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(i know i said that post would be the last one but) (bonus points to anybody who finds the secret without any sort of hints)

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The Grandest Finale of them All

Across the universe, they had waited. Some for a year or two, and others for millenniums on end. But finally, the countless links in the web received the signal to warm up for use. What were they? Why were they there? What function would they serve?

At their core, they were a vastly stronger version of the device known as the Time-Drive; A mechanism that can punch a hole in space-time. These ones were strong enough to punch a permanent hole in them; To completely obliterate a couple of seconds in a certain area. To ERASE them, although the rest of the universe WOULD technically fill in for it afterwards. They were also a conduit, to absorb and pass on the infinite energies with which the vessel that made them would provide them with, to provide power for them to serve their intended function…

Now, the Clocks that heralded the end of all universes were immune to temporal tampering- But she had been curious. What happens if the entirety of the apocalypse just... never happened? If a vast web of Time-drives, all working in perfect harmony, erased the period of time where the apocalypse happened?... Thus, the Genesis Link was born; A network of the upgraded time-drives spread across the multiverse, covering every single corner of everything, the field of effect completely enveloping the entirety of existence. The apocalypse would simply... cease to be.

And so, as the infinite energies that the vessel generated flowed through the galaxies from link to link, providing each mechanism with more than enough energy to carry out their intended purpose, all that was left to do was to give the signal to activate them when the time was right; And that time had swiftly approached, the hands on the clocks ticking away- Soon, it was time to engage.

And with a signal sent instantaneously all across the web from the Vessel’s transmitters, it does just that- All in sync, they fulfill their function.

If one was to view this event from an outside perspective, were it even possible to do so, and bear witness to the timeline, it would be as if the end simply ceased to exist- And time doesn’t quite know what to do, unfortunately. Without a scheduled end, the many individual streams that make up the timeline flow freely, blossoming out into a vast network of split ends- Time doesn’t shatter. But it doesn’t quite continue, either.

So what happens?... Well. Nobody really knows, except for Mare. And she proceeds to shut herself down. For the first time in her life, she’s completely satisfied.

What a glorious feeling, it is.

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Ah, here it was. All around the vessel, a massive mechanism pops into existence- A gigantic pair of clocks, infinitely complex, each with countless hands- And all of them just about to align on 12. She smiles- This was what she was waiting for. Soon, it’d be time to activate the Genesis Link. Soon, she could finally finish her life, having done everything she could have ever dreamed of wanting to do... It almost made her giddy just thinking about it. Ah, the satisfaction! The many links in the web tingled with power- Soon, they’d see their use. Very soon indeed...

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Hyper: Haha. If a god is not allowed to judge then who is? Regardless, yes I admit I misunderstood you. And alright, in this case then I have nothing against it. You see I'm not stubborn unless I need to be. It's as simple as that. Now then, good day Mare.

“Very well. In that case, I’ll get back to waiting, then. You have a good day too- Or, well, what’s left of it, anyways. Not much more of it left to spend now…”

She turns back to the endless void outside of the vessel… Any moment now. Though it did seem to be taking longer than usual. Perhaps the clocks were running a bit late?…

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Do what you must. I'm interested to see how this goes.

“As am I. I’m quite excited for it, really… For once, I have absolutely no idea what’s in store for me afterwards. Usually I have a general idea- But not this time.”

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Hyper: *chuckles darkly* So you're ready to ruin life itself to fulfill your pathetic selfish desire, just because your own life is about to end? Hmhmhmhm~ Are you doing this because your end for you seems bitter and you'd like to make others taste it...? Peuh, if this is true then you disgust me.

“No, quite the opposite. I could continue living for as long as I wished; You see, if I truly wanted to preserve myself, I could do so- Let the universe reset and preserve myself in suspended animation, as it were. Be there for the start of a NEW universe after the old one ends. I just don’t, because I have no desire to continue living. I’ve done quite literally everything I want to do. Except for this.”

“That, and I’ve quite enjoyed my life over the countless years. It isn’t bitter at all- I’m simply doing this because I’m curious what happens. So if you’d kindly stop judging me just because you can’t comprehend the fact that I’m not a massive bitch and actually LISTEN to what I’m saying, perhaps you’d be able to understand.”

“Not that I expect you to. I’m well aware that you’re hopelessly stubborn. Treat me with disdain if you must, try and thwart me if you need to- Just be aware that none of it will get you anywhere. Alright?”

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Hyper: Trying to prevent the end of the universe? Fool. Now you're one that would actually piss off my brother, and that's saying something since he does not get angry easily, not at all. The universe truly have a meaning, a beauty because it has an end. So does life, so does everything in this existence. I may be an eternal being, but even I know that my eternal beauty is just fade compared to the short but intense colors of life!

