Yes, I too enjoyed the implied 5 hours of silence in a room devoid of any life.
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When I had a cut from Honey that’s another check I’m gonna cash
After a thorough investigation my team of professional theorisers and I have come to the conclusion that this character might be a reference to the TTV Message Boards user @wild_toa
He was one of my favourite characters in BoR, so I’m glad that he’s finally back in this one. Just as angry as before.
Bruh I don’t remember what this is referring to… it’s bean almost two years since I last touched BoR 
My wild guess that pun was unintentional I promise would be that he’s talking about Eilrach, cuz Cordax released him, which makes him Cordax’s extended family or something idk
It’s nice that characters like Winger exist in the book. He’s essentially the only normal, adequate person in this whole circus of people at various levels of unhinged, which makes him easy to sympathise with.
I would‘ve wanted to say the same about Racie, but I think you know how I feel about her characterisation in this book
spoiler: it hasn’t gotten better
I’ve got a bit of a gripe here. The way this is written makes it seem like the “him” is referring to the person shown in the hologram, which obviously makes zero sense. It look me several rereads to deduct that it was actually referring to Cordax.
Speaking of the person shown in the hologram,
This AI showing the hologram is N01, I think that’s clear. We already know that in this world corpses of dead people can be used to create AIs, so clearly someone must have taken N01’s corpse from the cider factory presumably before the events of BoD and turned him into an AI.
But there’s one thing that doesn’t quite add up. Somewhere in the middle of BoT Tott and the party met an AI that served as the fighting ring for Gofres. I thought that there were many hints about it being N01, but the characterisations of it and the one from the latest chapter are completely different, so they can’t be the same person. Their personalities are completely different, and the one from BoT talked about not knowing who its basis had been, but this one is clearly aware about its past and Cordax, yet they both have connections to the foolish corpse.
So, does this mean that the fighting ring AI from BoT was not N01?
I’ve watched enough horror movies to know that something like this never goes well
I have some theories on who that might be: it’s either Tarnish who escaped from Renner, or Jethryn, cobalt and Axelford who got separated from everyone else when the ship crashed.
Man you’re giving me and my theorising capabilities too much credit smh smh
He’s just like me fr fr
Man why is this N01 guy so relatable
Not many know this, but the person sitting next to Ghid in the recording is actually Ghid’s son Wugner
Oh, by the way, I drew an airhead the other day.
This and the drawing of Monopoly from a few weeks ago are definitely not the start of a series of drawings or anything, no no no
look Ghid the face is not anime for once
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There’s a joke here.
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who summons me from my lurking depths?
I still havent gotten caught up yet, gimme a bit
why would you when Im not around?
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You're coming last, number one is Jimmy
His character was a bit all over the place in BoR, so hopefully this book will have one a little more refined
He’s mostly talking about the Ghid Dreamers-to-be being ugly 
I’ll have to try harder
I mean uh that’s cool I guess
how long til that goes on the ooc topic
Holograms typically aren’t portrayed as fully opaque, it’s true
Lifetime comedy award 54, and many more to come
Different personalities, different characterizations, what could it…?
uh I mean, I cannot confirm or deny allegations of anything ever.
darn right you have 
man he lookin how I feel rn 
Really nice art, recontextualizes how I’m gonna see Renner from now on lol
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Chapter 10
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There was the sound of gunfire for a moment.
The officer spun around to face the darkness, firing off two shots while the skeletons dogpiled the shadows. Renner ignored the commotion as his focus was set on reviving his Dreamer, who revived immediately after having the bag ripped off his face.
I’m joking of course, he did nothing.
“Come on!” Renner stomped the ground, looking hastily about for something to write on. An overflowing trashcan caught his eye, but as he began to move towards it, one of the yellow-eyed Dreamers flew over his head and careened into it.
He turned around in time to greet the massive silhouette of agent Bird, who was effortlessly restraining another Dreamer in spite of its repeated blows. “Hi.” He threw the Dreamer over another couple rooftops. “I don’t think we’ve properly met. Were you on that flying boat?”
