No change in the length of my posts, i'm afraid. However, I still want to wish her a happy birthday, as well as a winter untainted by badfic.
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( To avoid spoilers... )
Disclaimer: The PPC belongs to Jay and Acacia. The town in New Caledonia belongs to the PPC Board, and the Tleilaxu belong to Frank Herbert. Pokemon and Digimon belong to… nah, I don’t care anymore. Oh, and the Ultimate Nullifier belongs to Marvel comics, the Crucibles of Malediction and Dark Eldar belong to Games Workshop, and the TARDIS belongs to Doctor Who. Any good spelling and grammar belongs to my respected beta Ciri.
WikiMaster’s Dreamscape.
It was the Pokemon world that was his first target. As it was the first to come, so it must be the first to die. He had stolen a TARDIS, and outfitted it with everything from Ultimate Nullifiers to Crucibles of Malediction. They will suffer, he thought, as he prepared to ride down in order to bring pain and suffering to its inhabitants. He began his descent towards its atmosphere…
…and was stopped by what looked like a twenty-meter version of himself carrying a hammer.
“Who are you and what do you want?”
“I am an inner manifestation of your Latent Maturity;” he said, deliberately capitalizing the words ‘latent maturity’ and putting emphasis on the ‘I’.
“For your information, I am here to stop you from jeopardizing your chances of being an Agent, or even gaining full acceptance into the town.”
“The PPC doesn’t know I’m here! I’ll be back before they even notice!”
“Think again. How long did it take you to steal that TARDIS and equip it with all those arnaments? Surely not a few hours! And not just that! Have you seen how every time you don’t think about what you’re going to do, everything just vanishes into an urple fog? Surely you can’t be that blind! This is a test, created to see if you have the right stuff-”
But Wik and his TARDIS had already vanished, racing toward the Pokemon world’s atmosphere.
“Hahahahaha! Soon, I will vent my sadistic impulses upon this unsuspecting world!” he shouted. He gazed down at his viewscreen, and saw Mewtwo, the world’s most powerful Pokemon(and a psychic one). With a push of a button, he opened his first Crucible of Malediction, releasing the tortured spirits trapped inside. He then watched as it drove the Pokemon insane, causing it to go on a berserk rampage that killed all living creatures in the vicinity.
“Magnificent… I wonder whether this could be replicated elsewhere…? ”
He flew on, opening the Crucibles whenever sufficiently powerful Psychic Pokemon were around. As always, the results were moderately destructive. When he could not find any more of those, he began attacking the Legendary Pokemon who had evaded his purge (by not being listed as Psychic) with his Ultimate Nullifiers. In a few minutes, all of them, no matter how powerful or how remote, had ceased to exist.
Now that its most powerful defenders were dead, he then committed an act that would have removed all sympathy for him among the inhabitants of the Multiverse, if it hadn’t happened in his Dreamscape.
He opened a portal to Warhammer 40000.
Not just any place in Warhammer 40000 either. No, he had to pick one of the darkest places in that universe. A place of decadence, of incomprehensible depravity and sadism.
A place that promised unspeakable tortures, fear beyond fear, and, finally a horrible death.
Yes, that place.
The portal was a gateway to Commorragh, planet-city of the Dark Eldar*.
The depraved dishwasher laughed as thousands of ominous-looking ships filled with sadistic aliens came out of the portal, and began to slaughter, torture and enslave the inhabitants. The laughter increased as thousands of Humans and Pokemon tried to put up a resistance, but proved to be no match for the superior technology and ruthlessness of their opponents. Finally, the laughter reached a peak when Ash, Misty, and all who were members of their party were herded into makeshift slave pens, there to await the painful ‘attentions’ of their foul masters.
After consuming several buckets of popcorn, he then flew up into space in order to get a better view of the devastation which had began to blacken the planet’s surface, and found his so-called manifestation of Maturity glaring at him with fury in his eyes.
“So, you’re still here, then?”
“Of course I’m here, you (censored) scum! As I said, I’m a manifestation of your Latent Maturity (capitalized), and thus a part of your mind.”
“Go away; I don’t have time to deal with you.”
“Never. Not until you repent for crossing the Moral Event Horizon.”
“Fine then,” he said as he fired his Ultimate Nullifiers at the manifestation. They had no effect.
“Hah! Did you really think you can beat me with that, whelp?” The manifestation of Maturity lifted his hammer, which began to glow red with power.
“Very well, then. My Ultimate Nullifiers may not have worked on you, but something in my arsenal will.” He pressed a button, and thousands of weapons burst out from the front of the TARDIS.
“See if you can take me, you moralizing busybody!”
“With pleasure…”
New Caledonia DIA building
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGG
“Only if his Latent Maturity is defeated,” said the unnamed DIA lieutenant with whom TM began his test. “In fact, I’m surprised he even has that trait.”
“Even so, a person with that sense of sadism shouldn’t be allowed to join our organization. I mean, unless there is some way that he can be made to pay for all his crimes in the Dreamscape that won’t get us charged with unfairly interfering with a Psycho test…”
Suddenly, the wall behind them exploded. Two figures wearing lavender robes walked through, strewing black sticks on the floor.
Yes, the ‘black sticks’ from the fanfic we all know and love, Celebrian.
“Don’t move! Or we activate these!” said the first figure, which TM identified as a Smut Carver cultist.
“The Cult of the Smut Carver has temporarily occupied this building in the name of our Goddess Melba, who has predicted from the afterlife that our enemy, the person known as WikiMaster, is being tested here as we speak. The Cult requests the right to use your testing equipment in order to take revenge against him for his crimes.”
“You should never have tempted the Ironic Overpower, TM,” said the unnamed DIA lieutenant.
“I’m sorry!”
“Shut up!” said the Smut Carver Cultist. “Now, show us how to use the testing equipment and no one gets hurt…much.”
(Will be continued in part 3)
*To find out what they are, click this link: http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Dark_
This is my last Preliminary work(but this series isn't over, not by a long shot). Today, I ask for Permission.
EDIT: It seems to be 'ignore WikiMaster week' on the Board. I'll try next month.
Ever since the founding of the PPC settlement in New Caledonia, there have always been rouges who sought to reduce the town's population by sneaking in at night and forcing Agents to read squicky badfics, plunging them into a coma and rendering them 'unemployed'. Sometimes, they even force Agents to leave the Organization itself due to vomiting spells and other complications.
At one time, these Rouges were an isolated threat, easily dealt with. But after the death of Melba, the Legendary 'Smut Carver' who vandalized HQ itself with Legendary-Grade squickfic, the rouges then gathered together and elected 'Melvin', one of the most active of the rouges, as their leader.
After consolidating his regime, he then created a fictional backstory that paired him with Melba, and tried to force it on his cultists using Neuralyzation and Brainwashing. Needless to say, that did not make him popular among the rank and file of his army.
A few months later, 'Melvin' then prepared to assult the town with a badfic known as "Makes-Things is Back"; which he was sure would destroy the sanity of the town's inhabitants and leave the city defenceless. However, he made the mistake of spilling coffee on his RA blocker, and a mob of PPC Agents teleported in and shot him.
It was rumoured that they were informed by an Illegal Dimensional Traveller(IDT) named Wik(short for Wiki) who then hijacked a nearby radio station to announce the news. Shortly thereafter, he was knocked unconcious by the local DIA and carried to a secure facility, where after a few days of questioning, he was finally allowed to take a job as a dishwasher for the Chez Thondoril.
Shortly thereafter, the Cult disintegrated into two factions, Celebrnist and LxC'er, who then declared war on one another.
(To be continued in part 2)
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