She laughs- Oh, she had almost forgotten how silly and self-righteous other people could be.

“Ah… Hyper, isn’t it? Yes, I do seem to remember you dying earlier this millenium. Some grand, climactic battle or the like. Were it not for time being out of whack as it is right now, why- You wouldn’t exist.”

“But I’m not trying to stop the end- I’m merely trying to see what would happen if it never happened. If the universe was allowed to decay further instead of being brought to an end… I want to see what happens when the end never comes.”

“It’s the last thing I want to do before my OWN end.”

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will you die if you do this?

They reset their vocal processor, and the glitches that previously plagued their voice go away.

“If I fail, the universe is doomed to apocalypse- But if I succeed?... Well, I must admit that I don’t know. I’m attempting to prevent the natural end of the universe. Not even I can calculate what happens after that.”

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"̱̰̣ͅI̵̜̫̯ ̣͖̬su̼̙̳̮͔͉pp̡̙o̶͔̳̰͎ͅse̜͇͉̹ ͡I ̢s̥̼̣̟͡h͓̖̜͓̖̭͚͡o͏̝̟͓͎̼͙͚u̴͍͈̣̼̖ͅl̸̫͈͖̱̪d͉̗̹̬̮ ̝̝̯̤̰̹b̫̮͉͞ę̩̠͉͚̮̲̲ g̷͖̰ḽ̜a̵͎̗̥̻̤̤d͉͎̘̺ ̻̭̟͟ͅt̞̤͔́h̳͓͍ạ̙t̰̝̖͔ ͇̲̣n̥̫͎̰̠̝ͅo͓̙͍̙̖̼b̼̩͎̲̞̻òd͈y̹͖̲͢'̷̮̳̘̺s̬ ͏͕͈̲ͅc̶̣̞͉͍̗ͅo̮̫̖͎̥̻me̺͉̮͉ ̤̖̳t̠̯̲͇̮̫͢o̜ ̤̺̲̻̼͈̲͠b͏̗̻̣̦̦͖ͅo̶th̪̬̘̹̣͉e͍͇̱͉ͅr m̲̞͕̦̳e̠̤̯̝͞ͅ ͟r̨̩̭̣̲i̶̗̣̦̖ͅg̪̦̪̫̳͜ḫ̶̰͓͙̘̫͎t҉͍͔̖̰̱͍͍ ̭n͇̻o̧͚w̰͖͓̦̝.̸͖̜͔̯ͅͅ"͏͙̰̜̲ ̮̲̦̺̼̗͕̀ ̰̻̥͖͚̩͜"͉͎͇̙̤B̙̠͘u̳͕t̙̲͙̖͈̲̕ ͚a̱̻̺̜̪̜̬t͇̜ ̥͟ͅt̳̠̮̠̙̝̣͢h҉̰͕̮̯e̖̼̖̻͟ ̬͍͠s̡͕̬a̮͉̲̗͍͚͎̕m̡͎͓ͅe͏ ̭t͔̩̖̜͙̘i̷̺̙m̦̟͓̝̲͕e̵̦͍̮̱͔͚͎,̻͕ ͓̻͠I͠ ̟͙̰̝͜ḫon͘ẹ̰́ṣ̶͖̫̼͙͙ț̫̗̙̖͉l͏y̜͍͙ e͍̮̣͢x̟̟p͓̗̜̟͚̮e͕͙̙̘̯̰̭͘c̬͇̪̥̕t̡ed̦́ ͙̣̖͖̥a͜ṱ͞ ̢̦̭̮̘̙͕l͔͓̼͉͙̞̝̀è͍̥͉̙a̗͚͔̟͖s̗̬̼t̫͈ ̗̱̻͇̼̥̱͠o̶̝̰n̷̜̞e̹̺͘ ̴̣̟̰p̧͖̺̘ͅe̩͉rs͔̤oṋ̺̫̭̮͇ ̗̣͇ͅfr̭͓̜̙̳̕o̭̠̪̮̪m͓ ̥̮m̛̘̥ͅy ͍͚̯̝p͕̣̟͈͇a͉s͍͝t͇̭͍ ̦̠́t̝̝̙̯̝̫̺o̖ ̨͎tr̘̜̗͍y̵ ̜͔͡a̡̗͇̫͇̮̻n̨͉d̰ ̩͓̹̥͍̭u̬̞̮̪̠̳͘n͇̪̰̱̩͕̹d͍͍͚̖̜͙͝ͅe̺͍r̸̙̬̪̺̜̰st͓̞a̖̟̫͙͕̮̱͠n̴͓d̩͚̮̳ ̰̹w͇̜̹̼̭h̰͍̥̦͉̫̣a҉̰͖̤t ̵͇̹I'v̵̦̤e͙̙̦̻ ḇ̫̮ḛ̸͎͔͎͙͙͇e͉̮͖̱͍̫n͙ ̳͓̪̣̗̦̥u̵̹̹͖͎̠̪͙p̶̬̞ ͕̰̻͓͈t̗̟̙o̳͓̬̫͜ ͓̦̺͉͓̤̟f̜͓̠̤̬̕o̢̹͈̯r̩̱͈̠̭̬͕ ̵̬̫̲̟ͅt̞͔͍̤ͅh̪̖̬e͉̝͎̼̖̦̮ ̢p̻̳a̼̟͝s͈̥t̮̲͙̫̠̙͡ 1̮́0̤̦͉̘̤̣0̷̞̲̘̙͕,͏͚̤0̺̦̲0̬0̘͚̻͚ ͏̣͎y̪͚̼e̯̖̥̫̝͘a̦͕͞r͎̪̼̼͍ș̛̜̮̺̺̱̺ ̺or͜ ̬s͡o̺̻̦̼̰.̻͖.̘̖̮.̠̲̰̫̹̞"̳̟̫̪̝̣̹ ̫̙̥̞̥͎ ̤̝̼͚̲"̱̮H̙͉̘̻̮m̥̙̠̝͖m̶̝.̘͇̗̮̤͎ͅ ̯̫͉̠̭̕ͅͅW̬̘͈̤ę̪̦͕̺̭̦l̡̤͙͈l,̠̭̥̲̬̩ ̖̖̬̞̤͈͞w̗͇̯̤͍̲̯h̪̟̗a̹̗͔͖ţẹ̘̩̮͚̥v̛̜̱e͉̖̖̣̖̝̙ŕ͕͙͇̲̻.̷̮̫̙̩̦"̥̠̙͚̜͠