“I was.” Renner replied, his body language making it painfully clear he didn’t trust officer Bird. “Where’s that snappy friend of yours? Did the tower get him?”
“No, oh but you shouldn’t bring that up with him.” Bird recoiled and raised a finger to the mouth of his mask. “He broke his arm diving out of it at the last moment, and this whole mind control thing has got him riled up.”
As if on queue, the black-armored Pakari-wearing member of Volume’s personal guard, Pakari, struggled over one of the rooftops. “Couldn’t restrain him, had to put him away.” His voice was strained and weary, and seemed to Renner to bear a great load of grief which hadn’t been there before. “Alright you, get your hands up. I don’t care about your motives, you’re not going anywhere.”
“How did you handle those Dreamers so easily?” Renner inquired, his hands slowly beginning to rise.
“It’s called permafuse armor.” Bird pointed at his palm, which much like the rest of him was thoroughly covered in grey woven plates of some plastic-esqe material. “It seems to repel these skeleton things, ‘Dreamers’, fairly well. Don’t know how, but I’m glad it does, right? Sorry.” He sulked back at the vicious glare of Pakari.
“Right, well, that’s cute,” Renner tensed, having traced on the ground with his heel during the deep lore. “But I’m kind of in a rush. Sorry, but I’ve gotta go!” The armor across his body doubled down on itself as Pakari fired a shot at his head, which bounced off as the miracle metal multiplied its density.
Grabbing Diero’s head, the quicksilver quibbler mashed it into the asphalt, its teeth digging into the cold ground below. Bird had descended the rooftop and reached to restrain him, but was repelled by the vicious cowhide heel of one flaming, furious deadsperado, his mouth full of freeway ingredients, who sent the oversized officer reeling backwards from the force of the blow. Another attempted approach resulted in a cratered wall and a dazed Bird, holding one hand up to prevent the dumpster Diero had lifted from striking him again.
Renner stood, grinning smugly at the efficiency of his bodyguard, when an unseen tackle from Pakari rolled him into the shadow of the building. “Tell your friend to keep quiet.” Pakari whispered, his gun against the side of Renner’s neck. “And to stay that way.”
Diero’s questioning glance was answered with a nod from his chromed cohort, and the deceased dimwit retreated into the corner Bird occupied, setting the dumpster down with a gentle tap. Slim figures appeared silhouetted of the rooftops as behind them hovered a distant helicopter, its lights sweeping the ground below.
“We’ve got to locate them!” A voice was heard, and a growl of frustration was given in reply from very close to Renner. “This city’s like a maze. They could be on the other side of the ridge by now!”
The officer who had spoken hopped down into the alleyway, oblivious of the hidden party. “Look, that gunfire could’ve been a misfire from one of the officers on duty, or a hundred other things. It’d be a huge benefit to us if these things could relay any information they may have seen.” He gestured to one of the silhouettes, which stepped forward and revealed itself to be one of the rampant Dreamers.
“Get the rest of your group, start looking in the buildings to the south of here. If we can build a wall to sweep, we can push them to the furthest corner of the city - if they’re still here.” He turned to ascend the roof again, and looked back at the motionless Dreamers. “Oh, right… Uh, Zippy commands you to follow that officer’s input.”
At once all the Dreamers turned and descended towards where the first voice had come from. It was no less than a full minute before Pakari stopped tensing, and that moment was enough for Renner to break his grip and roll away. The dumpster went flying over his head and into the corner where Pakari lay, but Bird’s long arm caught up to it before it collided with him.
Skidding to a halt, Bird swung the dumpster back around and clubbed Diero with it, smashing him into the same wall he had been in a moment prior. Renner, who had backpedaled to avoid a similar fate as his bony bodyguard, sunk further into the darkness and disappeared from view, prompting the waste-wielding enforcer to approach his hiding spot.
