Ask a King and Queen

[Redline]

It's no secret that my pr is full of video game references. This is more for me and creativity purposes than it is for anything else. Ask anything you want, and she and I will bicker back and forth until we have your answer.

[conflictedebola]

How do you find the patience to make such eloquent descriptions near incomprehensible to mortal men? :U

(I'm half-way through your PR, I'm sorry, I'm just enchanted by your writing style)

[Redline]

It's not patience, it's a love for the art of description. I can't show you what she looks like or the things we do, so I put in work to have you see it for yourself.

 

Chief puts in work because it makes him feel good to show me around like a show pony. It makes him feel good to know that I feel fantastic about it all.

[Quetzal the furdragon]

Excuse me sir, but do you have time to talk about our Lord and Savior, Cthulu?

[glitchthe3rd]

Where have you been lately?

[Linkzelda]

Did you see that 3D model I tried to make of your tulpa?

[Redline]

Quetzal, never. Hastur has my affections.

I would recite the chant, but we haven't remembered the damn thing in forever and an age ago.

 

Glitch, life got hard. Car accident busted my laptop screen, if I haven't already said that one here. Need a job, need to get things for my car, need time for everything.

Chief is a dirty, rotten asshole who has time only for himself and himself alone. However, I count as a part of him, hence reparations.

 

Linkzelda, I did. I really appreciate the work and care that got put into them, because they were fantastic visual aids. It made forcing that much easier.

Is my ass really that fat?

[Brassow]

I used one of your responses in the break a wish thread from a while ago (I wish my wish won't be broken. *Insert 4 paragraph response here*) to bother an annoying person in my class. I tailored it by replacing a coulple words and simply removing some. The English teacher heard it and held me in higher regard because they thought I wrote it. Your thoughts on this?

[Redline]

That's really cool. I'm glad I write well enough for people to want to use things I wrote like that. I'm honestly honored they liked it like that.

Way to stroke his ego like this, Brassy

[Brassow]

Hey look I found it!

Granted. Your wish was really useless, so the command falls to the Void and is forgotten, but your link to your words chains you to the ethereal power that it is, and you receive power unimaginable. In your sudden meteoric rise to omnipotence, you forgo all physical needs to the point that your body would atrophy, but the spirits of the planes keep you alive and sustain your body with eldritch fruits and meats that, otherwise, you would have never been allowed to know exist. Time begins to slow for you as your consciousness reached levels unbound, and you see into the past and future, your reach straining farther every day in an almost instinctual thirst for knowledge. It pushes you ever forward, locked in your own mind by your own design for what felt like years at a time, absorbing the lives and thoughts of cultures that had long since faded into obscurity under the names of others that would come after. You reach the edge of human interaction with the world, and then push farther to see the end of the world and the beginning, all at once. Almost everything superimposes until you capture the essence of Earth and The Milky Way in your gaze like a toddler staring at a marble, but knowing the possibility that lies inside every bead of air. Eventually, your gaze shifts to alternate universes, and you observe without changing the flow, becoming the first true impartial observer that the universe would ever see. Futures and pasts mesh within themselves, and you slowly pick out the pieces of the worlds and make patterns, plans for a perfect world that would lie in rest, nestled between the velvet cosmos where the stars sleep. As time presses ever onward, you notice entire millennia flow like drops of water, so your take a shard of your formulae and create newer, more...encompassing mathematiques to change the rules the extent of existence will follow. Time begins to slow again, and you watch your world with a thousand eyes all at once, scanning for problems. You find none. Your introspections last you only seconds at a time on the level that your body used to communicate on, but eons pass inside as the planes call you king, god, and soon, the concept of what the universe really is. You are no longer a creator, but a force that wills the myriadverse to second after second, meticulously pushing it around like dolls in a shadowbox. Your world continues on, along with all the others, like a molten bead of gold on a skillet rolling oil. Time stops for your body, and the new freedoms of your astral form grant you power beyond what was there before. No longer an observer, you exist in the space between seconds, living and dying and living to shape the world in your new hands. Every other world does as you do, living and dying until you renew it, like a parking meter fueled by an unknown energy that will come to be known as Brassow. Wars and peace litter them, and you care not. Your world, a world of brass and gold and copper, turns perfectly like the gear that was never touched in a clock. Nothing turns it but you, and no one will ever know it is there but you. The letters B, R, A, S, O, and W subsequently are treated as runes, glyphs, markings that call your attention like the chimes of a bell made of crystal, and each language's representation of these calls you in different tones.

 

Your stint as Brassow, force of love leads you to boredom after 52 eternities, and you begin to play games. Trouble sprouts up in every universe and just when it seems as if there was no longer a Brassow to watch over us, a song plays over the myriadverse and reaches the ears of a boy resting on a mahogany tree in the midst of a golden universe nestled between all the rest. The boy had been named Brass, and his very existence angered the elders of this land, aptly named Brasseed. They sent him on a quest to earn his name and the love of the Force that Turns our Gears like Clockwork, and on the highest peak, he screams to the skies in frustration at his destiny. He is rewarded with the sound of the worlds screaming back in anguish, and awakens again as the Force that Turns the Wheels of Fate.