The story so far:
"sogno della dinistia complete" -> (16 skipped) -> "the chen bot, space ark, ringworlds, and the microsoft paperclip" -> "barney fie versus the paperclip, the ringworlds beauty, and the shadows who love them"
Morgan decided at this point that either a fight was going to break out, or Linheber would try to put them in one of his evil plays.
"There is something I wanted to know," the Human stated as he walked towards the edge of the Ringworld's crust, which was only thirty feet out, it was then that he discovered a fundamental fact about the Demon Director's true size, he was truly bigger than all the blue whales put together. "Who were you working for back then? It doesn't seem likely that the Demon Director of the fifth street troupe would attack us on his own, without some prior contact."
Linheber's eyes grew greener by the second, as if to signify a change. "You noticed... didn't you?"
Linheber sighed as he looked outward into the vastness at it all. He got bored of this after ten minutes and looked at the second set. Het, Tet, Yod, Ket, Lamad, Mim and Nun were the middle rings, each in the Goldilocks zone of the gryoscopic formation. These had life sustaining qualities that made them unique. Although Mim and Nun were at war with Het and Lamad, the rest of this section were relatively peaceful except when it came time for the football season to start, then they just nuked the Hell out of each other from no other reason than because none of them could think of a good reason not to do so. Linheber often visited Lamad, Ket and Yod to check up on things, and to rip the charred patches of skin from each of its inhabitants. As he looked even further into the detail of each Ringworld's topography, he noticed a slight microchip design to them all, like they had each been designed by God if he were a complete technology geek that played the occasion D&D campaign. The third set of Ringworlds concerned Linheber a little bit. Their names were Semkat, Epe, Qop, Sade, Res, Sin and Taw. These seven were amongst the largest and most heavily populated ringworlds. They had strength in their military, extremely strong religious beliefs, a fiercely strengthening economy that showed no signs of failure. Linheber did not like the looks of these strong minded worlds. The Irish German man looked at them, like someone who has noticed, at long last, the dire secret. "Them..." he stated pointedly, "The last seven Ringworlds I was to keep in check... Semkat, the fiercest fighters, Epe the genius minds, Qop and Sade, the savage talents, Res, the deadliest weapons, Taw, the killing plague, and Sin..." Linheber shuddered, his body seemingly changing with it to a shell of a man tortured beyond his minds limits. Morgan, Antimo, Nordafet, the Golden Strands, Bloody Strands, and the Black Syrup looked where the Demon Director was pointing, and saw only the crystalline rings in the distance, glowing with their unbridled fury. "It is these seven that will cast upon the Door and Chasm a restlessness of unease, chaos and destruction. Even with the Council of ten was in charge, they had only marginal success in maintaining these seven ring worlds." Linheber looked directly into the sky and saw seven shadows. Each with burning eyes that wished to be released. "We're too late, the seven Gears Of Oblivion are upon us." Morgan at that point wanted nothing more than to smack Linheber upside the head. But could only watch in marginal excitement as the Gears Of Destruction flitted around Linheber. "So, the center of our worlds has fallen from its place? How pathetically sad is this?" said the first shadow, which was shaped into a half demented mickey mouse. "Snow White?" he whispered only audible enough for the Golden Strands to hear. "Do not be afraid... Human. We are the Gears Of Destruction, known through out the Realities and Existences and Dimensions and Worlds as G.O.D." Cod scratched his head, looked as his feet, and saw that everyone had suddenly decided to not like him very much. "Don't look at me! I'm just as shocked as you are! Remember that I only created the Universe that Morgan came from. Just... Remember... Gotta go!" the Diety shouted as his body disappeared in a puff of cherry scented smoke. The remaining shadows stayed silent as the dead, only their cartoonishly demented smiles shown through the black foggy haze. Morgan severely wished something would happen. Turns out, something already was, Linheber Ed had smacked each of the shadows down with a powerful slap to their noses. "I don't care who you think you are, or how powerful you may be.... GO TO YOUR CORNERS!" the Demon Director instructed viciously. The shadows, in all their power, all their hatred, and in their eternal struggle to free themselves, went back to their Ringworlds. All except one. "I have no master, I obey no one, I obey nothing!" it said furiously. Linheber raised his hand slowly until the remaining shadow wet himself. "Except the pimp hand." he