Pakari was suddenly caught by the throat and thrown into his associate’s backside. The pair were up on their feet in a moment, but there was no one there. Diero had silently slipped away during the search for Renner, and the officers were left with an empty alleyway, which now echoed the distant sounds of conflict across the city.
It was a solid three minutes before Diero spoke up . “Boss, you had that the whole time and didn’t use it?”
“Eh.” Renner shrugged, the armor unfolding off his face and turning visible once more. “All of this armor is powered by whatever I want it to be. There’s a finite amount of it, but it can become whatever I want it to. And that’s why we’re back here.”
I quit looking for a brief moment. The card was here, slowly approaching in the atmosphere of this peculiar planetary body. With thousands of eyes observing the card, every angle, every reflection of light off its surface. I reached out to intercept it, then I
then…
The card crawled towards my extended fingers. This mechanical host would not last forever, but the Dreamers could. I could live forever. Here, on the moon, in perfect solitude. All I had to do was leave one Dreamer behind.
…
Diero watched as his boss ascended very slowly into the air. “Hey, ths is a bad time, but I was curious when you were planning to reset your Dreams and stuff.”
“Oh yeah,” Renner’s ascent stopped. “Here, hand me a rock, I’ll just write the-”
There was a terrible crashing noise all around them. Rubble peacefully living its best life exploded for no good reason as matter which had no good reason to be there suddenly forced its way into existence. The ruins of the tower were now pitted with holes that only a moment ago had been rather solid indeed.
Diero growled and reached for a revolver that wasn’t there. Renner’s armor shifted into a more defensive configuration. All across the dark night-smothered remains, thousands of orange lights suddenly glowed.
“Hi.”
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oooh a new chapter
fun
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Chapter 11
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“…But then again, if I didn’t show up as the corpse,” The AI spoke again, looking over the empty room, “he might believe I was a fabrication. Not actually based on the- I mean I AM him! So I’d have to show up as me in order to prove I’m me to him and then he would see me as me when we meet, and then I-”
“You okay?” AI looked over at Racie, who was holding her head in her hands and groaning softly. “People don’t usually do that when they’re okay.”
“People don’t usually HAVE TO LISTEN TO SOMEONE TALK ABOUT HOW DEAD THEY ARE EITHER, HUH?” Racie bellowed, turning away viciously and staring into the couch. She gave the slightest of snorts. “Winger…”
Looking back up, she was somewhat relieved to see AI had switched off the corpse imagery and was staring at her in apprehensive shock. “I guess I… I’m sorry. I’ve been-” She cleared her throat. “I’ve died recently, too.”
“How long ago?” AI asked. “And how did you… Y’know… Live?”
Racie sighed, then slowly and painfully forced herself to stand back up. “You got any way to move there, AI? It’s awfully dull just sitting around waiting to come back.”
“I uh, hang on.” The hologram disappeared for a moment, and a small sphere floated into the room, a spherical silver device with a round cutout portion housing a lens. It flickered for a moment, and then projected the holographic image of the reconstructed physical form of AI. “I hear that hole’s pretty deep, y’know.”
“No deeper than your personality.” Racie grunted, staggering forward into the darkness as AI took a few second to fully discern her retort. The hole in question was obviously very deep, pitch-black, and bore no trace of the rest of her party, with only the faintest of echoing sounds coming from inside.
“How powerful is the anti-gravity thingy on that projector ball, AI?” Racie sighed, cracking the slightest of smiles as she glanced wearily at the inexplicable piece of technology which hovered beside her.
“Uh, nothing? I mean, what was your question?” AI tried very badly to hide how he wasn’t really listening, too busy trying to think of a counter-retort to her retort. She rolled her eyes and grabbed the floating ball before he could protest. “Look, I don’t think that’s really relevant to what’s going ooOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
Down the hole they fell, almost impossibly fast, with AI trying his hardest to pump the brakes and slow their descent. As the inevitable feeling of an impact approached, the metal ball squealed and shivered, overclocking its system as it pushed back against gravity. Racie shut her eyes and prepared for the impact, jolting when the soft tap of her foot against the floor revealed the little sphere had succeeded. She let go, the silver ball rocketing into the ceiling and buzzing for a moment after the collision.