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"̺̖̹̬͖͍͕͘T̮̗̹i̶̲̩̙̻͈̣͎c̵̜̣̯̱ḱ̯̙͉̞͈ ͏̟t̗o̪̘̠c̣̦̙k̛͈͎̲̭͕̼,̠̱̘̗̗͚ ̯̼͈̯̫̘t͎̮i͇͇͔̯c̟̲̱͈̹k̥̜̞͟ ͓͓̻t̖͉̖͖͘o̬͔̰̼c̶̘̩͖̮̘̼k̨,̯̜͝ ̀g̳̬͈o̶ ͇̼̣ţ̦͙̜h̼̟̳͖͇̩̟e͎̻͓̜̭ ̢͔̫͚̟̻c͉l͏̬o̖͎̞̩̺͈̙c̹̦͉͎͕͈̳k̷̭̼s̬̤͉͇͙̗,҉̻ ͓̲do̺͢o͇̪̯m̦̯̕s̖̜͚͍̟͍̻d̝̬̼͉͈a̫̖̣͈y͍͙ ͓͟t̛̫͔̘͍̝̬̤he̫̥̗̙̙ͅy̩̞̪̙͙̙ ̺̜̟p̭͓̩o̩r̷t͇͚͍̯̗͓̱̀e̹̘̫̜͉n̹̰d̫.͇͍̦̤̦.̡̗̪̱.̶̼̻͍͎͕"̵͎̠̭͓ ͎̩̭ ̧̣̦̥̬̪̤"̬͈͜S͓͔͎̬͢o̝̤̤̙͚o̟̳̯ͅn͚͈̣̺͎̻̼ ̴͚͔t̖̯͔͉̳̞h̪̲̯͜e͉̬̠̕y͞'͔̮͚̣l̵̗̥͎l̪̼̬̻͕̬͝ ̴̣̥r҉͉̞̺̖̙i͉͓͚n҉̲̤̠̩g̠̭̬̠͙̘ ͎f̖̦o̪͕r̷̯̖̖̤̘̮̗ ̥̥̰͞r͡a̼g̟n̻͉̲͉̗͙̞a҉̻r̠̦͉͚o͚̙͓͎k̖,͇̙̠͓́ ̞s̕o͉͉̜̯̜̼͞o̞͓n҉̤ ̯̹͠t̗̲̣̺̗h̡̜͍̻̠e͚̯̦͡y҉͈̗'̨̳͖̳̖͉̝͖l̢̮̞͈l̝̠̳͉̯͞ ̵b͔̻̙̬̕ͅr͎͕i̺̲̠̘͚̰n͙̬g͈̙̝ͅ t̸̯͙h͚̲̹̩̟͝e ̖̜͔̙ͅe̯̹̺̤n̝̻̦̞̞d̝̜̜̝͉̫ͅ.̻̭͈̤̺.̯̻̺̰̰̥.͈̙̦̮ͅ"͜ ̯͎͓̰͔ ͞"̢S̫͓̘p̲̺̬e̞̼̥ṉ̸̦̞̙͚d̼̩̗̫ y̗̙̘̖o̼̼̜̪̟u̧̙͉̭̥r ̴͈̱̝ͅt͉im҉e̵̹̟ ̞̩̟̝̀wi̗͉͕̻̬t̩͕̠̰h̶̠͕̫͍̝̦ͅ ̺̦̙̠̭f͎̺̺̺̠͠a̝̤̪̟̕mi̮̬̝̫͉̪l͏̫̜y͘,̼̰̦̱̳͙͇̀ ̗̳͙͉s̟͖̦̼̪ͅͅp̴̠͈̰͚͙e̯̞̻͖̯̬͚n͓̕d͝ ͇͈̀i̷ṯ̖ ͚w͉͚̗͈̺i̼̼̘̪̲͍ͅt͏͇h̫̠̜ a̦͖͇͚̭̳ ̫̫̠̤͔͔f͏r͏͔̟̭̥͔ͅì̳̙͚͓̻͔e̝͙̦͇͕̥n͘d͓.