whimpered and flew off into the distance. "What... The **** just happened?" Antimo demanded as he walked up to the former Human and jabbed him in the chest. Antimo thought about the logic of the moment, and came up with a very intelligent answer. "No. Besides, wouldn't you just try attacking us when this thing is over with?" "Look, the longer we stand here, arguing over your trust issues, the stronger opponents we're going to have to face. Aneeh will be NOTHING compared to these guys. Only way I've been able to contain them is by forcing their parents to stitch them into the mountain side with heavy chains." Linheber chittered. The Golden Strands sensed something wrong. Dreadfully wrong. "Um... I don't mean to interrupt, but they've decided to make a sequel." his voice also chittered away with fear. Something that the Golden Strands was by far, and away, not known for. "Welcome... Linheber, to your death." Barney Fife and the Microsoft paper clip stared at eachother for the longest time before something broke in the far off distance. Time had frozen and it was pissing the Robot King off something fierce. He was stuck, in the Dimension between Dimensions, with the single most annoying thing in any Existence. There was something not quite right about the paper clip as it looked onward with its huge tennis ball like eyes. "I have a thought." the object said. Barney gave it some thought, his gears clicking until it reached the ultimate conclusion. "Are you that threat?" the paper clip just floated there, not saying a single thing to either confirm or deny the question.
The Puppet king became aggitated at its lack of understanding the seriousness of the situation. "You do realize, that if the Door and the Chasm sense the threat, they're just going to direct all their forces at you. Which will be, simple put, like using a pin needle against a tank, with you as the needle." Barney blinked a few times before realizing that the paper clip, was nothing more than a distraction till the real problem showed up. "Right click." the paperclip raised a floating, hideous eyebrow. "Delete helper." the paper clip slowly disolved into a tiny pile of pixels. "Confirm." they exploded into a Magnesium filled fireball. "Wow..." Barney Fife exclaimed, "That was by far the easiest fight... ever actually!" he was quite pleased with himself until another, slightly larger paper clip appeared before him, this time, it had arms and legs, but no hands and feet. The Puppet King knew how to take care of this. "Right click. Delete helper. Confirm." against the new prograams wishes, it exploded into a fireball. A few seconds later, another appeared, three times bigger than its previous incarnation. "Right click, delete helper, confirm." again, it exploded only to be replaced by the most evil looking paper clip you could ever imagine. "Right click, delete helper, confirm." again, it faded away, only to be replaced by the Govenator. "Oh.... ****." Barney Fife stated in a very clear and concise manner. "Right click, delete helper, confirm!?" Arnold simply lifted a finger and shook it slowly. "Dat vould not be a very wise decision. EVER." The diamonds flitted through out the stream of minds, each dazzling the other in the infinite of all the others minds. But one diamond wasn't flitting about in precious fashion, it was stationed in front of a computer screen, its fabulously rich drool stream hitting the keyboard with its glittering finger tips as its glittering eyebrows furrowed in the revelation that it had no prior knowledge of how to build a website. "**** things..." it said blatantly as a fifty episode marathon of "All My Tubesteaks" played on the only working channel in fifty light years. "**** things." it repeated with a sense of disdain and annoyance. Meanwhile, a tiny robotic version of Michael Jackson had just finished beating up Megaman by moon walking all over his ion cannon. "HEE HEE!" the tiny figure said until its doctor over dosed him on horse tranqs, became a pariah, tried getting on peoples good side, and then simply killed itself by jumping into a glass of water. "**** things." the diamond repeated in a furious anger. Morgan on the other hand, was deftly trying to figure out why the Demon Director had all of a sudden become so complacent in the new threat that had just revealed itself as a ball of yarn. The Lost Wolf couldn't even sense the power of life in the tennis ball sized contraption, and yet he saw Linheber staring at it like it would take all he held dear and put it in a movie with both Glen Close and Justin Bieber in a romantic romcom. "Um... seriously? When's the new threat coming?" "Thats... a ball of yarn." he said blankly. Linheber struggled to move as the ball of yarn dipped itself in kerosene and lit itself on fire in a protest of something. This did nothing to alleviate Linheber of any stress. Instead, it reminded him politely that seven new shadows of the darkest Ringworlds were coming to face