“Do you have any idea how STUPID that was?!” AI growled, initially flying the sphere in close proximity to Racie’s face and then projecting himself instead. “I don’t- can’t die again, but you can I think! So why did you do that? We can’t exactly go back up now!”
“Doesn’t matter.” Racie grunted, pushing forward into the darkness undeterred by AI’s protests. The faintest of lights could be seen further down the darkened tunnel, and it clearly held Racie’s attention. “Tell me, you ever feel like a footnote?”
“What.” AI’s attitude flatlined. “I’ve, uh, never felt very much like a book before, if that’s what you mean-”
“An addition. Just something little and insignificant tacked on the end of someone else’s story.” She gripped her side gingerly as she trudged on. “That’s how I’ve felt most of my life. Like everything I do is just some additional thing that isn’t even noticed by the real focus, which is always someone else. No matter how much I learn, or how much I do, it’s never going to be enough to set me as anything other than a small detail.”
“Uh.” AI clearly didn’t know how to react, as both the thought process and the conversation were in avenues he wasn’t remotely sure of. “I mean, I don’t even remember what my name used to be, or even if I had one. So I guess I wouldn’t mind being a small detail for someone else, even if I had to do a lot to get it. It’s the doing that makes it worth it, you know?”
“Sorry.” He gripped his holographic arm and looked away despondently. “That’s probably not the answer you were looking for.”
Racie’s small grunts of exertion were the only reply. The light at the end grew brighter and brighter as the muffled sounds of shouting slowly made themselves discernible. “Well you may be content with your position, mister nobody, but I’VE had to put up with being completely useless and forgotten my entire life, and after being so forgettable I wasn’t even missed after I actually DIED - well, I’ve made up my mind.”
Racie poked her head around the corner and wrinkled her nose at the sight - about ten different Dreamers holding the party members hostage, with a jar of very dim sparks nestled inside suspended from the ceiling by ruined steel cables. Another hologram was present, dancing about in the middle of the room, with a blue top hat and cane twirled about on occasion.
“She’s not going to come.” Winger breathed, earning him a sharp kick in the stomach from one of the Dreamers. The little holographic figure danced even more erratically after that, no audible sound being produced aside from the scraping of Winger’s helmet against the floor as he writhed from the pain.
“Say, it’s been a minute.” The hologram spoke, floating down towards Gofers and glaring into his glowing, frightened sockets. “Where is she, huh? You told me there was another person here, that she’d been part of your group for a while, but she didn’t come?”
“I-I-I-I don’t kn-kn-know anyb-b-body other than th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-” He eloquently relayed, but was unfortunately cut off by the Dreamers tossing him on the ground in front of Winger. “Gaah! Why do you silly little creatures have to be so annoying all the time?! I don’t think I have the patience to wait for a fourth person to show up here. Is this thing still cold?”
The suspended jar was inspected. “Good. I knew he wouldn’t do too well in sub-zero temperatures. Hopefully he’ll be alive just long enough for me to get him into the reactor, and he’ll be fuel enough for a looong time. But why am I telling you?”
Winger had stopped his scraping and was whispering something to Gofers. “Hey! No conversing among the ritualistic sacrifice offerings!” The Dreamers dragged them away, but not before Gofers had taken a nibble out of the ground Winger had scratched his helmet on. With a guttural screech, green flames seeped over the body of the Maestro de Gofres, as the trashbag poncho fluttered from the force of the fire. Furiously he flew at the nearest Dreamer, the flames in his body coalescing into his pinkies as he flexed them and swept them across the Dreamer’s neck, decapitating it.
“You fight with your pinkies.” Winger groaned painfully.
