MPC-31 Endings and Beginnings//The End is Nigh (Bits Please)
May 31, 2016 23:55:54 GMT
Post by Gallatin on May 31, 2016 23:55:54 GMT
The end of the world is coming… wait what? Oh, nvm. It happened yesterday apparently. So much for Gallatin to even try to stop it; for when he had come back from the digital world on the eve of XX, he found a husk of his former home.
“Wha… what happened here?” Gallatin spoke aloud, unsure if anyone was even alive to hear him. He stood at top of a toppled building where he had been deposited by a digi port. Around him the land was in shambles. The city was completely destroyed and void of all life. The sky was seemingly split into 2 as a continuous stream of black, winged creatures poured from it and eclipsed the sun.
Not wasting any time, Gallatin digivolved into his champion form before flying at full speed towards his house. It took a while to locate the residential district of Shibuya, due to everything looking the same in its destroyed rubble and burning ruins; but when he finally did, Gallatin whished that he hadn’t at all.
He landed on the street in front of the address where his family’s home should have been, but there was nothing but a collapsed shell of its former stature. “Oh my god.” His eyes widened at the collapsed building. All reason abandoning him, Gallatin rushed forward towards the remains and began frantically digging through it with his bare hands; every moment tossing pieces of rubble to the sides in hopes that there would be some hope of his family’s survival. This continued on for several moments, until his hands were profusely bleeding and covered in cuts and black soot. Finally, Gallatin tore apart a large section of metal to find the sickening sight of a human skull, half melted skin and hairs still clinging onto the charred bone.
Overcome with tears and nausea Gallatin began vomiting then and there, not halting until his stomach had been completely emptied of its contents and his energy was spent. In his distraught state, a piece of Gallatin snapped. There was no point to going on, the world had ended, everyone was dead, and he would be soon…
Behind the keeled over Gallatin, one of the black creatures that had been streaming from the rip in the sky landed behind him with a sickening crunch as concrete and rubble shattered beneath its huge weight. The creature sniffed at the air, as if it could smell the live meat nearby, before its face snapped into the direction of Gallatin. It licked its large black snout covered in dried carrion, before lumbering closer and closer to him. It grew closer and closer with each passing second, Gallatin either not caring for his own life or simply hadn’t noticed.
As the creature was practically on top of Gallatin’s hunched figure, it paused in confusion when he suddenly stood up. Without so much as glancing in the creature’s direction, a flash of light blinded it before the boy’s form was replaced with that of an armored black and green beast, Geroumon. It stuck out its arm, palm pointing directly at the head of the confused beast; and before it could so much as growl, it was no more.
A beam shot out of a digital pentagram that appeared in the Geroumon’s hand, disintegrating the head of the black creature and ending its life in a moment. The Geroumon transformed back into Gallatin, but something was different than before. Where the trail of tears on Gallatin’s face had once complemented his despaired face, it was now accompanied by a psychotic grin and gleeful eyes; eyes that were completely black and pupil-less.
“Well this is a surprise!” The changed Gallatin gleefully responded before staring at his hands and appendages with newfound awe. “I would have never thought you would finally give control over to me. It’s about time you gave up the hero act and finally realized that my nature is our true nature.” His grin only widened with his words; the words of not Gallatin any more, but his dark counter-part that had finally gained control after so long, ShadowGallatin.
“Now let’s see what I should do now. Hmm.” ShadowGallatin placed a finger on his mouth while tilting his head in a thoughtful manner. It was just like the old saying, if a dog ever caught a car, it wouldn’t even know what to do with it! Nevertheless, after a few minutes of pondering, ShadowGallatin came to a decision on what his first actions would be considering the current state of the world. “I got it!” He said while pounding his fist Into his upturned palm. “Since the world’s already gone to shit and all the strong people are obviously dead, I’ll just take over myself. Yeah, that’ll be great!”
It was then that the true end of the world began for the remaining survivors of the earth. Over the course of the next few years, ShadowGallatin began the process of remaking the world in his image. During the first month, he spent his time destroying the black creatures that had originally flung the world into chaos while also gaining the trust of the surviving humans. Then in the next month, BAM! He went full on tyrant.