him. "How... are you Linheber!?" the first new shadow said in a panicked tone of voice. It flashed a wicked smile, which wound up with Cris Hanson behind a toolshed, and found its way to very near prisons. Two minutes later, it returned to the shadows face and ripped a twelve foot, three hundred ton sword, reminding Morgan that he should probably get things started before some other very out of place things started happening. To this point, he ripped the diamond from its computer, and chucked it someplace on a golf course, where stupid people in hideous clothes, abused small white dimpled balls on a sports course of badly manicured grass. "Ha! I knew youd do that" the shadow said as it swun its massively underpowered, but seemingly over weighted sword down at the Human. Morgan, with his quick thinking, supior intellect, and awesome sense of urgency, did nothing. The sword, being as big, and as heavy as it was, slammed the poor Human down into the ground, while Antimo and Nordafet simply yawned, the Golden Strands screeched in happiness. The shadow itself became concerned. "This... really is all the famed Lost Wolf is capable of? Not doing anything, and taking the blows straight on?" it scratched its head in empathy for the Humans plight, but before it could really do anything, the blunt side of the swords pommel slammed into the side of his head, sending the creature realling into the ground, dazed, in pain, and listening to a Garthbrooks album. "Todesfälle Klaue: Blitz Taifun!" it heard a deep growling voice say from deep below the ground. "Wha-" was all the confused thing could get out before one thousand flaming blue razor edged chain links slashed through its body. It groaned with unease and they slammed through its arms and legs, only temporarily severing them. "Stupid Human, you really think those attacks will harm me?" it laughed grumbingly at Morgan as he rose from the ground, eyes white with rage, black matted fur rupturing from his body, and glowing black crystals growing from his shoulders. The shadow saw something in the Lost Wolf's right hand that gave it reason to piss itself in a geyser of urine. Morgan had a flashlight in his hand, and he was pointing it at the shadowy figure. "Lets see what you really look like underneath that fog... bitch." With a sweep of his hand, Morgan dispelled the black fog around the creature, revealing it to be nothing more then a cardboard box with the words "****! I've been revealed to be a carp" scrawled in childish handwriting. "Um... ****..." it said while the sword lifted itself up out of the ground and split into five floating orbs of the purest silver. "Qop... Why have you abandoned me?" it said whimperingly. The orbs simply floated there as mystical objects often did when bored off there asses.
"You're right, how long has it been brother... since we've seen the blinding flash of red?" a second perused as she stopped just long enough for Morgan to recognize who it was.
"I told them to go to their corners. And saved us a bunch of time, look the point is that those seven you just saw were only the lowest leveled soldiers, not even worth your time Lost Wolf. If the war between the Door and the Chasm is to continue, and it is vital that it does... we're going to have to break the darkest of the seven Ringworlds."
Linheber say the being had a point. "Pretty much, yeah."
"So why should we trust a madman bent on crushing us where we stand?" Antimo had another point.
"What is it?" the puppet king answered back.
"The Chasm... I wonder if it really knows who the actual threat is?" this struck Barney as something really really odd for a program to say.
"What are you saying?"
"Nothing... its just that they must be expecting some really awful thing to attack them at any moment, and i was just wondering why they needed to freeze time in this place."
"Not really... and I'm not the threat. Somewhere out there, the real threat is making its way towards this very location. The Door and Chasm both must've been sensing it. That's why they both have been gathering these two armies and having them fight it out."
"So what your saying... Is that I could simply melt you down, and leave you to rot, and the real threat would simply pour into Existence?"
"Or Nonexistence."
"How would that work?"
"How does anything really work? arent we all just atoms held together by our own magnetic fields?" Barney seriously wanted to punch the paperclip. instead, he thought of something better.
"RIGHT HERE!?" Linheber screamed a a devestating panic. The panic, started as a much needed headache, then eveolved into worry, which feel into a depressed anger, and finally, four hundred pounds of tuna. The ball of yarn, unknown to Morgan, was a distant cousin of the box, and still unknown to Morgan, was the fact that the box had unknowingly defeated Barney Fife. Morgan didn't know any of this, but felt it prudent to point out the very, very, VERY, obvious.
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