“It’s a trademark!!” Gofers replied as he swung them into the knees of another Dreamer while two others grappled him from behind. “Plus, I don’t know how I could accomplish my sick wrestling moves if I didn’t!”
“When I asked you to 'do moves and kill Dreamers’ I thought I was implying actually cool and real moves, not watever the heck that is.” Winger clutched his stomach as the Dreamers guarding him let him go in order to dogpile Gofers, who was spinning in place and carving through every Dreamer close to him by extending his pinkies in opposite directions.
“They ARE real!!” Gofers frowned, clearly offended. “I can’t believe you’re one of those ‘street fighting is fake’ people. Guys like me have a real code of conduct to stick to!”
Cordax was freed last, and he dropped limply to the ground with no response. “That’s not just an affront to me, but to every fighting legend that’s ever been.” Gofers jutted his chin upwards indignantly as he dove his pinkies in and outward from the rounded skull of the last Dreamer. “I demand you apologize before I get angry with you.”
The lights in the massive underground chamber began to dim as the holographic figure laughed and clapped his non-corporeal hands. “Well done, gents, well done! However I think you’ll soon realize that was only part one of my defenses, and part two comes from one of my more ambitious projects out there!” A large hatch opened in the wall, and two piercing lights shone briefly.
“Ever since I learned of Dreamers, I’ve been making as many as I can.” He grinned, the light of his orange Pakari like a spotlight as it traveled the floor. “To that end, I tried to make something capable of beating Dreamers into the dust if anyone ever tried to use them against me. My first one was particularly vile, but he didn’t work out.”
The Maestroo de Gofres could barely hold back the two massive jaws that attempted to crush him. It was fish-like in nature, covered in gunk, with a noticeable underbite framed in a permanent scowl, its cobalt skin reflecting what light there was while its teeth, massive and hooked like an angler fish, threatened to crush Winger’s Dreamer inside. “This time, however, I think I’ve fin-ally found a way to break them for good.”
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I may be mistaken, but I think I know who this may be.
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Maybe I do.
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Root beer is the superior beverage.
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Glad Racie gets some story nods
anyways, neat new chapter
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The Rac always comes back.
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Oh no, look at this poor man… he’s doing the theorising again bruh
Peach, You’re So Cool And With My Star, We’re Gonna Rule
It still, to this day, hasn’t gone on the ooc topic.
Chapter 10
Oh hey, I guess these two goobers are alive still. That means that Renner’s funny prank killed exactly 0 people (Tott doesn’t count)
This whole ordeal from this chapter means three things: police have dreamers and Zippy is the host of those dreamers. Both of these three things will be brought up in the next chapter section.
Also, Diero still hasn’t gotten a new revolver. Cringe.
Well, that was a nice chapter, I hope nothing whimsical happe-
That’s a certified no dude don’t post anime memes ghid is online moment
So volume did get sent to the moon then
I’m very curious how this whole ordeal with Renner, Diero and a whole pile of Ghid is going to play out.
Chapter 11
So, you did not lie when you said you were going to write about Racie. It’s so heartwarming to know that most likely the majority of this chapter exists because of my constant whining about her character.
Honestly, I think this is a great ch- no stop it don’t you dare touch that laptop
Let me explain myself.
You see, for some reason, this chapter, this particular paragraph, impacted me a lot more than anything else from these stories.
It might be because it does a half decent job at not failing to cover up one of the biggest plot holes in the book so far, the non existence of Racie’s character up to this point, that is; it might be because this paragraph feels strangely relatable to me for… reasons; it might be because I coincidentally happened to be listening to the song called “hated by life itself” while reading this paragraph; it might be because I’m really tired while writing this and desperately need sleep, somebody stop me; it might be because of all of the above, but this chapter just works for me.
now don’t you dare repeatedly hit that laptop with your fist and throw it into the window, what you’re seeing here is a rare sentimental NOTaHFfan moment.
Okay, now that it’s over,
Finally, the author remembered that she a gamer
This perfectly summarises my sentiment.
