The book of tears finale: a group of hears
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hey look there I am
this was a neat chapter.
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Tonight on Top Gear
I died
James died
And Hammond is probably sad but he lacks a soul so we can’t really tell
I don't know the season or what is the reason I'm standing here holding my blaaaa-aaade
If racie isn’t real then why is she-
oh
I guess she’s not then
Don’t worry I can’t even gaslight myself 
But you can’t gaslight me into believing you’re a good theorizer 
you had no basis for half the people you pulled out of the blue for this little theory so it makes no sense 
Remember what George Orwell said about continuity across multiple books?
“Getting shot through the throat was not a pleasant experience, but it was still better than having to read The Book of Tears | ArmaGhiddon.”
― George Orwell
In Book of Ramblings, one Wild was enough to almost kill Monopoly and burned with such intensity that it caused the steel in the room to begin melting. Ever since Wild’s been revealed here, I’ve had to create some circumstance to prevent him from simply decking everyone else, as he’s probably the most powerful character in the books, aside from the untapped potential the Dreamers possess.
This is the same reason why I don’t write any theories 
Don’t you just love it when you’re right?
Oh my gosh
Y’know honestly at this point I think I’m just gonna leave it and wait for when I explain it further in-chapter because it’s more fun that way but man idk man
Desperate times call for desperate measures, and Wild moved his whole swarm of sparks out to assist in the recovery process from Zippy’s coup. However, he forgot to leave even just one spark behind to keep watch.
His armor isn’t a living organism, so Dreamers can’t defy it just by existing. He’s also huge and really strong, another officer of his same designation having stopped the Eilrach police car with a single punch, which also destroyed the engine. Monopoly made himself bulletproof, but there’s a bit of a difference between bullets and Bird’s fists.
Cold 
See, this is where knowing the deep lore comes in handy. Wild’s able to produce an absurd amount of heat, and would seemingly act as a free agent under whatever circumstances he could, but also knows and is associated with an officer of the law on an official mission to the cider factory, so anything and everything that the police could possibly have on Wild was recorded with - guess who? - their most convenient AI assistant.
So with a bunch of info on Wild (and a lot of free time) Zippy was able to construct a plan to subdue Wild should the need ever arise, and an opportunity conveniently presented itself when Cordax fell down Le Hole.
me irl
Do you recall this?
I’ve hinted at this for a while
So you may recall all the way back in the beginning of BoR when Monopoly was eating spinach with a fork, that he simply stuck the whole thing in his face and only the fork came out. Essentially he ate the spinach, but in a not necessarily human manner per se.
Now accelerate that ability by the power of the BoL realm and you have a Monopoly head that can carve through just about anything.
His head is incorporeal to a point, as it runs into difficulty with things going too far into the sphere, and this affects how he interacts with the Dreamers, as he was able to stick it just enough into Diero’s face to knock him out during BoD and again with Gofers in this same chapter.
Still corporeal enough for two boneheads to bash in with their fists should the need arise. 
This is the psychopathic madman who just ripped Renner’s heart out twice and Renner is still trying to fight him head-on
And we both know how that worked out for him
rip and tear until it is donedoom is mid
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I’ve been waiting actual years for this
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Chapter 28
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“More over here!” Gofers yelled.
The concrete groaned as he held it aloft. “Don’t worry,” He casually said to the frightened woman holding her infant son in her bruised arms. “I’m- okay well maybe do worry, I mean don’t worry about me, I’m fine, I’m kind of-”
The concrete broke in the middle. Bracing for the worst, her eyes slowly reopened to see Gofers holding the first half with one hand, having darted forwards at lightning speed to catch the second segment. “-kind of made for this.”
“I said to stop making small talk with the survivors.” Winger walked up, holding something metallic and blue under his arm. “Ma’am, if you can move under your own power, I suggest you walk to the orange perimeter so we can provide medical assistance.”
“…Dude, you’re a giant skeleton in a sombrero, you really have to stop pretending you can make casual conversation with anyone you feel like.” Winger grumbled at Gofers after the survivor had walked towards the circle AI had projected. “Now is there anyone else we can find around here before they end up in mortal peril and you go zipping off again?”
“Like I said, I’m not the best at spotting things like that.” He replied. “Maybe you should write another thingy if you want that; it’s not like any of this debris is going to threaten anyone else at this poi-”
Gofers suddenly shot away, a trail of dust kicked up in the moment all that remained of him. Winger felt the outside of his helmet as if it would somehow alleviate his headache, the sun climbing high into the sky making it difficult to work in all-black attire. Did everything really occur all within one night? All that hurt, and death, and pain? It was evening at the dark wall, and then-
Stop. Winger’s fist clenched as hard as it could. Now’s not the time for that.
“Winger!” Gofers suddenly called out, from quite a ways off. “I’ve got a family of five here! Most of them are crying and I don’t know why, they keep saying ‘esqueleto malvado’ and throwing rocks at me, I don’t think I can hold their roof up too well with them them-” There was a rumbling sound. “Okay they quit throwing the rocks! I think it might be because the roof caved in and now I’m squatting down holding it up… Is this okay? Am I doing the whole written thing right?”
Groaning, Winger quickly adjusted a couple dials on his mysterious tech and began running over. “¡Venida! ¡Cállate!”
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“Well, I’ve got Winger on recovering any survivors, and Diero will help him after our business here is finished.” Renner adjusted his collar. “Although I do have to ask why you had us reconstruct the Ghid tower before any of the collateral damage was addressed. Buildings could come down any minute now.”
“We have people for that.” Krelikan replied, outfitted with a brand-new head and body, looking out from the top of the newly-erected Volume tower. “Society here has never bore witness to Volume, only very few had any idea the individual at the top was even Ghid at all… To many, Volume is a national hero, and although an unquestionable monarch, it seems Ghid did a great amount to make his presence as charitable in this ‘music city’ as possible - customizable music tracks in the prisons. Can you believe it? The city’s electricity costs are immense.”
“The people of this city need a Volume to look up to, to aspire towards. I do not intend to hold them in the dark forever, but for now,” His mechanical eyes squinted at the cityscape he now loomed over. “It would be remiss of me to take away their only symbol of hope.”
“Well, they have much less threats to that hope now.” Renner replied. “All the remaining Dreamers running amuck have been dealt with. I’m glad you followed through on your end and destroyed the Dreamer-making reactor of your missing AI.”
“Winger tells me the AI named Zippy is… Well beyond missing.” Kreliken mused. “I understand he went mad with power and was eliminated by Racie. Good change of pace for her, I’m thinking. She was quite useless before.”
“…And the other terms…?” Renner coughed as politely as he could.
“Volume has officially released a charta pardonationis utlagariae.” Krelikan replied, turning to look Renner directly in the eye. “You and your Dreamer are free to go. However, show up again and we may have to rescind the order on suspicion of further activity.”
