what did I do
nothing in particular I just decided
You used basic interjection of the action to create a cliffhanger of what this whole rigamarole is about and I have decided I must know
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I drink it.
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Let my death not be for nothing!
I never did.
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Will the deal with the “Gask mask” ever be resolved did @Monopoly really kill @Racie02 is @N01InParticular possessing @Cordax’s body?
All this in more in the next exciting chapter of the Book of Ramblings
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Chapter 14
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With a sudden charge you slammed into Pakari, knocking him into the monorail cart. You glared down at your helpless victim as you placed one foot on the lip of the cart, preparing to kick it down the path. Wild, taking a moment to process, flew into a maddening frenzy, but you easily picked his tiny flying form out of the air with your massive palm, squeezing your hand tight to keep him from slipping out.
“The game was fair.” You towered over Pakari, who was trying to determine if he still had any ribs. “You played poorly, and you lost. There’s a bunker on that central column. I think you can survive the blast in there,” You leaned back confidently, consciously aware of the awkward aura radiating off Winger. “But good luck outliving the radiation.”
You kicked the cart with all your might and sent it shooting down the rail. Seeing as your left hand was occupied with holding a flying, glowing particle of dust, you couldn’t grab Winger at the moment, so getting up in his face and forcing him into a wall would have to do. With that out of the way, you put in the necessary security keys and activated the detonation cycle.
“Winger, we need to get the heck out of here and lock that door.” You turned to face him. “As soon as that bomb goes off there won’t be anything left in this place, especially not living people. With any luck we’ll be- Gyaah!!”
Your left hand shot open and Wild, spouting incomprehensible vile words, darted out and began zipping around the room. Your left hand was charred and blackened on the inside, but hey, at least in the drama of the moment you forgot your ankles were killing you.
Actually, on that note… How did you run all the way over here if you couldn’t walk?
“ZZzzzr… NglakLyguk! Wrakco!” Wild began spewing, either inciting an ancient curse or having a stroke. Or, he had been playing World of Warcraft too much. “You wanna nuke Pakari, do ya? Well chew on THIS!!”
Winger had the good sense to duck behind one of the solid metal desks before you did, and as such only you were hit by the sudden blast of heat and light bright enough to instantly blind anyone with normal eyes and hot enough to peel the skin. Even as you scrambled behind cover you could feel the metal beginning to boil. You had severely underestimated Wild.
There were a couple things you could do in response to this sudden change of events and interruption of your egocentric 4D chess you were plotting.
Sit here and get nuked:
The least desirable option as you would probably be dead.
Bolt to the door:
Unlikely that you could outrace Wild to it, much less close it on him.
Winger is crying:
Wait why is Winger crying and going into shock? Oh… Right, because he was a human being and probably in a gigantic amount of pain. That sucks, most assuredly, but you really couldn’t care less. He made the dumb decision to attack you and got roped into this whole mess; he should have known better.
Look, Pakari was probably going to die as well, so it’s not that big of a deal. Stop getting emotional about it and focus on getting out alive. You’ve got more work to do.
C’mon, you literally killed people on the way over here! Why are you having some kind of major reaction to one kid you don’t even like biting the dust? Racie was more likeable than him and all she did was whine. So knock it off, suck up your little baby tears, and get the heck out.
…
FINE.
You smashed your fist into the desk, sending it directly into Wild, who had to deal with already hot metal now becoming molted, sticking to him, and blocking the heat from escaping. Rolling to Winger, you gripped him by the shoulders and shook him to the point of nearly getting whiplash to get him to refocus.
“Lock the door.”
Almost tossing him in the direction of the doors, you bolted after him, grabbing the doors and tugging hard on them. You had barely got them shut when Wild flew into your face and knocked you backwards and through the railing with a blast of heat and light. Iron bar instantly gave way under your weight, and you plummeted downwards towards the pit of bizarre, grey-ish bodies coating the floor.
Head-first, you had always thought. On a lethal fall, it will eliminate the most pain. Well… Now’s your chance to test it.