Now onto the rest of the chapter,
I know who this is, you know who this is, everyone except the person themselves knows who this is (they don’t read the book)
Classic bri’ish moment
Speaking of the bri’ish person at hand, I think this dapper orange and blue Pakari wearing individual is definitely the good old Zippy. It’s been established well enough that a Pakari is the mask of law in this world. And this 5 o’clock tea drinking law enforcing AI has definitely gone insane with all the dreamer shenanigans. Naturally, he knows how to make him: he worked in Volume’s tower. And we all know who that gentleman really is
Funny how this clown is actually doing a better job at being a Dreamer than Diero
He’s definitely baking home made dreamers. Also, poor wild.
Ain’t no way the most marketable character dead. You ain’t fooling me
Gunk gunk gunk GoodGuy look he said it, the said the thing
Docta Bebba
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Peach, understaahaAAand, I'll only LUHV ya TEL THE VARY AAEAEHNDDuh
The hardest choices require the strongest of wills
Tott doesn’t count because Ghid’s still alive 
Zippy-dee-doo-dah
I don’t know how I made it this long without posting Killer Fish from San Diego
I had said a b-list focus was my intent with BoTGHIDDON, and I’ll stick by my word
It’s too bad he won’t go into an in-character monologue detailing his entire motivations and why exactly he’s suddenly beginning a hostile takeover (it’s also too bad I never laid the groundwork for this a while ago [how neglectful of me])
Diero: BAAAAAD TO THE BOOOOONE
Gofers: Look my pinkies are on fire
it’s like build-a-bear except it’s the dreamers who are bare (please kill me for this joke)
Whaaaaat I would never kill Cordax off in one of the books
so gracefully
Can’t wait for Cordax to become lime lacroix smoothie yum yum 
I know theorizin’ hasn’t been super convenient for you, but I really do appreciate your silly little conspiracy theories, they’re always a joy to read and debunk/confirm. It makes me happy that even if I laptop smash gif at my own chapters three minutes after posting them, someone will laptop rebuild gif because of them.
Ru Bier 
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Chapter 12
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“DIERO ROCK NOW!!” Renner screamed for the third time, which only made Diero look for a rock even faster and less precisely than before. His search ended when one of the Ghid Dreamers present handed him a stone off the ground.
“Uhh, okay.” Diero handed it to the ever-ascending Renner, who scribbled furiously on it and tossed it back down to his deadsperado. “You really think you can just feign innocence here, Ghid? After everything you’ve done?”
“I’ve been watching.” I said through a different Dreamer. “You’ve got to make it to that hole in the sky before he does. Get moving; I’ll cover you.” All one thousand of the stony Dreamer Ghids moved into a large series of circles around the spot where Renner had started floating upwards from, and although my quickened intellect had made the decision based on relevant and prevalent information readily accessible in that moment, the slower mental processes of the laminated loser and his belligerent bonehead eventually figured out why.
Out of the darkness glowed a number of yellow lights, all of which corresponded to the eyes of Dreamers, which lumbered out of the dark looking for an opportunity to interfere with Renner’s ascent. Diero reached for a gun he didn’t have, frowning in discontent at the fact, and starting slightly at the massive hand which gripped his shoulder as I stepped forward, the Dreamer I possessed holding a heavy metal bar in the opposite hand.
“HELP. ME.” It whispered.
“You have the right to remain silent!” A voice sounded. “By order of our rightful king, his excellence Lord Zippy, you are hereby ordered to lay down your arms and ammunition and surrender immediately! Failure to do so swiftly and promptly will result in-”
“Zippy’s on this now?” Diero hissed, after having thrown the largest piece of debris he could find at the officer. “Boss, you couldn’t levitate any faster, could you?”
“I’m trying, honestly.” Renner exhaled, having prepared to shout again and finding himself just too tired to do that. “Ghid, I’m going to kill you at least a thousand more times if you try anything while I’m absent. You understand?”