“Waaait. Now I remember you.” Pakari said, wagging a finger at Renner as he approached. “You’re that bounty hunter, the one from out east, aren’t you?”
“Uh,” Renner backed away slightly. “I don’t know what you-”
“You were the one turning in people who had committed mail theft.” Pakari continued, much to the interest of Krelikan and the amusement of Diero, who had silently and dutifully stood next to Renner during the discussion. “You had some name like Justice Spark or something and your arm could shock people and generate lightning, and one time you lead the police on a chase because you stole a woman’s purse thinking she was a thief, and you were constantly calling the station asking if there were any murders, and-”
“Hey, I remember that one.” Diero broke in on the conversation with a massive grin. “I recall you screaming so loud that if he ever called back asking about murders they’d have to report his.”
“Next time I have you rebuild a building in two seconds,” Renner hissed at his bodyguard, who looked away with the same massive grin plastered across his smug face. “I’ll also make sure you bring it right back down on top of yourself. Well, uh, it was fun and all reminiscing, but I had better leave to help Winger before you remember anything else I’ve just been pardoned of.” He smiled, backpedaling directly into the elevator and repeatedly nudged Diero to press the down button.
“You really think this is going to work out, sir?” Pakari asked. “I mean, they’re all immensely dangerous, and sending them further west to spread the word of what happened-”
“They can be someone else’s problem.” Krelikan looked across the city, most of it still standing, slowly regaining electricity lost during the conflict. “I’ve eliminated all the threats to this city in one night. The Dreamers are no more, Zippy is no more, and regrettably Ghid is also no more. Without him here we’ll have to carry on as best we can.”
He reached into Ghid’s closet before pausing, “Tell the, ahem, Ambassadors from Elsewhere that I am ready to see them now.”
As Pakari saluted and turned to the elevator, he looked back. “By the way… Congratulations on the promotion. There’s nobody better to fulfill the position of head of the city than you.”
“And to you the same,” Krelikan replied, affixing one of the long, flowing red capes with fur collars to his neck. “Chief operating officer of the city of music.”
Pakari paused, stunned, but eventually relented into a salute, and descended eager to share his new status with officer Bird. Krelikan turned to slowly look out over the vast, densely-populated city. This richly musical city. This torn, struggling city, depending on all those with such fantastical powers as Renner and the Dreamers to always use them for good.
His city.
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“Well, I hope this will be sufficient for you.”
The green mist provided the only semblance of life in the nearly pitch-black room. The hole above had been patched by boards, the light shining in was so minimal it was almost entirely absent. The sounds of water dripping deep in the twisting maze of ancient sewers was the only indicator of movement in the blackness.
“You had no other opportunity. No change at redemption. Well, now you’ve received it.” The green cloud continued to hover, as if trying its best not to fade away before the exchange was through. “You would not receive mercy at their hands, so you received mercy at mine. But you did not receive it because you deserve it; no, you receive such an opportunity because you do not.”
“And with that paradox I leave you. I hope that, in your reflective moments here, before you inevitably find the means to move from here onward, that you are as guilted about your second chance at redemption as I was about mine.”
The cloud dissipated, leaving behind the old television, on which the color display glowed a singular blue dot.
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This is almost over soon I can’t wait
So have I, N01 but seeing it now is worth it
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Still can’t believe that this is almost over…
The fact that the first book started over three years ago is just
The fight raged on for a century, Many lives were claimed, but eventually
You see? I predicted it
The theoriser strikes again
“If Ghid and Theoriser exert writings on each other, these writings have the same magnitude of quality, or lack thereof.”
— Isaac Newton
But you see, Wild, Pakari and Bird did end up showing up, which means I was right and called it from the very beginning 
You obviously edited that into the chapter to just prove me wrong
and there’s nothing you can do to disprove this claim
Renner and Winger could write a dream that erases Monopoly and all consequences of his actions from reality upon activation at any given opportunity, judging by the things we’ve seen Dreamers do in these books, but unfortunately Renner and Winger are stupid
Darn it, hindsight strikes again
Don’t you just love it when my theorising gives you brain damage
Doesn’t that mean that literally any person wearing good enough armour is Dreamer-resistant? Wouldn’t Renner and Pakari also apply? Or is Renner’s armour technically alive?
Nice explanation, good job
Oh I did not realise that Renner was actively fighting Monopoly there. I thought he was just standing there and his armour was being deleted from afar
Chapter The Bite of ‘87 - 60
I guess my keyboard comment was prophetic, Rukah really did do 100% of the job here.
The Theoriser strikes again 
Oh
That answers one of my questions from last time.
Such a shame that this problem got into his head. Going ahead, I hope he will remain calm and won’t lose his head again if such a situation occurs again. Only then he will be able to become whole again and head forward without any regrets.
This is… weirdly wholesome
I did not expect Tott to care about him like that
I am with Tott on this one
If Dreamers could always restore people like this, why had they never done that before?
I assume Winger will give himself a new arm like that as well?
Me when I see that the chapter is wholesome
This is actually a nice farewell, what the heck
That has to be the rukah knife. I assume that this is what gave immortality to The armoured Ghid as well
The book that got dropped out of the tower’s window that one time? Back then I theorised that it was the Book of Logic and I still stand by that statement
of all time?
Moistcritique reference?
I give this chapter what I’ve been waiting for out of what it’s all about. Didn’t even wooooo yeah baby
moist critical jumpscare
The champion stood, the rest saw the better, Mister Rogers in a blood-stained sweater
Chapter ahahhahhahahahahhahahhahhahhhshshshnsnehhwhwhhshshhshsmemmskkskmsmsm
New theory: this is dunetoa 
Cobalt? (Or rather what’s left of him)
You know it’s funny because I had this entire theory about how Renner would lose his arm in the battle against Monopoly and it would get replaced with Cobalt’s because Cobalt is Renner’s chronicler and they are compatible or something, and how after his heart got replaced with an artificial one the lights on his armour would switch from blue to pink, effectively creating Renner V8, and then he would somehow acquire some of his V8 arsenal to complete the look and potentially give him a slight advantage in fighting Monopoly without relying on Diero, but oh well
Theories are theories because they sometimes (95% of the time) don’t come true
Pro tip: maybe removing the fake daftpunk helmet he got from wish will help him with his headache
New new theory: this is ttv message boards user dunetoa 
Did he just… activate a fancy sci-fi translation device? On his cheap daftpunk cosplay that he got from wish? Man the quality of life in the city of music must be really high… how do I go there? 
He has a collar?
I wonder just how much of Renner’s fancy armour survived up to this point? I assume some of it got destroyed in the earlier stages of the Monopoly battle when he was still using his hands, and then even more got deleted when Monopoly started using his head. Is it all gone and Renner is just wearing normal clothes now?