̴͈̩̞̹̻͔̺.̪̹̘̲̦̗̣͠.̣"͈̪̮̱͙̮ ͕̼͇̣̙̞̳ ̣̼̪̜͇"͚̗͚̕M̷̮͎̭ͅa̡̱̖̙ḱ̖͔̗e͖͓̘̟̮̥ ̴͓̣s̝͇̙̼͔̠ụ̷̺͓͔̦̘r̞e͍̙̩̯̰ ̜̝̳̗͙y̛̖͖̱̞o̠̹u̯̗̯͓̩̕ ̲̣̜̘̹́ṷ̫s̪̠͉̪͕e͜ ̤̘i͔͉͉͡t̩̬̙͇̳̗͚ ̴̳w̦̖̹͙͇i̢s̥̼̞͜e҉̭̘̠̲͚̮l͉̲y̛̮͉̠̬̤,҉͈̗̰͈̰͖̪ ̶̠̮̥̗̺f̜̯o̻̖̤͍̟͚r͜ ̡̯̲̣̙̦̮͙t͚̙̙̜͖̝ͅh͓͓̞͞ẹ̡͓̥̺̭r̻͓̞̝e̬'̤͚̫͇̳͜ṣ̶͕͉̳̺̠̳ n̟͎̝͈͕ot̮͙̺̠͎ ̫̹͢m̝̩͓̤̻̻̗u̖͙͇̜c͟ḫ͟ ͉̼͈͚̼̳͉m̫o̹̩̩̪̖̬͠r̪͓͚̰e͓̰ ͚̟͙͙͍̳͘t҉͚o̤ ̣͕̯̖̦s̨͔͖͕p̷̘͖̬e̸̹̪̣͖͉͙͓n̛̬͚̹̮̪̼̙d̶͇̙̜̞͓̠̥.͢"̜̟̥ ̗̫̙̩͍̺̲͡ ͠"͓̫͇͠I͚̫͕̝͞ ͠d̝̺̞͙ǫ̣̩̜̠n̵̞'̳̣͈͔t̗͍̻͈̗͜ ̗͔̯ͅm̨̟̩e̞̮ạ̪n̢͙͍̜̻̪͚̬ ̥͟t̵͎̹̩̠o̟̤̞̗ ̮̠͔̻b̢̖ḙ͓͈̫̙ ͕̟̱̞̫͇ͅr҉̬̫̪͇͖̹ͅu̪͟d̻͈̙̖̙̳ḙ̙̩͚,̙̭̯ ͖̖̤̖̜̗Į̟̠͇̞͔̻ ͍̕d̼̲̭̻̦͍ͅo̦͚̻n̗̬͕͎̻͕͡ͅ'̨͖͚t̳̮ ̠̤͎͉͔̖m̻̹̻e̜a̻̻̦̜͢n̘̞̪ t͔̳͙͓̝̣̝ò̗͙̱̫ͅ ̯̤͎̬̦̙̖͟c̴͙̤̳͉̺͙̗o̫̟ṇ͎̟̥̠d̪͇̯̥͎̳͟ͅe͖̱̩s͎̲̭ce͏͔̝͚ṉ̵̘d̫.̼̠͚ͅ.̬͔͇̝̝̘.