” I called out, hoping the City could hear me. “Are you trying to help me!?”

I heard a metal clang a couple feet away. I looked and saw a morning-star that had fallen from the sky, and a door appeared right next to it. Guess that answers my question kind of.

I grabbed the morning-star and opened the door. It opened into the s air behind one of the Archangel's knees. I stepped to the edge, and jumped off, cracking him in the back of the knee with the mace. He cried out in pain. I landed on the ground just as he turned to glare at me from behind his gas mask. I spun around and threw the morning-star like a hammer toss. It hit him in the face, shattering one of the gas mask's lenses. Another door appeared, and I ran through it. I was now in a room filled with various swords and lances. I got and idea. An awful idea. I got a wonderful, awful idea. I grabbed a couple swords and ran through another door. I was behind him again. I threw one of the swords, and it stuck into his back. He turned and slashed at me with a sword. I ducked under it. He slashed with his other sword, and I barely deflected it. I switched my grip on my remaining sword and ran between his legs as fast as I could. I jumped up and stabbed it as high up on its calf as I could. I ran through a door, back into the room with the weapons. I grabbed a sword and a javelin. I jumped back into the fight, and was disappointed to see I had reappeared in front of him. I don't think the city was paying attention to where it was sending me. I dodged a sword slash and jumped over a couple church pews. I barely avoided a slash from his scythe and made it behind him again. I threw the javelin into his hamstring and manage to throw the sword so that it stuck into on of his ass cheeks (go on, get the laughter out of your system). I jumped into another door just before he brought one of his swords down. I looked through the weapons, trying to chose wisely this time. I found a pickax and a Chinese wind-and-fire wheel. Perfect. I I could get my aim just right, I would be able to pull this off. I ran through a door, and this time I was glad to be in front of him. I threw the pickax overhand and it stuck into the gas mask just above the broken eye lens. I ran the gauntlet of swords and scythe again and got behind him. I threw the wheel as hard and accurate as I could. It hit him in the back of the neck. It was large enough to penetrate him very deeply, but it was just enough to pull off my plan.

I wasn't expecting him to take flight though. He flapped his wings and took to the air. He turned his swords into rifles and shot a giant bullet of darkness out of one of them. I jumped out of the was. It left a decent sized crater where I had been standing before, so I'm glad I dodged. I ran through another door before he could shoot at me again.

“Listen up, City!” I yelled. “I need you to open up a door right next to my wakizashi! I'm not trying to diss your weapons, but if I want this to work I need my own sword! Can you do that!?”

In response, a door opened, and I saw my sword lying on the other side. I ran through and grabbed it. I dodged a couple more bullets and got in position so that I could see the sword I had stabbed into his calf. I focused on it and warped into the Godsway, reappearing right by it. I grabbed it with one hand and held on as well as I could, trying to ignore the pain. I recovered, and looked up at the javelin in his hamstring. Problem. Too much distance. I'd have to improvise. I slashed him in the lg with the wakizashi. He cried out and bent his knee. I held my sword in my mouth (need both hands for this) and leapt up to the javelin. I climbed up and grabbed the sword in his ass, then gripped the sword in his lower back.

New problem. The wings. They were flapping pretty hard. This would be hard. I jumped up and grabbed the first wing, and started climbing them. I almost got thrown off several times, but I managed to get to the top and grab onto the wind-and-fire wheel. I swung myself over and managed to get one foot onto the wheel. I stood up and grabbed onto the top of his mask and pulled myself up. He jerked his head really quickly, and I lost my footing. I grabbed the pickax and hung from it before I got thrown off. I stared him directly in his expose (and really gross looking) eye, and grabbed the hilt of my short. He started to reach for me with one of his huge hands, and I quickly ignited the sword and jabbed the flaming blade into his eye.

There was a tremendous roar, and he grabbed me and threw me to the ground. I was falling to my death. Lucky for me, a group of birds caught me and carried me to the ground safely. I looked to see that Crow and Malkator had arrived. The Archangel aimed his guns at us, but Crow fire a lightning bolt that destroyed them. Malkator charged his arm blades with this silver light and fired these weird energy blades that sliced through the Archangel's wings. He fell to the ground. The three of us approached him. He was now wearing the body of some random guy I didn't recognize. He glared at us and then vanished.

“Great,” I said. “Looks like we won. One question though; How many witnesses were there? If the Fears become known to everyone, won't it cause world wide panic?”

“The Blind Man's taking care of that,” Crow said. “He's been modifying the memories of everyone who witnessed the plagues, and the birds and Slendy are destroying any footage that's out there.”

“Good,” Malkator said/ “We would have helped you out sooner, but we got tied up with some Timberwolves.”

“Yeah, figures,” I said.

I guess it's over. We stopped the plagues, and everyone's safe now.

But there is one thing that's troubling me.

The note that future me left. There's one more thing on it.

Chrysler Building. December 11.