The story so far:
there was something unsetteling about the way everyone on the underside was always doing the exact same ting, but on the exact opisite position. for caasi, it wasnt hard to figureo ut that if she was going to get out of the singolarita dimensionale that she was going to need some major help.
as she went into the house of the uncomprehendable she gamed in slight dissapointment as the only thing there that didnt have some sort of effect or twist as to where she stepped or what she did, was the fact that there was an endless door way loop. each doorway led to another doorway, which lead to another doorway and the process got a little tiring after ten doorways leading to ten more different doorways. "its jsut a little further, the doorway your looking for." brian said with a slight sense of loss. each hallways they passed through was more vibrant and aive then the last till they reached a doorway with a pulse, a single bloodshot purple eye, and a mouth that looked like it had been ripped off of a clown.
"what is your purpose?" the door said in a wavering tone of voice. "i need allies to help fight off the undersides invasion, will you-" "there is no invasion caasi, this is the singolarita dimensionale, both sides of the plane are identical representation of each other. the logical and the illogical, both are the same, yet neither understands this." caasi was confused, and brian had wet himself from the excitement of it all. "huh?" the doorway smiled again, "JUST KIDDING! theyll totally slaughter you guys tonight! ill lead you to the one person who knows this insanity better then morgan."
the doorway burst into flames while the eye changed from purple to a startling sky blue. "were here, be warned you only have two minutes to wow him... and hes not very wowable... trust me, ive tried out for the part of the kindling, and he wasnt impressed with the fact that i could self combust. bastard." she walked through the blue flames and found herself in a wide expanse that just confused the hell out of her with out knowing why. there was a fat irish german man with a head of hair that was one part fade, and another part really weird afro.
"you have two minutes, ive already looked over your file, GO!" caasi did the only thing she oculd think of. "i would like you to grab a hold of the red light floating around this round person." she presented brian, who was for a lack of a better word, still in the process of wetting himself. "very well, but i dont like the trajectory pattern of that red light, and it is way TOO BRIGHT. not to mention its blood red, not rose red like i WANT it to be... but it wil have to do."
linheber stepped out of the darkness of the cieling and fell to the stage with a sick thud, and after a few cliffnotes about the way gravity handled that situation, he grabbed a hold of the redlight, and for a second nothing happened. then he opened his mouth. "its not warm enough, i wouldve heated it up, because after all, it IS a red light. and red light are supposed to be-" he was instantly shut up by the pure force of the red light of brianism. doow appeared right beside linheber ed, and whispered into his ear, "are you epic enough to have the brute force of badassery that is brianism?"
shockwaves caused tsunamis of fat rolls to appear on linheber eds body as shockwave after shockwave of pure force slammed into him at the most incredible speeds. his very soul was cracking under the very strain of the red light of brianism. doow repeated the question, this time suddenly wearing cool guy shades. "ARE you?" linhebers body was on the very of exploding into a raging ball of blue flames when he gave his shaking answer. "I AM LINHEBER ED, THE DEMON DIRECTORS OF THE NINE HELLS THEATRE TROUPE, I AM THE PERFECTION OF DIRECTING, I DECIDE ALL THINGS THAT WILL HAPPEN IN MY PRODUCTION, AND NO DIRECTION WILL EVER BE MORE ANAL THEN I AM ABOUT THE SPECIFIC DETAILS WHICH I CAN AND WILL CHANGE AT A MOMENTS NOTICE! I WILL FOREVER BE MORE EPIC THEN THIS-"
he was sent flying through several walls and found himself impaled on a poster for 'west side story'. "you are NOT epic enough, you have failed the basics of overcoming the red light of brianism. that brianism will forever be more epic and it will be through brianism that we are all saved." doow turned his sight back towards brian and instantly **** himself. the red light had been turned bluefor just a few seconds. "son of a bitch!" caasi muttered under her breath. the demon director got back up and laughed. "no one has EVER challenged will that much since i did the industrial revolution recreation for the ENTIRE city of pittsburg.. and they were really anal about me destroying their city."
caasi smiled, she hope that having the demon director as an ally would help her out. but she couldnt shake the feeling that he had his own plans.