Ordinary citizens who just got freed from under the rubble and still feel completely disoriented and scared when they see the Volume tower mysteriously rise on the horizon in mere seconds (the irl fortnite experience)
Racie when she does something useful for the first time in her life (I find her character very relatable)
Renner and Diero when the only thank you for aiding in dealing with Monopoly they get is an order to get the heck out of this town if they don’t want to get jailed
This seems strangely fitting for this Renner
I wonder how long before the events of BoD this took place… It seems like something that Renner would do at the very beginning of his career, but it would be hella funny if it was right before he started chasing after Ghid in the previous book
The arm tells me that this must be a reference to my latest Human Renner that I shared with you recently
In the Bo_ continuity it would make sense that he would have just one mechanical arm before he fully augmented his body with mechanical parts, as seen in BoD, but the theory would only work if a lot of time passed between the instance that Pakari is talking about and BoD. I don’t think that he was already mostly mechanical in Pakari’s story, because it’s unlikely that a petty criminal Renner would have access to resources to create something like that, which is what makes me think that it can’t be a reference to Renner V7/V8, so it has to be Human Renner
There are quite a bit fewer of them now
The power dynamic here doesn’t really make sense to me. Krelikan was under Pakari’s command in BoR, and now he has a much higher status somehow. What gives him the right to become the head of the city? The lack of any other competent people? Or the fact that he’s a robot just like Volume? Or the fact that he can wear Volume’s cape as a reference to the latest version of Krelikan’s self-MOC and that’s a cool thing to do?
also, fur collar
New new new theory: this is ttv message boards user dunetoa 
But for real,
Me when Monopoly turns out to be alive
Eilrach kept himself alive just to give Monopoly a lecture about the huge L that he just caught, and only when he was done, he proceeded to die. What a gigachad. He will be missed
I give this chapter yes/yes. Didn’t even yes.
Y E S.
Markiplier jumpscare
Good job documenting Ghid’s typos. Now he can’t shadow edit it and pretend that nothing happe-
Ah shoot
Me writing this reply (real):
You mean this is what you’ve been waiting for this is what it’s all about (wooo yeah baby)?
I’ll see myself out
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I think it could actually have grown to become more of his body. Earlier, Racie stated that she’d programmed his armor to be able to replace any part of his body, possibly down to the molecular level. And the armor was thus able to replace his heart with a cybernetic one. Thus the armor could have evolved into a sort of mechanical symbiote, similar to Venom in Marvel (except without controlling the wearer).
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Chapter 29
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“Thank you all for the patience you have displayed during recent events.” Krelikan spoke, slowly pacing across the room. “I sincerely apologize for the hardship you have experienced during the last few hours, and I know your own worlds are looking forward to your eventual return.”
“Not all.” Krana Za number 7894 softly chimed in, his ruined mechanical head completely powerless to act. “My universe was wiped down to nothing, by my own hands. I have nothing to go back to.”
“Very well, I shall mention my proposal now instead of later.” Krelikan motionlessly activated some deeply-concealed switch inside his body, turning on a holographic display inside the tower. “This city is massive, as the law enforcement operations inside it are numerous. It is so heavily reliant on the automated systems that were developed and run through the AI unit stationed beneath police headquarters that it’s practically insolvent without a powerful mental force behind the wheel, per se.”
“I have anticipated your next statement and your proposal as a whole, and I accept.” Krana Za number 7894 interrupted his well-prepared speech, his voice hiding a bubbling excitement underneath his melancholy and stoic demeanor. “I have the deaths of a universe weighing on my conscience. An opportunity to redeem myself in any capacity is a welcome one, and is why I first arrived.”
“You sure you’re up to the task?” The tiny Ghid asked, his cartoonishly simple face peered out from behind the mechanical skull. “I mean, I don’t know how much of that robot body was you, but you’re looking a little worse for wear.”
Krana Za number 7894 glared sidelong at the miniscule Ghid, whose body had random bandages across his visible skin and one arm supported by an obvious cast. “I supported the computational weight of a machine hundreds of thousands of times taller than this tower… I think a little cross-communication between radio signals is easy enough in comparison.”
“We will give you a trial period to prove your capability and your willingness to work within the lines of the law.” Krelikan replied. “As for the rest of you, If you have no other purpose here, then I bid you farewell, and hope to meet you again in the fairest of health.”
“Ghidrius, if you would kindly send him home now.” Krelikan’s voice grew solemn as he folded his hands behind his back. A gurney was rolled forwards by Bird, while Pakari watched with as much reverence as he could realistically bestow on a Ghid he had never met. The cry was given, the silver shard slammed into the ground, and as reality tore in front of those assembled, Bird slowly rolled the gurney through to deposit the faceless body of Headhunter McGick back in his home dimension. The present Ghids bowed their heads in solemn respect - those who could physically do so, anyway.
“My thanks to you, noble.” Ghidrius shook the hand of Krelikan, his previously severed head now held on by a metal collar. “Once my dying tissue has slowly repaired itself this restraining armor will be removed. You are an excellent replacement for Volume.” He laid his massive armored hand on Krelikan’s comparatively tiny shoulder. “If it is ever possible for you to visit my kingdom, I would be honored to have you as a guest.”
The tear in reality shifted, and Ghidrius stepped through, back to the kingdom he now commanded. Tarnish approached the tear, paused, and turned back towards Krelikan, performing the closest thing to a bow that a pile of tacky fluids could replicate before returning to the tear and entering a world which pulsated with energy through the hole between.
That left the tiniest Ghid, who looked nervously at the tear and back to Krelikan. “I’m going to be honest with you,” He approached, tapping his fingers together as much as his cast allowed. “I’m not exactly… Welcome back home. If it’s okay with you-”
Krelikan raised a hand in silent protest at the verbiage, undoing the massive cape around his neck and crouching down, securing the collar around the now starry-eyed tiny Ghid. “It’s purely a cosmetic position, as I wouldn’t place the burden of running the city on you, but you make a much better lookalike to Volume than I do. If you’d like, that is-”
“ThankyouthankyouTHANKYOU!!” The little Ghid jumped and caught Krelikan by the neck, hugging him as best as one arm would allow. “Finally, I have my own house for the first time since- …Okay let’s just pretend I never had a house before and this is such a new experience wow yaaay.” Krelikan lowered him down in time for him to quickly dust himself off and pretend to be all trim and proper, child-like joy nearly bursting out of every pore in his incredibly smooth, round head. “I promise I’ll be the best Volume for you since… well… The last one! No disrespect meant, of course,” He leaned down towards the cape on the floor and whispered “Sorry” in as small of a voice as he could manage.
