"THE PHOBIAN CHRONICLES"
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"Once upon time; There was a breaking of the fourth wall in a paradoxial sentence at the first sentence of a terrible terrible fanfiction! It had many cliches and it's prologue repeatedly referenced itself for almost no reason you can think of--except maybe bad humor. "
A heavy rain was pouring down upon a small floating town, lighting flashed a dazzling white revealing only the darkness within this realm. Twas on a planet blacker than night, and more dangerous than liquid electrical energy. It was charged and rain rarely ever came. But the creatures of this place never needed tangible food; they absorbed radial energies from their former star's supernova. The planet was lonely and utterly frozen, a rouge planet, as your race might call it. Yet there was life; and that life had five hearts, two arms and legs, and a powerful build like you've never seen. Sort-of.
Anyway, with that out of the way, I continue to tell you a tale of a heroes and villains, towering cites that rose into the sky or deeper than bedrock, commanders with legions of warriors, and one child. Oh,and basic life in general.
Deep inside the town of Watchvale a child was born, green and small he was, but soon enough he would become something great. His name was Verigan Storm, named both after his father and something incredibly rare, and especially powerful, on that world. He spoke, he walked, he grew, and he made all kinds of Phobonic mischief with his... Allies. Eventually he grew to an age where he could control and make his proper decisions, but he had to push his parents away in order to progress in his life...
"I'm sorry but you're getting in my way of progressing and living, I must go." He said; to his disdainful parents.
He knew they'd be upset but it had to be done. He left, got a decent job, and bought a small house. In his free time he wrote short stories and books, one in particular he called Vassan; it described the world around him as he knew it in an incredibly vivid fashion, it also depicted a particularly unusual society where personal freedom was more prominent and tangible. Twas a good thing he had most of his stuff in a shoulder-bag when he came home; his house had burned down while he was away. The cause of the fire was never found, so with that Verigan Storm took the little money he had and went to live in a high-up apartment in the distant Phobon City. His friends Ragnarok, Jade Kerrigan, Visorak, and Xaxionis came along and took up similar positions in nearby apartments. However on the way into Phobon the book Vassan fell out of his bag and into a pipe of liquid electricity, discomforting the young Phobian, and making him hold onto his few possessions more tightly.
Things in Phobon City were much different than in Watchvale groups called gangs and teams roamed the darkest streets and there was a strict police force that rained down fire and brimstone upon anyone caught breaking the law; innocent civilians more often than not. There were massive factories and laboratories, and skyscrapers that stretched from the planet's frozen core all the way up into infinity. People said it'd be the city to end all cities, the world's powerhouse, and ultimate military power someday.
And thus the story of Verigan Storm and Team Ragnarok began.
~ Mishappenstance Two: Team Agnamok ~
A long long time ago, about 1230 years to be precise, a great final battle waged across the land. A battle which sealed the fate of The Lunar Confederation. That battle was called "Ragnarok" meaning "last battle" in both Earth language and Phobonic. The Solar Union had the Confederate forces surrounded at Fort Black Sky, the Union's troops outnumbered the Confederates by 10 to 1, but Commander Waterbreak was not one to give in quickly. The Union force's commander demanded victory, he was answered by 23 explosive bullets destroying his body. The Union suffered over 120,000 losses. The Confederacy lost all 900,003 and their last outpost. Without it their Capitol was defenseless, the Confederacy surrendered, and with that the Solar Union decimated by ten--the Lunar Confederation was no more...
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I asked nervously.
"Of course it is," Ragnarok said caustically."If it wasn't then why aren't we driving tanks made of gold???"
"Hey! They only make guys they wanna kill drive in those paper tanks!"
It was true. Gold is really soft. And that's why the confederacy had put steel and carbon plating around the inside of captured Union decoy tanks.
"Although, I wouldn't mind having that much bling on a tank..." I said back grinning wide.
"And I wouldn't???" He scoffed, pretending he was one of the really rich snoody guys. "To not be seen in a Solare Tank, is to die!"
"Hey think we can get Starlight over here on Friday?"
He chuckled and laughed.
"Not so fast Casanova, we still have work to do."
"Dang!" I uttered under my breath.
"Hey! I heard that!"
I grinned wide again before presenting a model of Carbon-21.
"Seriously? You do realize it's just ash, right?"
Ragnarok gave me a questioning stare.
"Yeah, but it's compressed ash!" I said teasingly. "Compressed ash is cool!"
"No. Just no. No more references to The Thirteenth!"
"Nooooooooooo!!!" I yelled out.
"And that's how you get into drama club at age twelve!"
"WTH did I just watch???" Somebody in the crowd exclaimed.
Murmurs washed across the crowd as they discussed watch they had just saw.
"By the way, make sure to pick up your 'I got got trolled by Confederates' pin on the way out!"
"I knew it! I knew they'd get me again! Blasted!" A guy stood up and walked out looking at the pins along the way.
"Wait a minute! These all say vote for Starbucks! Who the hell is that!?!?"
The crowd began to laugh with glee at the guy, aggravating him even more. He fumed out of the area leaving everyone else behind.
Back home they noted that Starbucks is actually an old business that sold overpriced coffee and for some reason always managed to stay afloat despite constantly decreasing revenues every month. I've also heard they shove extra ash into it to give it some extra kick, however I have no evidence to prove this.
"Hey, why don't we form a gang?"
"I don't know..." I said hesitantly. "Seems kinda risky."
"We can bring n Starlight and all hte otherrrs..." He said temptingly.
"Okay! I'm all in!"
"I thought oh. I dare yu to ask er out."
"No."
"Co'mon..."
"No."
"Co'mon, why rot?"
"NO! You're drunk on a single shot of vodka and I'm not telling you why because you'll just forget when you get out of your drunken haze! Actually how did you get drunk?"
"The course of fumes!" He said grinning wildly and laughing his head off. I slap him.
"NOT. COOL. MAN." He said furiously back. I slap him again and he falls asleep.
"What the--"
To be Continued...
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