͇̯̜̟̳̪̲͞"͔̥͍̠͍̻͡ ̛͚̪̼̱̖ ̤"̸͚̹͍̭̫̹ͅT̷͈͙h̩̖̖͜ͅͅe ͓̯͔̦̬e̖͕̮̥n̻͓͈̭̠̩̱d̞̲̟̳͘ ̨̯̯͖̺ḓ̛̳̫̥͉r͘a̡͕w̞͉̱͘s͏ n̠͇̖͕ea̯͓͖̖̹̼͠ͅr̤͔̺̟ ̖̱rḛ̯̻̫͟g̦̣̼̦͚̬̀a̪͉̥͢ͅͅr̢͈ͅd̖̪͇̞͟ͅͅl̩̞̤̼e̯̻͔̪͖̮̺s͇̥s̨̭̗̝̰̥, ̥̤̜͖ͅơ̯̯̱n҉̫̬̯ ̤͚̹̠t̮̼͕͇h̜̖a̜ṯ̭̤ ̺͘ỵ̴̣ou̟̞̣͉̬ ̜͍͓̺c̳̙ͅͅa̩̮̦̼n͢ ̻̩dͅͅḛ̵̭̤͚̜̱̻p̠̭̗̘͇͇e̱͉n̙͓͈͕̥͠ͅḍ.͍̗̞̻͘"͎̜̘͙ ̢̬̜̪̜ ͙̗̙̤̜̀"̗̟̮̻͉̮̥͜T̜̮̤̣͖he̮̞̩̹̩̝̤r̷̮̹̲̭̙͈̱e̱̦͍̦̻̦͙͞'̛̝̙s ṇ̨̤o̜͍̗͝ ̨̱̱̻̗͔m̛̥̜̤̦ͅo̰̰̗r̢̪e̫̼̫̖̖͚ͅ ̫̯̱p̭̻̟͜o̝̟̳i̴̳̭̳̟͎̦n̲̝̩ț̩̙̫ ̙̠i̩̦͇̠̖ͅn̯̘̰͓̮ͅ ̠c̙̝͓̠o̯̖̼̪ṉ̡͍̩̭͓f͚̞͇ļi̻̣̼̘̘ͅć͈̩̠͕͉t̳͉̬͓̭͖̞͘,̪͎̯̙̼ ̮͙̬͚̭͜a̖̼̺͕̤̯p̧̟̘̼͍̞o̗̣̙͚̫c҉̻̰̯̜̳̮̙a͈̝̥̖̺̠͠l̝̺̲y̭̤̳͔̮̞̖p͇̩s̶̹̗e̢̪̣̝̺͎̼̬ ̠͇̟̬͚͞i̪̼̠̗̜̖̕m̮̬̰̼p̵͕̰̝e̼̮͔n̝͙̮̞̭͞d̝͙͖͝s̱̲̝͚̼̖̜.͓̦̲̳̲͠.̻̱."͎͉̘̻̖̤ ̣͎̻͖͇ ̛"͕̯̻B̠͔̰̘̻̖͟ͅu͎̮͖t͇̱͉̥͇ ̘̣̻̦̠̮̰͘ṯ̭̲͕̪h̟́e̝͘r̟̲̠̞̯ę̜̪̺͉͉ͅ'̻̣̘͕̳̺̻͡s͏̦̫͈̗ ̪̖̼͕͎͈a̹̫͔̪͈ ̭̺͖̘̺̹̻w̘͝a̶̰ͅy͓͝ ̵̪̫̮͎͉t̤̖̭̩̩̣o̷̳͖͖̹̦ͅ ̳̘͡s͙̱̳͢k̢̠̥i͎͕͓͕̥̲͢p̹̟̼̟͈̝͢ ̺̘̠̲͚͙i̟̯̳t͍͇̤̞̮̼̮.̨ ̱̺̮̝O̥̰͔̻͖̲f̙ ̴̖ṭ̳̖̯̹̮h̭̖̹̤͚at̛,͏̬̖ Ḭ͕͖̞̪̯̫ ̸͓̮̝͕̬̜̩çą͇̹n̵͉͔̜ ̵̲͚͔̝c̤̤͜o̙̯̖n̴̥̞̳̹̘ͅt̯̪̜͈͙̳͜e̝̗͇̱n̵̝̱̜̮d̖͇͡.̥͚"̴̲͚̣̬̬̥̖