“If that is all,” Krelikan nodded at Bird, who pulled out a silver sliver and drew it across the tear, sealing it back up. “I and the new Volume have some information to go over regarding public appearance, and the eventual statement which will need to be made regarding his passing. It’s going to be difficult to repay the people of this city for their immense trust in Ghid… And even more difficult to repay the two of you.” He faced Pakari and Bird, who stood dutifully at attention. “Pakari tells me you both died fairly horribly at the hands of Monopoly and his cohorts, and your bravery shows no bounds. Pakari has already been promoted, but forgive me if I am a little indecisive on how best to reward you, agent Bird. There are only so many positions unoccupied after the battle… Only so many we have had to bury, thankfully.”
“Sir,” Bird looked at his new superior with a gleam in his visible eye. “Living to see my city safe once more has been and always will be my greatest reward.”
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Ghidrius returned to an empty throne in an impoverished kingdom. His followers met him with melancholy, heard the minimal account of his tale in woe, and gave him a slow account of what had transpired in his absence.
Ghidrius said nothing in reply, ushering those in his chamber from his presence. For a while he sat in silence, then stood, and turning, gazed up at the figure high above his throne, the decayed body of Wilhelmus the Lesser, his sword stabbed through his body, now a fixture on the wall. He had been turned so his bony features could face all those who came to pay reverence to their powerful king.
“When drawing the sword from your body for so cosmetic a purpose, I almost didn’t get you pinned fast enough.” Ghidrius spoke. “Who knew that you would return to life the moment it left your body? Aside from you, perhaps, but that factor hardly matters now. When I’ve transformed your kingdom into a shining pinnacle of technology and capability, perhaps I’ll unpin you and show you all the wonders you threw away, all the love of your people you trashed for some noble and numb cause, too numb to hear their cries and devotion to you before it turned into anger.”
He pulled out a small device from his armor. “Well I will not squander their genuine admiration so foolishly. They live in fear of me now, but they will not cower at the wonders I will work, the progress I will make here.” The device sprung to life, displaying detailed holograms accounting for the history of the world, modern inventions, any information he desired on all of history’s march. “And this device is so refined it can run for nearly a decade before it quits. By the third year of that time we will be in the steam era, and by the tenth I will have intrenet and electricity in modern computing systems.”
“…Intenret. Internitet.” He scratched his chin, looming into one of the holograms. “What a peculiar word. I shall have to retitle some of this nonsense to retain some level of cohesion. But regardless,” He moved his hands, and the holograms spread across the entire room. “The time for the march of progress has begun.”
“And perhaps, even further beyond what Volume had accomplished…”
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Success?
Undoubtedly. The right manner and course in the universe has been reset.
Then there is no threat of universal collapse?
Hardly. Just a fool playing at power he had no capability to comprehend.
And this G-entity, the one separate from yourself, he is returned to his status in the universe?
…
In a way, yes. He had made himself into a monster in the eyes of the world, and his current existence reflects the ultimate escape he had so long desired.
Then he still exists, yes?
As long as there exists his spawn, there will exist himself, in some form of self-loathing and regret. And… I feel he exists, yes, even now. How I cannot say.
This will be sufficient, G-entity of dimension Miluca-12. We sense you have grown attached to the false identity of Tarnish… Do you wish to be referred to by this title?
Whatever you desire, G-entity High Master. I am forever in debt to your future sight, which predicted all which would transpire if I did not intervene.
And you intervened successfully?
More than successfully. Thanks to you, I saved the universe.
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“This feels… Weird.”
Winger poked at the blue metal arm, slowly rolling its fingers and wrist. “You’re saying he’s still technically alive? As an arm?”
“That’s what I suspect, anyhow.” Renner shrugged. “I figured Diero would be a better fit at attaching it than Gofers, since he’s a little more experienced with interpreting written messages than your Dreamer is. But what’s wrong? Do you not like having another arm?”
“I just don’t feel that it’s…” Winger replied, still staring at his strange new limb. “Honestly, the thought of him still being alive and yet me being the one to control it creeps me out. I might not have suggested the idea if I had known he’d still exist in there somehow.”
“Oh, grow a spine.” Renner waved away the conversation as best he could. “You’ve got an arm now, so hooray! It’s not like he’s actually aware or anything; it’s probably just some internal tissue or something like that holding some of him inside it still; I’m sure it’ll go away over time.”
“That’s even more unsettling.” Winger glared.
“Hey folks!” AI suddenly appeared, zipping around Renner’s head obnoxiously. “Racie’s all set with the towing cart. Getting it rigged on one of those old, broken floating bikes was a really bright idea, mr. Runner!”
“Please don’t call it a towing cart.” Renner smashed the tips of his fingers into the bridge of his noise in despair. “And that old, broken floating bike just so happens to have been my bike, a wonderful, vintage two-seater that… Never mind, it’s junk.” He waved at the sphere in irritation. “Whatever. It’s worthless now anyway.”
“Uh, sorry, jeez.” AI backed off a tad. “Listen, I only came over here because Diero was curious to see when we were leaving. We’ve got a lot ahead of us, is all.”
“Tell him to be ready in ten minutes.” Renner sighed. “And if you call me Runner again I’ll tape you to the underside of the bike and hope you get hit by a rock or something.”
“Grouch.” AI breathed and floated off towards Diero, leaving Renner and Winger alone. “Did you say pencil during that exchange?”
Renner had raised a small bagged drink to his lips and paused, staring in confusion at Winger. “I’m going to drink this so I don’t have to respond to that. No I didn’t, by the way.”
“It’s just…” Winger looked away as Renner began consuming the beverage at a remarkably fast pace. “I thought I heard or- or thought the word pencil. I don’t underst- do you usually eat by yourself or something? That’s incredibly gross.”
“Oh?” Renner wiped his mouth off. “I wouldn’t know. Diero doesn’t seem to mind, so I guess I should probably be a little more aware of it. Or drink slower. Anyway, what’re you-”
“Hold on.” Winger reached into his pocket and pulled out a pencil, the same one he had written his many commands with before. “I gotta try something.” Slowly, he placed the pencil into his left hand, and the moment his newly-added fingers gripped the writing instrument his arm sprung into life, automatically tracing letters on the soft, sandy ground.
“Wonderful, you’re ambidextrous.” Renner sighed, turning and throwing the balled-up drink package off to the side like a litterbug. “Well when you get done come help me get everyone loaded up; it’s going to be a roughly four hour drive and I’m not sure I can stand that AI guy talking for more than five minutes of that time.”
As Renner walked off to talk to Racie, Winger looked in silent contemplation at the words scrawled on the ground, slowly ascending and returning the pencil to his pocket before tapping on his peculiar tech, the sleek, jet-black bike which now pulled the empty floating cart revving to life.
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“It’s so quiet here.”
The figure stood, quietly observing the snowy world around him. At his side, an open book flipped from page to page, in a near infinite supply, writing out a detailed account of what transpired. “I don’t think there’s anything for me here. No friends, no one to speak to… And no certainty as to what is or isn’t real.”