“Loud and clear.” I answered through at least three different bodies. It was hard to tell for certain, even for me, since I was also so preoccupied hurling whoever I could get my many hands on into the furthest buildings I could manage. A slew of officers had appeared over the edge of the crater of debris from the once splendid tower of mine, and were all opening fire, equally split between a few of myself, Diero, and the ascending Renner, all of which remained completely unharmed.
“Please, oh please, do me a huge favor.” The metal bar I held continued rambling in protest. “You want to use me as a weapon? I suppose I have no choice. But please oh please don’t use me to stab anyone through the stomaAAAAAaAaaAUAugaghAaaAAaghaghgAhuuUGgghHH WHY OH GOSH WHY DID YOU DO THAT”
I had handed him over to Diero, who immediately used the bar as a way to fulfill the command of “DREAM: WHIRLING IRON!!” Renner had said, albeit far quieter than he would have otherwise. Now cloaked in blue flame, the bar had been used as a spear and skewered through the face of an oncoming Dreamer with incredible efficiency.
It was in vain that the sentient crooked bar continued bellowing out his protest at nearly everything that occurred; Diero’s resolve was that of a lion, and one with a stupid hat at that. Goodness, I missed making fun of these two.
“You were in a realm of infinite possibility.” I commented calmly as I gave a fine, upstanding officer of the law a serious concussion. “You had the power to rewrite the universe at your fingertips. Why, then, did you not think of a way to move faster than a lead balloon?”
“My priorities were a little less scattered, thank you!” Renner frowned at the me that had spoken most recently, now only some fifty-odd meters in the air. “I was trying not to die from everything you threw at me, and I already had a mode of transportation at the time, although that appeared to- it’s those two!”
Renner pointed a finger at an approaching group of officers among the horde. Officers Pakari and Bird were present, the former nestled in the grip of one of the larger, heavier units of which Bird was a part, visibly unresponsive, while the latter had to be restrained by four of them. Upon seeing the battle taking place, the latter wrestled himself free from his captors’ grip and launched into the fray, swatting aside numerous Dreamers while cradling Pakari in his arm.
Looking up at Renner, I had decided enough was enough, and after assembling a large number of my Dreamers together I assembled a scrambling tower of my host bodies which barely reached the slowly ascending simpleton, shoving him upwards as fiercely as I could. He was caught off-guard by the maneuver, but it did help to increase his speed, placing him at the entrance tear in no time.
Good. I looked away as the Dreamer tower disassembled and practically fell on the overwhelming amount of opponents. There’s no way he got there before that polished peabrain did.
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Renner stepped in, the cold of the snow stinging his heel as his eyes took in the calming sight of a slow breeze, sweeping snow across the flat plain. Tiny flowers poked up through the fiield of white crystals, yellow petals turned away and to the tiny sun in the distance, nestled on the horizon.
Wait a minute. Renner blinked twice, his memory correcting some details. The tear had been in the middle of the air almost at random, he had last peen on an almost snowless peak, and there were no flowers. The beginning of a distance chuckle put him into battle stance, his dream-powered armor flowing into new, previously impossible shapes.
“You’re the subject of this story, the one now in control of this place.” The voice whispered, a blizzard whipping through at high speed. All the flowers turned to face him, yellow petals nestled around a blue center. The silhouette of a figure began marching out of the storm, the sun where his head should be.
The sun turned blue.
“Well, now I am too.”
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this image doesn’t have any relevance I just liked the energy it conveyed
uh Uhh uh uhh Uh well hm this might be a problem. I wonder how chromeboy will get out of this wacky and whimsical situation? whooo knooooooows?
me
ok get theorizing nerd 
I stayed up late to pump this one out for you
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Oh hey it’s Sonus Monopoly and Axelford
Neat chapter
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Tonight on Top Gear
I learn how to levitate
James eats a rock and commits several manslaughter using a living metal pipe
And Hammond ascends into godhood
Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches, Peaches I LUEGHEUGHV YOEUGH, EOUOUOUGH
That’s exactly why I said that Tott doesn’t-
Wait why is there an emoji? Is it because rhymes with sus?
