[Nexus] The Wall III: Wall Harder

[Lord Magtok]

Go walk through Westside with a "GOD HATES BATS" t-shirt and permanent marker all over your biggest veins and arteries.

[OrchestraHc]

Go to an abandoned hospital and call the ghosts a bunch of whiners.

XoXo Blondie

[The Bushranger]

Hey, that was Irene, not Cal.

I've heard the memory is the second thing to go. I can't remember what the first thing was.

[Lord Magtok]

Cal was inside of Irene. You never bothered to look until it was too late. Still counts.


Speaking of counting, ask Watchtower how many apocalypses have had more done to stop them by their entire organization, as opposed to being bested by myself or some hideously insane version of Reinholdt. And then tell them you're a Slaaneshi demon genie cultist.

[Morty]

I'm sure your contributions, accidental as they were, partially offset the fact that at least one apocalypse would never have happened had you not cloned blood rain from a previous one.

[Reinholdt]

To be fair, me and Magtok both stopped that one.

Also to be fair, next person to bring it up gets shot in the leg.

There's a little red bead by the wall next to this, moving just a little bit. Like a laser dot!

[ThirdEmperor]

Also occupying this section of the wall; A small herd of alley cats trying to catch the shiny-fun red dot.

[Aric Kale]

)(posting for singingnoodle again)(

"Now, the same television screen flickers off for a few minutes, only static audible. It soon turns back on automatically, a new tape playing. It's the same figure on the chair, however, due to the better lighting, it is evident now that the figure is not at all a halfling, contrary to public opinion. His legs are visible, and his left leg is metal, with copper wiring and various incomplete machinery sticking out of it. The leg goes up to the knee, and his dark gray pin-striped pants have been cut to fully reveal the leg. Any flesh visible is bandaged up. Much like one would used to see a leper's bandaged in older times..."

"The gloved hands are visible still, clacking, except one of them has taken off, revealing an incomplete prosthetic hand, only four fingers fully complete, the thumb still missing...copper wiring sticks out the thumb's socket. The face is not visible, but the clicking voice is still heard. Calm and serene, like a winter spring through a mechanical voice box. The dripping sounds are still heard, and the electric hum is replaced by an anvil in the background, softly beaten in rhythm. However, there is no light visible, and the sound is echoing, so it must be coming from a chamber outside this one."

"The figure speaks out. "Ah...You mistake me for that worm? That insect? Stepped on by humanity, and destroyed. Marciano Louv're is gone. Trapped in his own glass tower, clones destroyed testing drugs that grant the body outrageous functions...superior strength, superior mind, superior....anything. The drugs failed. I was on his team of scientists...When the drill was attacked and destroyed, I ran. I decided to bring down people like him. Louv're remains in his tower, assaulted by forces...it is only a matter of time before he is torn apart by his own overconfidence, neglect, and stupidity. He craved power, I just want freedom. I am E. E am I."

"Bad to say about you? Not really. I was only pointing out the more public...individuals. While I know you exist, and know a great deal about all of you...the public does not. Nearly everyone who lives in Inside knows who Magtok, Dipsnig, and Ilpholin Xar'Cha are. They are....infamous. Only the older citizens know of "Commander" Vyrn.....one of the greatest evils....the one who would have enslaved the Nexus. The old commander of REMNANT....Of course...he was replaced after the Revolution....Not so much as replaced but...destroyed? Cast out? Thus REMNANT was born...yet the corruption stayed..."

"One again, Master Dipsnig, I am not Marciano....he is dead, or soon to be. Your quarrel with him is very different, than the one with mine. Marciano, has already crawled under one such rock, sitting in his tower...waiting to die. You finished him, The Nexus chewed him and spit him out. His own fault. I worked for him due to needing a job for a while...I quit after the realization of what the Spirit Engine could do hit me. The fool was building his own grave. Proof? Of your crookedness? Well, what about the shady contracts you take, you know what skeletons lie in your own contract log surely...like Mr. Aceford, you hired a contract from a madman....almost killed an inkeeper, and burnt down his inn. At least your hirelings did...In fact, I believe you once even hired Louv're?"

"Master Magtok, urban legends do not tear someones wife away, not to mention a wife with child to slaughter her. I have eyes all over the Nexus. MURDER, led by the Operative. Yes, I believe there was a video a while back of him killing another? A guild of assassins, in your own city! Taking a man's wife away in the night...to slaughter like a sheep. AMEN? Not on the council? Hah...keep your secrets Master Magtok...I know them all. Your friends, so easily bought...Your downfall will be your own failure to secure friends that won't stab you in the back...You know of what I speak. Use your time wisely, you won't have clones forever..."