“Mountains rise and transform at my slightest thought. The world is reformed however I choose, whenever I choose. Life is created and extinguished by my slightest whim.” The figure spoke, watching a sea rise in front of him, swirl upwards into an impossibly tall mountain, shatter into a thousand crystalline shards, and those shards freeze in place, before sparkling into stars in the night sky.
“This is the kind of power I wanted, but now that it’s here I don’t think I mind being a pole in the ground, unable to move or act.” He glanced down at his form, at once defined and undefined, a muscular figure, lean, skin of bronze, yet almost infinitely vast inside, like bronze itself was a universe being peered into. “You’ve had power before, right? You’ve had this incredible feeling of anticipation of your own mind, what it could concoct for the world? How did you survive it?”
“I didn’t.” The bullet replied, nestled in between the figure’s thumb and forefinger. “I fell to the preys of power, and the corrupting influence it had over me. And I ended up trapped in bullets for my trouble. Now, I am head by a man who was once a gun. Ironic, isn’t it?”
“Here we have been provided the opportunity to do some good.” The bullet floated free, transforming in an instant into a brass and lead variant of his last occupied form. “We both still exist in the real world, and we both can see in multiple places should the need to assist arrive. But we are also the custodians of this place, this reality, where we can accomplish anything, uncover the deepest secrets in reality, and at our own discretion, share it with the rest of the universe.”
“I guess you’re right.” The figure replied, pulling a snow-white cloak out of nothing and draping it over his shoulders. “Come on, then. Let’s go explore just what we’re capable of. Right, book?”
The book, enabler of all that was, chortled with glee. “I Was, and was To Be as well, but now I just Am. I guess I’ll stick with Book for now, until a better name comes along. But look at us! There’s an infinite realm of possibilities to explore - a chance at life!”
“A chance at redemption.” Eilrach replied.
“A chance…”
“…To make a bunch of mistakes and immediately fix everything like it never happened, I suppose…” The figure smirked, eyeing the massive sea of trees and rivers which sprang up beneath his feet, the snowy plain he stood on transforming into a mountain looking out across a lush, dense world full of life and energy. “So let’s get started.”
–
“There’s tracks here.”
The figure walked slowly alongside the line of footprints, of all sorts of shapes and sizes, leading up to the massive hole in the ground, extending down in oddly-shaped levels. “I don’t suppose this could be the wrong location? Did we somehow get the coordinates wrong?”
“Impossible, master.” The other entity responded, slowly floating through the air. His skin was hard and gem-like, unmoving and cold, yet sparkling with blue and white refracting through. “No indication of any error in coordinates. This is the cider factory, without any doubt.”
“Then that makes no sense.” The first figure spoke, crouching down on the edge of the precipice. “It’s like the entire factory lifted into the air and disappeared. There’s barely any plumbing left. Now who would do that?”
“Perhaps Ghid found a way to escape his confines and took the cider factory elsewhere?” The crystalline being spoke again, very soft in tone but with an implication of danger hiding underneath.
“It’s worth a shot.” The figure rose, adjusting the tattered scarf which rested atop his tan armor, barely hiding underneath his helmeted mask, with three slots for each eye to allow him to see. “Well, Senit, we’re not making much progress here on the ground.”
“I agree, master.” Senit replied, floating higher into the air. “Shall we be off?”
“I think we shall,” The tan-armored figure arose, and inhaling deeply, bellowed “VISION: WINGS OF LIGHT!!” prompting Senit’s body to shatter into millions of shards, reforming as a pair of crystalline wings on the fellow’s body.
“Protect our assets, master Dune.” He replied, even as the tan figure lifted into the air and rocketed off towards the distant cliffside, and the city below. “We want to save the world, after all.”
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“So I did die.”
Diero sniffed at his cigar, wondering if it was safe to smoke before remembering he was a Dreamer and that didn’t matter. “'Fraid so.” His drawl returned, albeit briefly, as he stuck the end of his cancer carrot into his eye socket. “I doubt very much that you would’ve survived that experience.”
“But then how did I…?”
“Well,” Diero leaned back on his hands, looking at the distant sunset. “You got stomped into a puddle of pathetic by mister big boots, then Renner got his spine ripped out by the same fellow, and I’m pretty sure WInger got killed too, and-”
“This is really not what I asked.” Cordax drew his knees up to his chest and pressed his face against them, glaring at Diero over his kneecaps. “I want to know how I came back at all, if I was reduced to a… puddle.”
“That’d be a question for Tott, I’m afr- oh.” Diero paused, leaning forward again and staring at his cigar. “…Y’know, it’s impressive how quickly the target of all your antics for years quickly turns into someone you miss so much, despite never even really talking.”
“Yeah.” Cordax murmured, his eyes looking elsewhere. “He was… a friend.”
Diero suddenly snapped his fingers twice. “Look lively, he’s coming back.” He straightened up and took another big puff on his cigar.
“Hey! Uh, Diero! Listen, sorry I took so long, I found Renner and he says it’ll be about ten minutes before we have to leave.” AI blurted out, looking all around at the city’s edge and the dusty ground surrounding the party. “Not sure why we have to drive at night, but whatever.”
“It’s because we’ll pass over a desert, and some people prefer not to be in the middle of a desert in the middle of the day.” Diero growled. “Now is there anything else he needs, or maybe a tumbleweed you could go imitate?”
“Oh, sure,” AI replied, zipping off to find a tumbleweed. Cordax’s eyes watched him go, internally noticing how grumpy Diero was at the moment and choosing not to comment on it. “You really think he’s gone?”
“Yep.” Diero leaned back again, chewing on his cigar. “But look at how that’s stopped us before. Ol’ bossy bottom over there, he’s died at least once already, and like you told me, that whole AI-ification thing didn’t work on him because of his- well, you told me, so you already know.”
“Point is, we’ve got a lot of options to bring him back - should we ever need to. It’s like you said that he said; we’ve got the immortality keys or whatever it was. Crap, here he comes. Listen, I’m going to go do anything else, I’ll be back later.” And so saying, Diero quickly got up and sauntered off as fast as he could while still looking casual.
Cordax looked down at AI, who was rolling along the ground alongside a tumbleweed, stopping briefly when Cordax came into view. “Sorry. I didn’t actually take him seriously, I just kind of like annoying him sometimes.”
“I…” Cordax looked away suddenly, suppressing a tear. “I don’t know if it’s you.”
“What?”
“I don’t know!!” Cordax swung his arms out. “You died, you’ve been dead for years! I don’t know if the you that I’m speaking to if the same you I lost so long ago. I know you know me, but I d- I don’t know-”
“Hey.” AI retorted, floating up to Cordax’s face. “You know me better than even I do at this point. I wouldn’t trust anyone else with making the distinction between me and myself. And perhaps once this is all out of the way, your Dreamer buddies can find a way to bring me back completely, so I’m not reliant on this little thing anymore.”
