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.