You closed your theoretical eyes and instantly noticed a green film over your blank vision. Was this a post-death sensation? You hadn’t exactly died before. Unless… Oh no.
Your fall had slowed dramatically, and by the time you reopened your theoretical eyes you could see the entire room upside-down. You were being carried by the ankle; only that could explain the intense pain you were feeling.
“RISEN,” A voice under - well, technically above you - boomed. “ALL IS AS ONCE WAS. WE ARE RISEN; WE ARE EILRACH!!”
The bizarre grey bodies were all floating on their own; their eyes glowing green, their extended jaws clattering. One thing was certain, beyond all else: They were not human. Probably closer to redditor.
Wild was having none of you returning. He immediately resumed the intense blast of heat, only to get dogpiled by hundreds of corpses, as more shot from around the room to replace the ones being burnt away. The countdown for the atomic blast had begun.
Pulling yourself onto the shoulders of the giant whatever-it-was dead thing holding you, you wrenched yourself free in time for it to go rocketing towards Wild. So glad you had a basic understanding of physics thanks to video games. Jumping off at the right time threw you into the door with all the momentum you had, flinging it open upon impact which meant WINGER DIDN’T LOCK IT.
He wasn’t here either, which meant he had found the strength to leave. The countdown had either jumped from ten to three in the span of… Look, it didn’t matter. Close and lock the door before you die; those were your priorities. Grabbing the doors and throwing them shut, you shoved your left hand in the lock to reach the mechanism, and…
…And you reached right past the mechanism, into the hole in the other door.
Up until that point you had given no verbal reaction to pain as none was necessary. But right now, in that moment, you had to let the world know just how much an atomic blast slamming into your arm and ripping it from the elbow hurt. Not that you could hear it over the eardrum-destroying noise of the blast right in front of your face, but it’s the thought that counts.
Your vision blurred for a moment, and you tumbled backwards. Going to sleep was such a nice concept right now… Even though you could feel the air in the room suddenly get much colder, and a hand grab you by the shoulder and drag you back into the lightest darkness you had ever seen…
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yep everyone’s dead.
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why are you such a sadist
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I Came I saw I got stabbed by a 3-foot tall nanotech of course I would be a tad bit pessimistic
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that’s rich.
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*wheeze
Anyways very nice.
I assume we’ll never get closure on the fates of Krelikan, winger, Keksalot etc?
Or is that to be continued… 
Edit:thinking about I’m quite disappointed Ghid wasn’t a boss fight, maybe at the end (of the presumed) trilogy there will be a ghiddy Ghid Ghidora fight?
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this was… interesting. the mob of corpses with Eilrach was a good idea.
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My goodness this is getting out of hand.
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Chapter 15
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Iodine.
The bizarre taste in your theoretical mouth was radioactive iodine.
Which was weird, because last you checked you didn’t have thyroid cancer.
Your theoretical eyes opened up to take in the swirling mass of noting present above you. Your eyes had no chance of containing the fullness of it, and yet it glowed so darkly. The world itself was blanketed in the mirth and bubbled up in great swells of contempt, boldly proclaiming its distaste for the void; yet the void persisted. Did the void care? You asked the void in your perplexed state if such things were or had been, or could have been or ever will be. The void didn’t know. What a foolish question.
Whoa… You’ve really tripped out. Okay, reassess the situation. There was a large, nebulous form directly in front of your head. A clutching sensation on your left shoulder. You felt movement across the ground; ergo, logic demanded that you were being dragged. How logic unfolded itself is rather simple to define, as you observed events from your perspective and deduced an answer which readily supplied all present parts of your analysis. But why was logic folded in the first instance? Was the figure dragging you truly nebulous? Was he a nebule? If science and logic were to be trusted, could this individual be dispersed if the air pressure was high enough? Or perhaps, if the heat in the room was higher, could he dissolve? You had just left a nuclear eruption. Perhaps you could take him back there, and if the eruption didn’t mind, you could leave him there for a couple of hours. Then you could take an iron to logic to help with those creases…
Okay, now you’re certain you were going mad.
