Life is turbulent for a test character.
You always have to perform at your highest level just to guarantee your continued existence outside of the Character Bin or even the nothingness that was Author Forgot Who You Were.
This wasn't true of me. For years I've existed. I was an antagonist to the Perfect Singer, That Weird Creep that led a Coup against my Father, and I was finally The Most Illustrious Dictator.
Until now. I was almost forgotten, only to be replaced dually by a Shah and a Brit.
But I broke in to the Asylum. It wasn't even that hard because the inter-contiguity barrier didn't recognize II (the fanfiction service thought it was Sollux; I never said the author had any real brains).
So, here am I, on this launcher, planning on facing the Brit Clone.
I am Jacob 'Diabo' Didas. I am a father, a husband, and a King.
And I exist.
Big Ben rippled as the Contiguity Barrier strained to deal with the inconsistency of Diabo appearing in PFF. A few Britainfections looked up from their lives, but generally, the entire thing was unnoticed by an autonomous people.
Diabo was grateful for this.
He was also grateful that the world was so new that the profiles and basic laws hadn't even been set yet; he gave himself gratuitous chi levitation and weaponization, as well as a nice fedora and a 10th Doctor-esque overcoat.
If you were going to break the accepted laws of crossovers, you might as well do it in style and with semi-original powers
Diabo looked at a map of Britainfection (Simon was daft enough to put up maps; then again, he had no real reason to worry, because most of his citizens had what was the equal to a kindergartner's mind) and discovered that Buckingham Palace was located...in the middle of the Thames.
It made no sense, but then again, this was not the place where chariots and wagons flew, or where soldiers could be made of pure light or darkness.
In theory, he could just jump across the landscape because he was a 'visitor' interested in the fanfiction value of the world. That was what it said on his licence, anyway.
Reality nodded for a bit as Diabo was flung from his place by the Big Ben to a large re-creation of Buckingham Palace on stilts in the Thames.
Blinking away the shock that would normally be impossible in Nimea, Diabo staggered forward into a Palace Drone.
"Sur Eim going to 'ave to ask you to leave," said the Drone.
Diabo didn't speak, for fear of alerting a Moderator to his existence in this world.
Instead, he sort of... forced him into the Thames with a small burst of chi.
Diabo rushed through the palace, searching for the Throne Room and purging the place of various Viruses.
It was beautiful, what you could do with reality when you were in another universe that was only partially done with it's physics manifesto/was run out of the head of an MPS Shah.
--The fight scene is for later. Yeah.--
You always have to perform at your highest level just to guarantee your continued existence outside of the Character Bin or even the nothingness that was Author Forgot Who You Were.
This wasn't true of me. For years I've existed. I was an antagonist to the Perfect Singer, That Weird Creep that led a Coup against my Father, and I was finally The Most Illustrious Dictator.
Until now. I was almost forgotten, only to be replaced dually by a Shah and a Brit.
But I broke in to the Asylum. It wasn't even that hard because the inter-contiguity barrier didn't recognize II (the fanfiction service thought it was Sollux; I never said the author had any real brains).
So, here am I, on this launcher, planning on facing the Brit Clone.
I am Jacob 'Diabo' Didas. I am a father, a husband, and a King.
And I exist.
Big Ben rippled as the Contiguity Barrier strained to deal with the inconsistency of Diabo appearing in PFF. A few Britainfections looked up from their lives, but generally, the entire thing was unnoticed by an autonomous people.
Diabo was grateful for this.
He was also grateful that the world was so new that the profiles and basic laws hadn't even been set yet; he gave himself gratuitous chi levitation and weaponization, as well as a nice fedora and a 10th Doctor-esque overcoat.
If you were going to break the accepted laws of crossovers, you might as well do it in style and with semi-original powers
Diabo looked at a map of Britainfection (Simon was daft enough to put up maps; then again, he had no real reason to worry, because most of his citizens had what was the equal to a kindergartner's mind) and discovered that Buckingham Palace was located...in the middle of the Thames.
It made no sense, but then again, this was not the place where chariots and wagons flew, or where soldiers could be made of pure light or darkness.
In theory, he could just jump across the landscape because he was a 'visitor' interested in the fanfiction value of the world. That was what it said on his licence, anyway.
Reality nodded for a bit as Diabo was flung from his place by the Big Ben to a large re-creation of Buckingham Palace on stilts in the Thames.
Blinking away the shock that would normally be impossible in Nimea, Diabo staggered forward into a Palace Drone.
"Sur Eim going to 'ave to ask you to leave," said the Drone.
Diabo didn't speak, for fear of alerting a Moderator to his existence in this world.
Instead, he sort of... forced him into the Thames with a small burst of chi.
Diabo rushed through the palace, searching for the Throne Room and purging the place of various Viruses.
It was beautiful, what you could do with reality when you were in another universe that was only partially done with it's physics manifesto/was run out of the head of an MPS Shah.
--The fight scene is for later. Yeah.--