After utilizing some of the black monsters he had tamed, ShadowGallatin wiped out the remaining resistance of tamers while also subjugating the human population while simultaneously destroying all of the ports to the digital world. There would be no help coming from there. He forced the humans to erect statues in his honor while also rebuilding the cities of the world. This was a slow effort that took almost a year, but people become surprisingly efficient when unified under one ruler that could, and would, torture and kill them in “literally no time at all.”
By the time everything was said and done, ShadowGallatin sat on his throne of solid obsidian while staring down at the slaves he once called the human race. Now they were nothing more than servants to his erratic and random will. By this point in time, ShadowGallatin’s body had aged considerably; his figure was much bulkier and covered in numerous scars, including one that went over his right eye that had been blinded by a revolting human scum. Bags lied under his eyes due to his lack of sleep, but sleep was a weakness rulers should never show.
At the moment, ShadowGallatin was listening to the current report of the economy while being fed grapes by some servant and fanned by another; truly the stereotypical picture of an evil emperor. As the pitiful human droned on and on about famines and uprisings, ShadowGallatin’s eyes widened due to his train of thought. He had had an epiphany… the world was boring! What was there left to do after enslaving all of the world and literally sitting on the throne of the earth with powers beyond human kind?! Nothing!
Suddenly digivolving into Geroumon and without moving from his lazy chair/throne, ShadowGallatin summoned several black digital pentagrams into the air. One by one, he killed every single living being inside of the room simply as a last huraah. Finally, after everything was dead, a final pentagram was summoned in front of his face. As it fired a blast directly into his brain, ShadowGallatin uttered one last sentence. “I wonder I could take over hell?”
Gallatin sat up in his bed, screaming as loud as he could. He looked around frantically, only to realize he was back inside of his bedroom. His sheets and clothes were drenched in sweat, the perspiration still dripping down his face. Gallatin clenched his chest while his heart beat a mile a minute to try and calm himself; the whole experience apparently having been a dream? After calming himself, Gallatin took a moment to stare out of his window at the glowing city lights and the unbroken, black night sky.
“It all seemed so real…” He murmured to himself as his eyes looked over the cityscape.
“Wha… what happened here?” Gallatin spoke aloud, unsure if anyone was even alive to hear him. He stood at top of a toppled building where he had been deposited by a digi port. Around him the land was in shambles. The city was completely destroyed and void of all life. The sky was seemingly split into 2 as a continuous stream of black, winged creatures poured from it and eclipsed the sun.
Not wasting any time, Gallatin digivolved into his champion form before flying at full speed towards his house. It took a while to locate the residential district of Shibuya, due to everything looking the same in its destroyed rubble and burning ruins; but when he finally did, Gallatin whished that he hadn’t at all.
He landed on the street in front of the address where his family’s home should have been, but there was nothing but a collapsed shell of its former stature. “Oh my god.” His eyes widened at the collapsed building. All reason abandoning him, Gallatin rushed forward towards the remains and began frantically digging through it with his bare hands; every moment tossing pieces of rubble to the sides in hopes that there would be some hope of his family’s survival. This continued on for several moments, until his hands were profusely bleeding and covered in cuts and black soot. Finally, Gallatin tore apart a large section of metal to find the sickening sight of a human skull, half melted skin and hairs still clinging onto the charred bone.
Overcome with tears and nausea Gallatin began vomiting then and there, not halting until his stomach had been completely emptied of its contents and his energy was spent. In his distraught state, a piece of Gallatin snapped. There was no point to going on, the world had ended, everyone was dead, and he would be soon…
Behind the keeled over Gallatin, one of the black creatures that had been streaming from the rip in the sky landed behind him with a sickening crunch as concrete and rubble shattered beneath its huge weight. The creature sniffed at the air, as if it could smell the live meat nearby, before its face snapped into the direction of Gallatin. It licked its large black snout covered in dried carrion, before lumbering closer and closer to him. It grew closer and closer with each passing second, Gallatin either not caring for his own life or simply hadn’t noticed.