Rattlesnakes, and sitcoms, and melted oil. Tanner’s wax and chapstick. Cast and crew and content.
Who was speaking? It didn’t matter. But since you requested, and since it wasn’t too ridiculous a request, it was visible.
Come, let us return from perception, and grant this antiquated view of individuality.
Your mind seemed to step forward out of the veil, dragging the rest of your body with it. The room was dark as before, but it was the lightest darkness you had ever seen. The void itself was giving off invisible light. Are you sure you didn’t lose a few marbles back there?
In the center of this illuminating shadow stood a figure whose form was vague and uncertain. As soon as you were confident on his appearance it changed. He had the figure of a man, with wide shoulders, two arms, two legs, and one hand resting on a cane. Not for support, but for show. That was about all that remained consistent of him, as his body would be broad, squat, and powerful one moment, and thin, tall, and emaciated the next. Either he changed consistently to avoid detection or you simply couldn’t discern his true stature.
He spoke, but for a moment his words were verbal silence, the sound of nothing colliding with your theoretical ears. Ah, you were thinking in theoretical concepts again. Your sanity was - at the very least - beginning to patch itself together. The second time he spoke you started to lose hope for your sanity, as a hundred voices whispered, shouted, screamed, mumbled, and murmured into your theoretical ears. Don’t forget they were only a concept of ears.
“Rattlesnakes, and sitcoms, and melted oil.” The figure loomed above you, staring down into your tiny form. “You have a skewed sense of morality. You kill the innocent and save the wicked. You ally with the monster in order to perpetuate right. Are you mad, or just dreaming?”
Your theoretical mouth opened, but no sound came out. You had already thought your retort, and the figure replied. “The concept of purity is a dangerous one, hoarder. Who are you to perceive when you submit yourself to relative morality? Your worldview is corrupt and incompatible with reality.”
You retorted again. He responded. “I am in a better position than you are. Each step I take is calculated for outcome. You are not capable of consistently taking every step into complete account, factoring in the moral aspect of every breath. Your stress would overwhelm you. Therefore I am a better judge.”
You replied again, frustrated. This sort of objective superiority was tiring. Again, he responded. “If you are allowed to throw your moral compass into such jeopardy, I am allowed to elevate it. Let a better man judge between us.”
You retorted that, with this worldview, there was likely no better man. Your mental sarcasm was layered on as thick as you could manage. In return he threw something at you. Instinctively you caught it. It was your lower arm. Instinctively, you reattached it, despite that not being physically possible.
“Who are you to determine what is and isn’t possible?” The figure’s voices seemed angry. “Then again, who are you to be here at all?”
The figure loomed his massive head down to your perception, having still been shifting forms the entire time you two communicated, and only then did you notice his eyes. A second pair looked sideways at you from your left. But it wasn’t the eyes which bothered you, it was the eyes inside the eyes. And the eyes inside those. And there didn’t seem to be any perceivable end to the cycle, continuing further, and further, and further, indefinitely, but you couldn’t stop counting them, each grasping for your attention, ignoring your pleas for them to find a finite limit, growing more and more
horrible,
horrible, horrible,
horrible, horrible, horrible,
horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible,
horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible,
horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible,
horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible,
horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible, horrible…
You threw the doors open.
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my topic so I can doublepost to keep this non-story update separate 
sooo, I’ve given a crap ton of hints here. If you can’t figure things out I’m sorry but I will cry in your absence.
this story is almost over. for those of you who are super nerds who write fifteen page essays about short stories on the internet, start preparing, because the end is almost here, and only one question will be answered.
also then I will retroactively change the entire story after the book is produced
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boi what do you think I am an intellectual?
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Sounds good G.H. Iding!
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Wowie it keeps getting weirder and weirder, will chapter two fit in with chapter one? (saying that now feels really dumb)
I think I have found the hint 
Edit: do the eyes inside of eyes refer to the lenses on the Akaku?
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Why would you make yourself a god?
No! Of course, you would make yourself a god!
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I eat it.
It is a Ghid Old One.
Also you will be destroyed for your double posting Ghid.
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