Deathdrop,
Yautja,
14 years ago
Depressed by the deaths of the palm trees, I retreat back to my castle in the 3 ½ dimension, where I sulk for a bit in my throne room before discovering several parts of my previous bodies fused together into a Frankenstein-like cyborg amalgamation.
It reminds me a bit of the future overlord version of me I met at the beginning of the thread. Suddenly, the weirdo aliens who did the experiment with the Cerberubi appear.
I first met them during the ritual of Z'GG-GKthlUIr'kkc-TA, where they promised me that they would repair the 4th wall I have so recklessly destroyed if I helped them.
“We have arrived from the Dyson Shell, Deathdrop. These are our new bodies, created in the Old Way, by being consumed and freed. This is your new body, created in OUR way. The time has come.”
My spirit form merges with the new body, transforming me into a freaky cyborg dude.
“Look, Deathdrop. See the threads of our plan.”
My new brain dials in to a random radio station of Earth, and is treated to the horrific sounds of the new ‘We Are the World.’ It changes the channel, only to hear the crisp crack of a pig’s anus.
When I switch to the news, all I hear are the extra dead organisms being cleaned up as the Grim Reaper recovers, or the dead pot dealer found beneath the Jersey Turnpike. All the resulting hatred and bitterness from these events gathers in the astral plane, causing the Zeitgeist to become overly negative.
This displeases The Fish-Whore (ruler of the universe, FYI) who dispatches The Hedgehogs who control the afterlife to appoint a guardian of Earth to prevent the chaos from increasing.
They will grant this office to whoever can solve the crisis on Earth. Realizing I’ve left the Moon parked in Scotland, I teleport there and order the Bunnyblob to begin excreting it’s digestive juices so my bacteria apes can use their abilities to convert it into fuel for the Moon’s zappy engines.
With a full zappy engine, we place ourselves back into orbit around the Earth, where we can get a better view of the astral plane.
My army of telepathic zombie penguins begins using their psychic powers to funnel the negative energies out of Earth’s population, using it to power the speakers of the Dinosaur power metal bands’ instruments.
Using their epic power metal anthems, they awaken Lart, (he’s the result of a one night stand between light and dark) whose rise kills every single evil person on Earth, resulting in world peace. For accomplishing all this, the Hedgehogs grant me God-like powers.
Meanwhile, Heck and Hell destroy one another, leaving no place for all the evil dead people to go. I convert the 3 ½ dimension into a new afterlife and move my castle to the moon.
My Ninja Jellyfish agree to separate the new afterlife into sections (hades-style) so that the evil can be punished while the followers of the Cult of The Boomerang (started in secret by me in the last thread) go to their eternal reward.
But I don’t have a God complex. Seriously.
With my 9-breasted Raptor wife by my side, I use my new powers to magically acquire the Skull. Next, I’m going to work on getting her a new body. She’s got a great personality and all, but fucking a dinosaur is still pretty nasty, regardless of how many tits they have.
MY SKULL!!!