As the creature was practically on top of Gallatin’s hunched figure, it paused in confusion when he suddenly stood up. Without so much as glancing in the creature’s direction, a flash of light blinded it before the boy’s form was replaced with that of an armored black and green beast, Geroumon. It stuck out its arm, palm pointing directly at the head of the confused beast; and before it could so much as growl, it was no more.
A beam shot out of a digital pentagram that appeared in the Geroumon’s hand, disintegrating the head of the black creature and ending its life in a moment. The Geroumon transformed back into Gallatin, but something was different than before. Where the trail of tears on Gallatin’s face had once complemented his despaired face, it was now accompanied by a psychotic grin and gleeful eyes; eyes that were completely black and pupil-less.
“Well this is a surprise!” The changed Gallatin gleefully responded before staring at his hands and appendages with newfound awe. “I would have never thought you would finally give control over to me. It’s about time you gave up the hero act and finally realized that my nature is our true nature.” His grin only widened with his words; the words of not Gallatin any more, but his dark counter-part that had finally gained control after so long, ShadowGallatin.
“Now let’s see what I should do now. Hmm.” ShadowGallatin placed a finger on his mouth while tilting his head in a thoughtful manner. It was just like the old saying, if a dog ever caught a car, it wouldn’t even know what to do with it! Nevertheless, after a few minutes of pondering, ShadowGallatin came to a decision on what his first actions would be considering the current state of the world. “I got it!” He said while pounding his fist Into his upturned palm. “Since the world’s already gone to shit and all the strong people are obviously dead, I’ll just take over myself. Yeah, that’ll be great!”
It was then that the true end of the world began for the remaining survivors of the earth. Over the course of the next few years, ShadowGallatin began the process of remaking the world in his image. During the first month, he spent his time destroying the black creatures that had originally flung the world into chaos while also gaining the trust of the surviving humans. Then in the next month, BAM! He went full on tyrant.
After utilizing some of the black monsters he had tamed, ShadowGallatin wiped out the remaining resistance of tamers while also subjugating the human population while simultaneously destroying all of the ports to the digital world. There would be no help coming from there. He forced the humans to erect statues in his honor while also rebuilding the cities of the world. This was a slow effort that took almost a year, but people become surprisingly efficient when unified under one ruler that could, and would, torture and kill them in “literally no time at all.”
By the time everything was said and done, ShadowGallatin sat on his throne of solid obsidian while staring down at the slaves he once called the human race. Now they were nothing more than servants to his erratic and random will. By this point in time, ShadowGallatin’s body had aged considerably; his figure was much bulkier and covered in numerous scars, including one that went over his right eye that had been blinded by a revolting human scum. Bags lied under his eyes due to his lack of sleep, but sleep was a weakness rulers should never show.
At the moment, ShadowGallatin was listening to the current report of the economy while being fed grapes by some servant and fanned by another; truly the stereotypical picture of an evil emperor. As the pitiful human droned on and on about famines and uprisings, ShadowGallatin’s eyes widened due to his train of thought. He had had an epiphany… the world was boring! What was there left to do after enslaving all of the world and literally sitting on the throne of the earth with powers beyond human kind?! Nothing!
Suddenly digivolving into Geroumon and without moving from his lazy chair/throne, ShadowGallatin summoned several black digital pentagrams into the air. One by one, he killed every single living being inside of the room simply as a last huraah. Finally, after everything was dead, a final pentagram was summoned in front of his face. As it fired a blast directly into his brain, ShadowGallatin uttered one last sentence. “I wonder I could take over hell?”
Gallatin sat up in his bed, screaming as loud as he could. He looked around frantically, only to realize he was back inside of his bedroom. His sheets and clothes were drenched in sweat, the perspiration still dripping down his face. Gallatin clenched his chest while his heart beat a mile a minute to try and calm himself; the whole experience apparently having been a dream? After calming himself, Gallatin took a moment to stare out of his window at the glowing city lights and the unbroken, black night sky.
“It all seemed so real…” He murmured to himself as his eyes looked over the cityscape.