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When the connection is severed will the master be vulnerable? Let’s find out

"̸̳̱̩̖A̱̝̥̟ś̭̟͉̱ ̤̥̥s͔̱̱̱o̝̜̯̫̼͖̹o̟͟n̝̣̫͎̥ ̪͕̣̼͉̲͟a̰̯s͓̺̖͉̩͍̪̕ ̣͔̻̫̞͠I̜ ͉̫̦m̦̲͈̫̠̘a̲̖͕̙̯͚ke̘̗̝ ̱̹̝̣̺̳͖͢m̦̖̜͇̣̀y̮͜ ̥̞pr̳ͅȩ̝̩̞̜s̛̩̫e҉n͏̗̞̮c͙̤̫͢e̢̘̟ ̳k̼͇͔ͅn̼̥o͕̭̠w̬̣̲͞n̷̩,̮͓͉͓͔̙̭ ̺y͉̦͍̳̫͞o̳͙̲̦u͉̹͎̖ c̹͖̭̩r͖̗͔̺̩e̲a̺̗̟͡t̢̝̲͓̝u͔̖r͙̫̲ḛ̖̻̮͍͕̞s͍̗͙̞̹ ̱̲̫͚̕c̯̱̲̭̝͓͙o͢m̮̗̱̟̖͈e̳ b̨͎̖̱̞a͎c͖k̵̖̮̞.̗̭̗̙͙̪̀"̰̰̱̞̥̻̩̗͓"̥̱̹͈̹͘N҉̮̞̤͙͚͈o͈̖̖͍̝͠t̹̘͞ ̖t̵͓̬̜̬h̛a̶̠̙͙̦̝̗ͅt͕ ̖͇̭͕I̶̥͇͉̼̥͙̜'͎̭m̸̘̞ ̨͔̘̹s̹͕̥úr̜p͍̳̻̝̼͔͉r͡i̸s̤͖̺͎e̸̟̰d͍̗."̲̗̖҉̫̲̫̳̟͇̦̥͘"̤̫̞̮͖͈̠͝D̶̘̝ó̦n͍̜̟'͖̘͎̠͎̗̹t̪ ̢̖̼͕̞̤̫̘b̜̜̥̼̞o̷͚̰͓t̀h̜͖̭͈͕e̷͉͓̣ͅr̘͚͙͙ ҉̭̖ͅͅt҉̠̳̘̬̬r͔ý̹̪͔̗̙̯i͇̥̜̰n̶g̥̟̼ ̫̦͔̀t͎͍̜̀o̰̤̪̬̤̳ͅ ͕̥s̳̦̯͚͚̭͠a͓̳b̲o̸͈ͅt̺̫̮̦͡ͅa̷̦̟̻͔g̫̥̘̥͎͉͕e̹̘ ͇̯̰̭̮̝͢a̩̪̻n͍̗ͅy̩͇̬̖ṭ̛̦ḩ͓͔̤͍̻ͅi̝̺̥͞n̺̯̜̰̪͍̯g͎̳̬̻͇̳̯̀.̤ ̢̘͔ͅÍ̫͈̱̝͍t͈̟̠͉́ ҉̟̙̦̩̝̼w̷̝̰̝͔̹̩o̪͍͎͙̙͎̭n̬'͏̖͕t͇͢ ͍̞̟̣g̢e̬͓̣̙̘̣t͉͕̮̱ ̢͕̦͖͓͓̤ỵ̰o͏͔̭̖̫ͅṵ̳͎͉̮͉ ̮̺͚̯̹͝a̢̬̞̲͎n̥̟̮̯̞̲̱͢y̥̘̲w̷̼͚͍̦ͅh̦̰̣ér͓̺̠̲̠̜̥e̞̰̬̙̮͈̗,̳̝͎̞͖ ͜I̶̟̩̖ ̬̘a̹͉̰̲̥͙s̨s̻̙͖̲͉͞ṷ̝͕r̜e̷͇̲̣͔̺̜ͅ ̻͍̞̻̲͔͟y̶̭͕̥oụ̣͕̯͉̮ͅ.̳͙"̰̘̣̺̪̯̰̹"̮̱N͖̼̱̣̥̩̪oṯ̸͍̬ ̻͙̝͘e҉v̡e̦̜͜n͜ ̮̙̫̫͕̩y̧̙o̧̼ụ̱̙͚̩̪̦͟r̶̫͚̙͖ ̯̮̙͉͓͙͞m͈a̹̗g͈̯ic̹̥ ͓̤̮͓͕͚c̴̳̼̟̠̱̩̙o̬̣̥͖u̶̲̣̠̭̪̘l̨d͖̪ ͠s̠̲̠͇͘t̞͙o̸̖̖͔͙p̫̫̜ w̞̲̠͍̟ẖ͇̱̹͚̤̩a̪̼̙t͇͉̗͚̬'̷̩̟s͍͔͈̞̲ ̵ḁ̟b̳̟̼͠o͏̬͇̞͎̺̼̹ṵ̳̤͟ț̼̦͕̻͔ ̨̼̙̜̲̮̩̬t̡o̰̯̼ͅ ̺̦̞h̻a̖̯̠̺̩̗p͙p̢e̙͙͔͖̠n̩̻.̢̰͇͙̜̰̟̭"̥