Ok google why am I dead inside
I was wondering where’d my prangles go
Good. What about the c-list (c-obalt, c-ethryn and c-lower half) tho? I wonder where they are now.
C-lower half’s wings would surely be useful in the latest chapter.
Listen, the problem here is the “a while ago” part. I forgor.
Nah, I think I can bear with this kind of humour. I barely even cringed
Thanks man, I sure did laptop rebuild gif today because of the latest chapter
wait, uh, wholesome moment is over. Wholesome is banned in the land of Bo_ 
Speaking of the latest chapter…
Chapter 12
Yes
No. Sonus got killed (?) a while ago. I will theorise about who this is later in this post.
Unexpected Ghid and NOTaHFfan team up. Last time something like this happened, weebs got completely erased from the multiverse (this was one of the TTV moments of all time), so this is going to be interesting.
Oh hi Axelford
So amazing to see Diero actually being a force to be reckoned with again. And the fact that he is using the poor Axel as a weapon to reenact the dream is an icing on the cake.
Awww so heartwarming to see that Ghid missed the silvery stooge and deadsperado while on his moon vacation
Thank you mr Ghid, that’s a very good question. I wish I were the one to ask it first though
If the possibility is so infinite, could he have just made himself the most powerful being in the universe by giving himself the ability to kill anything with one punch, for instance? Hypothetically, of course, because you would have to be an absolute genius of an author to pull such a scenario off in an interesting way.
He’s trying his best, okay? In order to achieve your dream, you need to work hard and strive for it. This is the way of sussy imposters. (Thank you, thank you for your applause, I know my book criticising has been exceptionally good today)
Ayyy new nickname, I think. I surely will be adding it to the ever growing list of nicknames when I post the next version of the Renner moc… if that next version ever forces its way into existence.
Ay, he finally made it. I sure hope nothing whimsical happens this t-
Okay, it’s time to address the ghelephant in the renneroom.
The “he” that Ghid didn’t want to let into the portal so much (unsuccessfully) throughout the whole chapter that he even teamed up with Renner and the silhouette we see here is none other than Monopoly.
Which reminds me of a line by one of the Ghidfolks from the Ghid committee from one of the previous chapters:
He was actually talking about Monopoly. Monopoly is the great evil Ghid is afraid of, and now that he achieved the godly power of the Dream World, the only thing that’s keeping him from world destruction is the Anodize airhead.
This 100% cements my suspicion that Monopoly is the main villain of the Bo_ series. Now the “but what if you were the villain” line from BoR makes more sense than ever
Quite ironic that Ghid essentially brought this all upon himself. Had he not pulled an epic prank on Monopoly during BoR and BoL, the dude would have stayed an ordinary goon and wouldn’t have decided to kill Ghid to get revenge, threatening the existence of the universe itself in the process.
Speaking of,
If this means what I think it means, Monopoly and Renner are essentially on equal footing now. They both seem to have the godly reality-altering powers of the Dream World, considering the changed environment of the world and Renner unlocking “new, previously impossible shapes” of armour. But the logistics of how this is possible are still unclear to me.
What’s also unclear is how Monopoly knows about the existence of the Dream World and how it works. Obviously, Ghid couldn’t have told him because there is no reason to and Monopoly couldn’t have gotten this knowledge on his own. The only two options I can think of are: he saw the giant hole in the sky and decided that it would be funny as hell if he went there (somehow, he can’t fly) or he got the knowledge of this dimension from the Chronicler’s arm (I assume he still has it, right?) and went there deliberately (somehow, he can’t fly).
Either way,
Chapter 14 is definitely going to be hella wacky and whimsical.
Also,
Typo
Someone help this man, he’s having a stroke
I wonder what will take longer: me putting this in the OOC topic or you fixing the typo before I can do anything
The timer is ticking
Like father like son I mean like author like theoriser
Beba
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