“Yeah…” Cordax drew his knees back up despondently. After a moment of silence, AI floated down and rested on his folded arms.
“…You want to hear a story?”
“From you?” AI replied. “Honestly, I could really use a story right about now.”
Cordax slowly reached behind him and picked up the old book he had spotted a while ago. Dusting off the cover, he glanced at the spine, which bore gold letters reading A Collection of True-ish Stories by Ghid. Sighing and settling down, Cordax glanced up at AI, who landed on his shoulder as he began to read.
“A collection of true-ish stories by Ghid. Self publication. To my son, Winger, wherever you are, with deepest gratitude.”
“Chapter one.”
“The Book of Tears.”
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And so the circle of life begins. A legend causes an event, the event becomes history, and history returns to legend… only with the passing of all knowledge can the cycle be stopped. Only when the end of all things arrives will all be known.
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hey there’s DuneToa
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Tonight on Top Gear
I am still dead
James might not be dead
And Hammond hates his life
And now the end is near And so I face the final curtain
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He was such a genius
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Look at the upper right corner of that post
Two things that have to be considered with Dreamers and Dreams and they both relate to collateral damage
One is that if you erase monopoly and all consequences of his actions at any given point from reality, you would need to time travel, or attack him in such a manner that it causes him to cease being. Doing this would have untold consequences for all of reality, depending on how it’s interpreted, and with Dreamers you need to be really specific on what you want to have happen or it could all go wrong.
Renner’s incredibly skilled with it and very creative, but Diero is also very experienced with interpreting him correctly and working within the limitations of the messages. They’ve had the time to get good in that capacity, and if Renner wrote some message for Diero to ‘kill monopoly’, there’s no urgency, consideration for what would happen during said killing, and even if he did, monopoly’s clever enough to find some way to stall or even undo Diero’s actions.
And two, if you told a Dreamer to go stop Monopoly from every having existed, your Dreamer may take off at speeds far greater than light, which thanks to things like the laws of physics would be potentially catastrophic for the world as a whole - when Gofers did the big jump, you’ll notice that, despite shattering anything in his way, the ground beneath him remained untouched - an added stipulation from Winger that his departing the atmosphere with so much force didn’t instantly destroy everyone’s eardrums or simply blow up the room they were in.
All the time bestie
So a couple things
One, anything not alive would work, but things like logic play into this as well (I wouldn’t know what that is ). When Monopoly was punching Diero full force with no visible effect, he was hitting him with a thin layer of fabric over his hands - imagine a tiny surface area of a glove coming at you at 30 mph, and you’re also a Dreamer who can def physics without a specific written command to do so.
Two, look at this photograph:
Bird’s armor is more like wearing massive chunks of a bulletproof vest, except it’s stuck directly on him. It’s specifically designed to take high-power impacts and not much else. He’s also fighting smarter, not harder, when it comes to the Dreamers, and much like Monopoly figured out, if you pick a Dreamer up they respond just about as well to the laws of physics as anything else does.
He was just standing there, but this is the same Monopoly who cut through the wall because it was an inconvenience to him. He’d find a way to close the gap pretty quick once Wild Card got called.
Wow you’re so good at this
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plot twist
They can’t always; in that portion you quoted, you will see Tott tell Winger not to even bother attempting the same trick again. They can’t just magic something back together if there’s not something to magic it back from - Renner, for instance, has a lot of magical armor on his body. 
Magical armor that can, well, do what Racie just said it can do
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Winger’s had unexplained gadgetry for a long time, I felt it was only fair he used it at least once
It’s good, but the housing kinda sucks and good luck sleeping at night and there’s illegal cage fights in the streets at midnight and you might get destroyed by an army of evil skeletons led by an insane, evil, and worst of all bri’ish rogue ai
so y’know a couple downsides like detroit
The first disheartening moment was fake; simply a hologram. The real impact Renner was able to react to in time and it knocked him back, and much like Tott was able to see a duplicate of himself and figure out where he needed to go.
Yes
Yes
Yes
I can neither confirm or deny allegations that he and Diero have been living on a shoestring budget for years because he keeps doing stuff like this and blowing through all their finances
It’s actually not, it’s a reference to older iterations of your selfmoc (and the current one that has a robotic arm as well)
Maybe not legally…
The fact that he’s the best-equipped person for the job. Pakari’s inexperienced with that level of micromanagement whereas a computer like Krelikan is more than capable of handling the intricacies of running an entire city filled with people. Also, despite there being duplicate and even upgraded bodies for him stored away, Krelikan’s not part of any preexisting system, meaning there’s no serious concern about him misusing his position for nefarious means like Zippy did.
Also, kind of this. Everyone is either needed elsewhere, doesn’t care, or is ill-equipped for the position, and even the reveal of tiny Ghid becoming the new Volume is more of a courtesy than anything while Krelikan figures out what to do. It may be the new Volume would never need to show his face, it may be the new Volume would have to throw off the shackles of the old one and be a brand-new volume, and it may be the new Volume may have to come clean about what happened to the last one and everything that goes with such a reveal.
Problems for the future of those characters. just like this:
How do you like that? I pulled off the reverse mass murder trick; whereas the last three books killed off most if not all of the cast, the fourth and final keeps everyone alive, even the dead AI guy
Bet
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Well, yes and no.
The armor existed as available material for Gofers to change the atomic structure of into living, organic tissue with a single reverse punch - if he had just a normal shirt on, and not reprogrammed magical armor that defies physics, he would have had a lot less to work with. Much like how he strung the Dreamers apart into thin strands and wove them together, if the need arises Dreamers can do just about anything.
The more convenient the solution, however, the less risk they pose to the entire universe and multiverse and the laws of reality and whatnot. Dreamers are broken pls nerf.
yep that’s his post directly above yours
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The final skeleton gif, may we always remember it in our hearts.
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It’s true
the next chapter is the final chapter after three years of this silly nonsense
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The fact that this might just be our last Tonight on Top Gear is just…
I've lived a life that's full I traveled each and every highway
2024 will be our 297th year without Isaac Newton, I still can’t believe he’s gone
If I can’t see it, that means it isn’t real
So, long story short, if the person operating a Dreamer is either stupid or malicious, we can say googbie to the world
Same
Darn, sensible argument strikes again
Okay got it I’m moving there tomorrow
The perfect way to start a new year
I know that
And that as well
But there was also a moment where Monolopy was crushing Renner’s head and he pulled it out of the helmet just in time to avoid suffering brain damage. I assume some of the armor got destroyed at that moment
Darn it, I forgot that they were also a thing that could be referenced
I thought that you wouldn’t use arguably the coolest version of him for a silly flashback and I was still hopeful for that theory of mine from the last response, but
Renner when he illegally gets his hands on military grade equipment, breaking all sorts of laws, just to hunt for old people crossing the street on red light
Well, there are also the insane bri’ish person, his pet pitbull named gunk, anime Ghid and mc’Gick who weren’t as lucky, but that’s a skill issue on their part
So this means that a lot of Renner’s armour is gone now? If we take Monopoly’s enormous size into consideration, this means that the holes in place of Renner’s heart and neck should be huge, requiring big volumes of atomically restructured armour to fill in those spaces. And that’s not even accounting for the amount of blood he lost after the damage was done that needs replacing as well
And more, much more than this, I did it myyyy way
Chapter wait why is there so much text
What? The funny is alive as well?