"I am E. E am I. Nexus, I am your savior. Soon the corrupt authority will fall."

[Lost_Deep]

FYI no one is paying attention anymore.

P.S. You might want to check regularly to see if anyone's salvaged the TV.

[OrchestraHc]

If I may clear the air on that NO contract. The contract was apparently to bring Marty to Remnant. It was for iffy reasons, but they didn't know that.

It turns out the toad had a second backer and intended to double-deal the NO mercenaries. They found out and turned on him pretty quickly.

Also, the inn was in no danger of burning down. I weather, scry, and fire-proofed the building.

[Devixer]

A spear has been jammed into the wall beneath the television. Beneath it is a note in red paint:

Warning shot.

[The Bushranger]

'Warning shots' should be direct hits.

Pour encourager les autres.

[Morty]

If I may clear the air on that NO contract. The contract was apparently to bring Marty to Remnant. It was for iffy reasons, but they didn't know that.

It turns out the toad had a second backer and intended to double-deal the NO mercenaries. They found out and turned on him pretty quickly.

Also, the inn was in no danger of burning down. I weather, scry, and fire-proofed the building.

Thanks, but it's better to leave him be with his delusions. He's funnier that way.

[Asha'man]

A poster is plastered on a part of the wall. It is noticeably new. On it are words seemingly written in haste.

To whosoever reads this, I implore to all the goodness in your heart. An error as has been made on our part and an object that doesn't belong in the world of worlds has made its way there. Our sources say that the said object is now in the hands of tall, raven haired youth. The object is dangerous to the youth as whether he knows it or not. The object must be destroyed for the safety of all. To whoever wishes to bravely accept this task, head to [King's Blood Plains] in the place you call outside.

The words speak of urgent need yet offers no reward with a risk. Truly only a good aligned person would do this task.

[Darkcomet]

I'm not going to transcribe how much I laughed upon reading those claims against me. After all, I did that quite some time ago. But now, so long after the original claims were made, I feel the need to provide a history lesson to counter this...lunacy.

Firstly, my title was 'Emperor' originally, and Remnant is not the organization's original name. It was an Empire, forged from anarchy by military might, and under it, standards of living improved across the charts-except if you were a rebel or criminal, which naturally suffered. Otherwise?

I banned the very slavery you claim that I sought to create.

I was deposed and replaced by my highest generals for growing too paranoid and focused on my own security, not because of any revolution, and the disappearance of the greater Empire is a mystery to this day-there was no revolution. Merely a mass disappearance, and yet when AMEN came to try to topple it, the remains of the Empire held, and became Remnant.

Remnant no longer perpetuates the Empire's more harsh policies, and it still endures. In spite of all disagreement I may have with it, in that, I am proud.

This little history lesson is over.

-Vyrn Altaran

[Hattish Thing]

The game is afoot, E.

[OrchestraHc]

The game smells.

XoXo Blondie

[FireFox]

How about a nice game of chess?

1. e4

[Earl of Purple]

How about a nice game of chess?

1. e4

.pihselttab ym knas uoY

[OrchestraHc]

Triple word score!

[Devixer]

You landed on Boardwalk and I've got a hotel.

[The Bushranger]

A most curious game.
The only winning move is not to play.

[Reinholdt]

You just lost The Game.

[Hattish Thing]

How about a nice game of chess?

1. e4

Ask Magtok how chess went. E.

[Lord Magtok]

You mailed me a bomb in the shape of a chess piece and it exploded and killed me.

Jerk.

[OrchestraHc]

I guess you should

CHECK

your mail more carefully.

XoXo Blondie

[Reinholdt]

You should file a complaint about how rank the service is.

[ThePhantom]

Try to make sure no one shares a name.

[The Bushranger]

Well, upawn my word.

[Lord Magtok]

Hilarious. Just let me know when you guys kick the bucket, so I can carve puns into your tombstones, kay?

So E, what the hell was the point of exploding me, anyways? Seriously, what did that even accomplish? The human supremacists at least had the decency to let us know why they harpooned me. You, you just left some nonsensical and cryptic note about me losing valuable pawns, and then you cause shrapnel to tear through my eyes and into my brain. You didn't even give me time to send you back a reply via your brainless hologram minion guy. Rude.