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The Grand Finale

It is a generally accepted fact that in space, sound is unable to travel due to the lack of matter to carry the vibrations necessary; A rather curious property of the blackened void in between celestial bodies, among many, many others. As such, even though a vessel as ridiculously large as the capital ship that's just now exiting hyperspace would probably displace enough air all at once to cause a concussive wave strong enough to crack a planet, as it was bigger than one itself, it happened to do so in what is quite literally the middle of nowhere- A nearly infinite empty zone of space named the Great Abyss- and as such, no sound was made to indicate its transition back to sublight speeds. It had traveled across most of the known multiverse over the millennia; Constantly journeying, hopping from galaxy to galaxy- While it was still near the start of its impossibly long journey, a few 'empires' whose territory it passed through tried to attack it, to bring it down- No matter how much firepower they brought to bear, no matter what weaponry they used, it did nothing against the mysterious and massive vessel's beautiful, meticulously crafted hull. Most just gave up on trying to bring it down, and let it carry on its way- Those who didn't were never heard from again, struck down in an instant by the unimaginably strong weaponry the vessel possessed. Nobody had ever seen anything like it. Many a civilization has at least one rumor about this mysterious capital ship; They range from it being the instrument of god, to a relic from ancient civilization, to an other-dimensional object- The theories run rampant, for nobody has been able to prove anything outside of the fact that it exists, it refuses to respond to any sort of communication, and it never visits the same place twice... So, what could possibly have made such a vessel? What manner of creature is at the helm? The universe knew not.

The vessel came to a stop in a very specific place; One that had been calculated with absolute precision time and time again, constantly updated with new data- It had to be, otherwise the entire journey would have been pointless. A strange object phased into existence behind the vessel, in the precisely calculated spot previously- The best description of its function is a conduit, one link in a web that spanned the entirety of the multiverse. It locked into place, frozen in stasis until the time came- And with that, the web was complete. Finally, at long last, the vessel's travels were finished... There was only one thing left to do that still remained. It waited- It had all the time in the universe... It knew it wouldn't have to wait very long. It knew what was about to happen. In fact, this event had been destined to happen since before the dawn of time...

While it was waiting, titanic paradox drives within the vessel wound up and went to full capacity; Unimaginable amounts of power flowed through them- The energies built and built until they very nearly couldn't be contained by any force in or out of the multiverse. But this vessel contained them nonetheless. It had to- It was built to. And it would not- Could not- fail. A large display on the bridge updated itself, as it was intended to, displaying a couple words.

[ genesis link online ]

The one who built this vessel had been considered a villain by many, once. Many, many, MANY millennia ago. Almost too long to remember. The rest of the universe had certainly forgotten by now- Then again, most of the ones who WOULD remember were still at a much earlier point in their timeline, and by the time they reached this point in the temporal progression, they’d be long gone. They’d fade away into nothing millenia before now... But time was on its last legs right now. Rifts were everywhere- It was close to collapse through completely natural means. While they’d be amused if somebody they knew forever ago was able to reach them now, they wouldn’t be surprised. Things had a way of just happening that way for the strangest reasons...