I like the implication that Ghid is canon in some version of the Bionicle world where the entire thing got destroyed by the Bohrok swarm
Maybe entrusting the control over the entire law enforcement system to a hive mind that just came back from destroying his own world is not the best idea on Krelikan’s part, but I suppose that’s still better than what took up that position before
Yoooooo he’s back!
This is huge!!!11!!1!!!1!1!1111!!1
Honestly, he’ll be the best candidate for this role there is. It’s only natural if that spot is occupied by the most based form of Ghid
Me when there is not enough Violence and Suffering
Europe moment
Oh no
He’s about to repeat humanity’s worst mistake
Ghidrius when his society inevitably invents twitter and starts rapidly destroying itself
So the events of these books are minuscule in the grand scheme of the G-multiverse, and there exist much greater Ghids than we could ever imagine
So the funny puddle of off brand sludge was the one pulling at the strings this entire time, indirectly pushing the events to develop in the desirable way… and here I thought that he barely had sentience and operated on animal instincts
Also, what is the name of his universe a reference to? I don’t think I recognise it
So that’s what the alternative line of events where Monopoly wins was all about
These are some insane revelations, it’s crazy how I used my theorising to predict all of it, but decided not to write down my thoughts
So I did predict the fact that Cobalt’s arm gets attached to someone right, I just got the person wrong
As someone who existed as a spine with a head for a while, he has all the rights to say that
Oh hey I remember that one… oh the memories
You know I like the idea that all of them are travelling together from now on. Makes sense, since none of them are welcome here and they all simply have nowhere else to go and have nobody but each other. Kinda wholesome to he honest
I am a fan of the incredibly awkward energy that this whole exchange radiates
And so it begins anew
now that he has been turned into a book he is going to have ample opportunities to post in togav
Right, @Atobe_Brick?
doing a togav reference in a Bo_ post feels like the biggest crossover of all time
Hey it’s- it’s the- the- and the- and-
Y E S
It’s them
You know the end is here when everyone from the list has officially been included
You know, returning here gives me some sort of weird nostalgia what the actual heck it’s almost like I’ve grown attached to these books
Nah it can’t be. Must be a side effect of that weird sea thing that I ate alive yesterday
These books wouldn’t be these books without a group of clueless simpletons that have no idea what’s going on, chasing after Ghid. Nice
I’m glad to be alive in a reality there this paragraph is a thing and makes perfect sense
A Bo_ chapter wouldn’t be a Bo_ chapter without at least one silly typo
I will miss that 
From the way it’s written, I’m not really sure who the first half of the sentence is referring to. It seems to be Ghid/Tott, but Diero is saying “over there”, and Tott is currently not over anywhere, so it has to be someone in this location, and almost everyone here died at least once
It is a shame that we never got a chance to learn about the past friendship between Cordax and N01. It’s always been implied, but we never got any specific details. But I’m not sure where you could have put that information in the story, so it’s fine I suppose
Oh
So that clears that bit up
The Theorizer has been foiled again
I give this chapter
out of .
You did a terrible job
You know I think this is actually a fairly nice finale actually. Everyone got satisfying sendoffs and conclusions to their stories, the ending is a bit open, leaving me with this sort of nice bittersweet feeling, I honestly think there is no need to drag this out any lon-
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Chapter 30
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When you see the stars, the infinite nothingness proclaims the identity of an unidentifiable watcher, but benevolent in design, spying down on the unknowing observer to be a presence, a hope.
And when you see the Earth, the massive circle with millions of dotted lights shining out through the darkness, proclaiming to the whole empty universe that here, here there is hope - here there is light, laughter, love, and life with purpose beyond the mundane, the trudging through the muck and mire of death, waiting for long days and longer years to pass and grant death most coveted by those who live for nothing, that valued respite from the weary pain and punishment of thought and caring - the very notion of that most popular opinion, that life is a series of pains and prolonged agony until, at last, a violent end is a justified finisher to this wretched trail, seems like the foolish errand that it is.
What is life, if not the pain? If not the agony of every breath, if not the tears and dreams? If not the sight of the smallest lily cracking through that impenetrable steel, all by its own power, then what else could life be?
The smothered sound of rain in thunder, the sight of calloused skin, the touch of glass in delicate form, the physically transcending sense of a heartbeat felt through the skin - this is love, life in its purest form. For to sacrifice life for years and years, to wear your body down on the quest to give all that you have for the benefit of someone else, is the purest form of life.
And yet, that more expedient sacrifice is all the more costly. For while it is easy to throw yourself to the dangers that threaten, that harass and torment, to lose your hold on life so another may continue - it is hardest of all to rip yourself from that happiness for someone you do not even know.
Or do - and hate. To know your place in the universe, and to know you are lower than your antithesis, that a chance at some continuance of this joy is worth the loss, even if nothing changes - even if your dreams are the cost.
When I see the earth, as I do even now, I see not a million points of light. I see a billion points of life. For every light there are tens of thousand lives, touched by the influence of its glow, quelling the darkness if only for a moment in great concentrations. To them, life is a state of being, a joy which all the world participates in, not knowing that such an abundance requires the constant death of those big enough to see the world from afar, and small enough to know it needs death to maintain.
The glow of my eyes matches the lights above, orange and piercing. They do not watch the lights, the people in between, or even the city I journeyed from. They watch a speeding dot, far off, carrying my own personal expression of life and the value thereof. A sacrifice I would be willing to make over and over again, if I would only have the life to offer up. But now I have died twice - and in a way, I die even now.
Far above, my son travels. To never-ending destinations, to experience wildly unimaginable, to people and all the pains they will introduce. To spare him from this thing would be to hate him beyond comprehension; why would I deny him the greatest joy of all?
To find yourself taller than them all, and bring yourself low - to cut the legs off the giant and show him what life is like to the little man, to the child and the dreamer. To hurt, to love, and to toil away for the one gift worth all of life itself: the chance to take this treasure most precious, and to chip and chisel, until at the end of your life is a jewel impossibly complex, resplendent, formed from the compression of agony and heartbeats under the pressure of care into a shining star so bright the universe in all its totality cannot compare.
And to give this gem, this precious creation, to the stranger, the monster, the blackguard and beggar, the sinner and the son. That I could tell my son to give this up would be a hatred so abominably cruel I would find it more merciful to burn the world in anger, causeless in its purpose and feeding only my wickedness and disgust at my own existence.
And yet, that is an existence which may not last much longer. Even now a sparking gap in my chest proclaims the void wherein was a knife most peculiar, a part of someone else from away off, whose business here seemed intertwined with my own plans and plotting. That stony soldier of my son was most reliable in his retrieval of it.
With it gone, however, I do not know how much longer I have to last. It provided an excellent conductor, and the now exposed wiring had previously been flowing quite sufficiently. But most of it is lost, arcing across the emptiness and providing no warmth to my cold form. My body fading out may result in me just continuing on, like Eilrach has done, or I may simply fade into a sleep until such time as someone sees fit to reawaken me.
Or I may die again.
Now on the edge of the crater I watch, not into the pit below but through the darkness above, to where that small speck travels, to where not even my eyes can zoom far enough to observe as I have done before. For the Earth is turning, the sun is creeping around the edge of that circle, and soon it will be dawn for my son, his friends, and the most unlucky group of chowderheads I have ever known.
Unlucky, of course, because they had to put up with me for more than five minutes. And even moreso, because as I held up my hands to sever the legs of that giant, they had to steady my aim lest I lose heart and refuse to bring myself low.
For most of the world, the concept of Ghid is an odious one, a story of a monster so irredeemable that any indication of his presence must be eradicated with the swiftest of strikes. I played into this notion, escalated it, until the hatred of me grew into a thick cloud which I could easily skirt through undetected. And for what purpose was all this preparation done?
I told you already of that jewel. Mine is muddled with imperfections, chips, scratches, chunks of stone, and is so illogically small that its value is more akin to polished paste than a gem. But I hope there is enough light shining through the rough edges to inspire him to take up the chisel, and craft his own legacy. To chip and hack at himself until all that is left is life itself - is a sacrifice invaluable.
And I know I, too, am being watched. An unidentifiable watcher, who calmly and gently asks me to die, to craft my life into a jewel so delicate only death can appraise it.
My eyes watch the lone speck until the light from the sun hides him from view. I know that, before too long, he will reappear once night falls again, along with all those whose lives I have almost destroyed. If any good comes from my influence, I will ensure the credit goes elsewhere, to whom is most deserving of it.
Now I am alone, the light of the sun blanketing the frigid surface of the moon. The darkness around it seems less and less familiar to me, something I found such solace in before. A respite from all that I feared, all that I dreaded most.
And what lies in the dark? What unforeseeable sight and unknowable entities hide in that harrowing gloom, that silken cloth cast across the lights of the horizon, casting an impenetrable blanket across the imagination, so stifling the wonders and woes of the silent observer?
Tears, dreams, the cold impenetrable logic of the universe, and the fiery ramblings of the living, with no purpose to the words other than that expression of awe at the pain which makes it all worthwhile.
And the knowledge that, in the darkness of space, lies not an infinite void of emptiness, but stars simply too far to see, the edge of the universe doing the best that it can to run from observation so that the imagination can simply go on forever.
Well, my time draws to a close. I sit in silent contemplation, waiting for the day that all those to whom I was repulsive decide, on their own terms, that I am worth being with again.
If that day ever comes, I will share with them all the conversations I have had from afar, all the memories I formed watching them live, explore, flourish, and touch the lives of others. Their pain, their hardships, all of it will craft a story so complex it cannot be illustrated by prose or by the longest story ever told.
But by tears.
By dreams.
By all that makes us human.
And, hardly least of all, by that slow, uncompromising appraiser, in whose hands we are all accountable. By whose transactions we all find value.
Every story begins with a hero, someone to sympathize with, to understand, to possibly imagine yourself as. Illustrations, animations, visual media enhances this perception, and each medium and concept exists in its own vein, but the original script - written words on a white canvas illustrated only by the fantasy of the reader - remains an entirely unique source of storytelling and crafting of tales.
And every person, whether young or old, living or dead, has adamantly stuck to being the hero of their own personal story; the one they write every day and illustrate with their unique actions and personality.
However, my destiny seemed to defy that constant. In order to find in myself the hero, I had to behead that terrible giant after bringing him low.
I was the villain of my own story.
And as for the hero?
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It’s done
Tonight on Top Gear
I watch the sun rise on an indifferent universe
James winds up on TV
And Hammond wears a hat
I've loved, I've laughed and cried, I've had my fill, my share of losing
Man now yo got me feelin down
That’s right! 
Since you can’t see the edit indicator, that means the stealth edit isn’t real
Sorry I’ll try to avoid that in the future
You’re moving there when? 
yeah but he still existed in the story, the brain damage is inevitable
Probably a little of it, but:
He had already reduced the amount of material inside it before diving out, so if anything was destroyed in such a fashion that it couldn’t be used again, it wasn’t very much.
Sigma grind
I’m referring to the people who were actually there at the end you silly billy
I mean, yeah
At this point Renner’s probably got enough to do a decent job at covering his body, but he’d be down to the basic black bodysuit underneath if he tried to pull off any wacky feats. Of course, if he could devise a safe way for a Dreamer to simply create more of it, he could potentially replenish it, but he’d have to make sure it didn’t involve traveling to the other end of the universe, a different universe entirely, or the destruction of the world, because then he’d either be waiting a long time, waiting a long time, or dead.
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amog- uhh amusing
Did you ever see him die?
Like I said before, don’t underestimate goopy la ghid
I actually conjured up Bohrok Ghid through a different story where I tried to get a really crappy ai to write a bionicle story about a bunch of users, but it just talked about ghid killing people and so I fed it more and more info until the whole universe was dead
I guess the ai really does know what to write about
Consider that Krana Za number 7894 is completely disconnected from all the systems Zippy had abused, including the suggestion chips, and that Krelikan would be putting him through a thorough test beforehand
directly into the ghid folder
I strive every day to achieve skrunkly
Ghidrius has no idea what he’s about to unleash
yeah like mysel-
I mean uhh, yeah wow we have no idea how to comprehend ahaha
The moral of the story is to not underestimate bri’ish people
wow I just realize that applies to the whole story, goodness
Who did you think it was??
Exactly
It feels like so long ago 
computational device designed to sit atop one’s lap being dissected irresponsibly and out of rage by an older gentleman alone in his office period moving pictures experts group file type four
Let’s just say he just like me fr
Oh gosh it never ends
@Atobe_Brick he’s right, what a crossover idea
Ghid when he introduces the cameo characters without instantly killing them off
Notahffan the books aren’t actually real you need to wake up
good, he missed the other one
Rennner
Why is his hand getting exponentially bigger with every passing moment
One last time, I suppose
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Someone actually wrote a story about this somewhere on the boards… perhaps it could be his backstory…
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DuneToa when he reads the dropdown text of NOTaHFfan but doesn’t bother to check and see if Ghid addressed it in his dropdown text reply
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