"̜͚̞ͅN͝o̶̗̥̬̳t̻̟͎͕͡ ͚͚̺̞m̹̼̫͍͡u͔̹͍̻̞̜͚c̪͉͉͓̻͍͞h͈̥ ̖̣̯͕ḻo̭̹̹͎̣n͇͈̫̻͜g̳͍e̮̣r̢͙̗̖̣͖ ̕n̜͙͖̥͠o̶̮̪w͜.̯̫"̜̠͚̙̠ ̨̪̼̳̟ ͎̱͕̟͈̜̹͝"̖̫͙̭.̥.̛̣.̬̬"͙̦́ ͚̭̤͓̟̳͍́ ̸̣͙͚͉"̶͕Ì ̛͎̣̟̼̲̳̩s̸̠͙̙̥̯̪̥u̶p͕͍̀p̕o̬̖͙͠s҉̘̘̟͔ẹ͎͔̰̯ ͎̮̫I̶ ̺̦͎͉̦͟h̡̪ͅḁ̩̻͙̞̤̜v̥͘��̠̣̯̠̳e͏ ̰͈̺̙̩̲̟͠a͓̣̦̠̭ ͍̦͔̹͎͈l̲͙̦͠i̼̙t̲t̩̮̰̫͟ĺ̮̞̠̮̜ͅe҉̲̩̠͍̪̖ ̣̱̫̪͇ḇi̢̙̮̱̘̣̗t͍̹̰͟ ̻̪́o̻̩f͕͈̣ͅ ͚̮̠̫͍̲̕t̀i̫m̯̼͕e̻͈̼̞͖̬͈͜ ̥̠̳̝̖t̝͖͔̰o̯̯ ̠͜k̷͍i̝̺̞̱̪̫͞l͕͓̤̺l̘͙.̯̞̲ͅ"̴̮̩̣̳ ̮̲̝͜ ͍̺"̷͇͙͕̗M͓̻͙̱u͍̗̼̕ͅh͈͔u͏̘̤̞͖h̥͔e̷̤͕h̻͜e͕̼h̨̳̠̼e̘̕ͅh͍̣̼̤̟̹̺͠-̧̞͚̱ ͔̮̝̝̤͠Ą̗̙̞ͅh̭̭̺̣͔̪͞,͖̜̲ ͇i̤̺̰̣̪̩ṭ̳̠͢'̨̱͓͖̩̬͍̞s̪͙͉̬̗ ͓͍̗̝̩̮͞th͕͎̘̭̻e ̝͍̱͍̼͈͝ḻ͕̙̠i̲̠̙̟͓̬t͎̼̘͢t̝͙̟͜l͕̻̯̗̼͟e͎̘̗̰ ̭̟j̡̠̜͕̣ͅo̮͍k̟̩͖̗͢ͅe͈͢s̹͟ ҉̺̮̩̻̪t̻̟̹h̜͙̗̩a̬͚t͙͡ ̧̜̜͖̳a̶̙͖ṟ̡̗͍̤̯̩͕e̥̯ ̳͎̞̠t̷̤̖̗̯̥h̹̩e̖ ̱͈͍̣̣b̷͇̲̥̤̙e͖͚̥̮̫s̵͖ț̢̤͈͈̘̭.̞̜̭͝.̨͓.̸̰"̝͈̫̺̮̳̼

(THE INBOX IS NOW OPEN, IF ONLY FOR A LITTLE BIT.)

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wocxdid replied to your post: I dededemand you become more active. People here...

stap it

s o o n .

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"̲̪̠͈I̸͎͇̭t͉͎͇̤͔̦'̺͔͙͉̮̮́s̨͙̪͕̬ ̬̩͉̹̫ͅb̡͙͎̥̣̼̤ͅè̦̟̠e̠̹n͖ ̦a͚̮̮̮͚̥̼ ͔̳͙͉̯̤͝ͅl͈̳̳̘͉̥̜̕o̸̭n̝͢g̨̞̥̙̹̯̳ ̤̩̭̰ͅt̰̯im̮͈̜͇e,̶ ̭h͎͇̘͚̲̰͡a̶̩̬̤̗͍̹̱s͓̞͞ń̘̥̟ͅ'͎̤͠ṯ̦̻͓͚ ̪̠̭̹i̝̲̫̫t͈͈͔̩͜ͅ?̬̖̼͜"̲̜̺

"̥A͈̖̱̱r̞͉̙̪͢e̺͍̞ ͎̺̜̬̮͙͕̀y̗̥̦ò͓u̫ ̸̙̜r҉̘̩e͚̯̹a͇̝dỵ̣̗̭̩͙,̥̀ m̥͚̣͕y͓͖͇̫̼ l̷̟̥̣̺̖o͙̪v̜̘e̥̗͇̥͉̟?̪̪̻ͅ"҉̺̤̗̼͇̖ͅ

"̟̰͈͞I͍͎̳̭͕̰ͅt̝'̨̠͍̜̖s͘ ̘̪̝͡a̞̺̹̼ͅl̹̖̣̺̯̲͍͠m̟͎͜o̼͖̰̩̩͚̝s͉͘t̫ ̦̤̩̣͎̗̫͝t҉̗ͅì̟̥̠m̼͈e͉͎͖͉̮͇̯ ̻͙̤͉͈f̶̭̼ơ̻̻̜̖̳r͙͇̞̺̞ ̨̰͓̩̖̣̠t̯̫̮h̩̗͚̫́e̲̦ ͘g̤͎̰̜̕r̺͙̻̯̮a̤̬n̰̫͍͡d̶̟ ̱̤̟̮̳̀ͅf̮͓͇̞͝i̞̭̰ńa̬̩̯̝̺l̥̥͞ͅe͈͍.͕͓̹̞̩̘"̬̝̰͎̰̩̫

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Soon? Dafuq does soon mean? How soon? What's going on? And why NOW, of all times? What even HAPPENED to you?

Soon, greyfaced one

All will be revealed in due time

Patience

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I dededemand you become more active. People here want to see more of your content.

Soon, dear anon.Soon.

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soon.

soon.

soon.