open Omnipotence: MoonLock's Heartache.

[Colenso Rivers 85]

A parallel world, sister to equestria, Antethica. This world is beginning it's end, degrading to nothing more than a wasteland due to the Beast. No pony has a name for it, no time when it is massive enough to devour the sun everypony held so dear. As the few ponies who held enough courage to think to resist scurried around, they angered the Beast, this malevolent creature spat a parasitic seed at Antethica. This seed grew, emitting a Sable mist that corrupted those whom took it into themselves. Some were twisted into horrific beasts, while others suffered degradation of the mind, while only going through slight physical changes. Eventually even the planet itself began to warp. The skies became a dark grey during the brightest of days, fissures appeared in the ground, from which Antethica bled a blood like liquid, and bodies of water turned to such form that it should crystallize around lifeforms whom enter, shredding them to bits.

Princess Nocturne noticed a deep and disturbing change in her sister, Princess Divinity. Perhaps she had turned, and maybe it was the loss of her sun. Either way, both changed. Princess Divinity went mad, became cruel and ill-tempered and was therefore know as Queen Nova-Storm. T

Princess Nocturnia went into a deep eternal greiving, giving little care to any pony, for all was lost. Now known as princess Moonlock.

However, some ponies, while transformed by the mist, resisted the fate of their beloved home or new world, and vowed to save what little was left. They were led by a mysterious voice in their minds, a voice that called itself Grey Heart. His voice has led a few ponies to a labyrinthine underground facility in an empty town. You hear his voice, but you are not from this world. Maybe from one of the other many realms, how did you get here. He has yet to tell you why, but it is up to you to decide whether to embrace the mists influence, or save this world from the Beast. You must decide soon, for the anguished screams of the twisted are becoming ever increasingly clear.

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Edited March 4, 2016 by Colenso Rivers

[The Down Trotten 300]

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Rhetoric breathed heavily... Everything seemed so hazy these days. Wake up... walk, run, watch, stop... Run again, only to stop and fall into a fitful nightmarish sleep wandering what the day tomorrow would bring 

 

Not that he was  a stranger to walking, it was his prior life. But at least it was realitively safe... now, now safe was a fantasy word much like Rhetoric's old dreams. 

Now it was a pleasantry to have a moment of silence... the screams had alsmnot become white noise, a terrible static that would never go away 

"..Day... twenty is it?... wonder if theres any food here...where ever here is" .

Edited March 4, 2016 by The Down Trotten

[Colenso Rivers 85]

The screams, an echo that invaded the minds of all, we're suddenly overridden by a voice. Familiar, strong, full of resolve that most ponies needed so desperately, "You only think of what you need. That is good. Enter the maze before you, and I promise you food within the hour, food and silence...) the entrance to the facility was torn asunder and yawned before you like it was bored of yet another dead pony.

[The Down Trotten 300]

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Rhetoric rubbed his eyes and heaved a sigh forgotten to the days when civilization had existed "Blasted magic..." he took a few steps forward and paused

"Blindly following a  voice in my head... well I have to take a few risks I suppose... " he sighed and slowly entered what the voice called the maze "... What I wouldn't give for some light magic about now..." 

[Colenso Rivers 85]

When Rhetoric entered, low powered florescent lighting filled the corridors. Humming, flickering and weak, they didn't so much fill the paths as they tinted it. The voice added, "You'll know when you see it." There were claw marks scarring the steel walls, electrical panels crackling with fading life, and periodic blood splatters and viscera piles. Yet, it smelled not of rot, but of the most unpleasantly powerful chemicals.

Edited March 4, 2016 by Colenso Rivers

[The Down Trotten 300]

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Rhetoric paused and stopped "look I want to believe you I really do, but give me something to go on here... I feel like a lamb going to the slaughter. We don;t exactly have a great trust bond going on..." he gulped and tried to get a better look at his surroundings without going in further 

Edited March 4, 2016 by The Down Trotten

[Colenso Rivers 85]

There was silence for the longest moment, but eventually he responded, "Such a strong mind. Within here you will be helping you and I. I want peace on this world again, you want to live. You will find a parasite in here, you can't miss it, they are large. All you must do is kill it. They are mostly harmless." A camera in the corner between the walls sparked and slightly focused before falling apart.

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"Words words words... How do I not know you are not the beast?... This has all the bearings of a trap, and look at me, if you can. I am unarmed... Do you really ..." he cut himself short and swore under his breath

 

" I don;t have much of a c hoice do I? there is nothing outside but death.... Fine... I'll play along..." he walked forward slowly still not the least be satisfied 

[Colenso Rivers 85]

The voice responded in kind, "You always have a choice, my friend." As you travel deeper, you begin to see rooms, labs more precisely, broken glass, burned dead, and tools misused. And hear a scraping sound. It was faint, and echoed through the facility earily.

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Indistinctly Rhetoric grabbed one of the broken pieces of lab equipment. something of a more sharp nature 

 

...This can't be good... 

 

He crept towards the scrapping, assuming it was this parasite that the voice was talking about. Like a fustraighted puppet, the earthpony realized with some certainty he would have to kill the blasted thing if he wanted answers... And he desperately wanted answers 

Edited March 4, 2016 by The Down Trotten

[Colenso Rivers 85]

@@Colenso Rivers,

Indistinctly Rhetoric grabbed one of the broken pieces of lab equipment. something of a more sharp nature

 

...This can't be good...

 

He crept towards the scrapping, assuming it was this parasite that the voice was talking about. Like a fustraighted puppet, the earthpony realized with some certainty he would have to kill the blasted thing if he wanted answers... And he desperately wanted answers

After about ten minutes after gathering the glistening knife, he passed by a room and a writhing dark, fleshy mass sat in the center of a completely empty room with not a single spot on the walls not covered in gore. Empty except for the mare sitting in the far corner to you. Unmoving, wide eyes, she didn't move an inch and only stared at it.

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Rhetoric held back a gasp and before entering the room retreated quietly several rooms away "Alright...voice in my head, whats with the mare? Is she the parasite. and if so whats wrong with her... I will not commit murder for you..."  he gripped his knife tightly and kept an ear open to the odd maze hoping that whatever that mare was didn't hear him 

[Colenso Rivers 85]

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Rhetoric held back a gasp and before entering the room retreated quietly several rooms away "Alright...voice in my head, whats with the mare? Is she the parasite. and if so whats wrong with her... I will not commit murder for you..." he gripped his knife tightly and kept an ear open to the odd maze hoping that whatever that mare was didn't hear him

"I'm sorry, I could only sense the parasite. Now I have no solid answers, but it seems to me that the mass would be the parasite. Not all look the same." The scraping continued, steady and loud, "however, be careful. She has obvious deterioration of her mind, she may be a twisted. If she is, she's acting with the parasite." A light bulb crackled it's last moments not far from you as he added, "Sorry.."

[The Down Trotten 300]

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Holding back a yip of fright he felt his heart pumping faster and his breathing heavier . Within in a few moments his morals and his instincts waged a war in his mind. 

 

Quickly coming to a stale mate he grabbed a piece of junk, and still clenched the knife tightly, walking on his hind legs as quietly as he could manage keeping his back to anyway he could find. Slowly making his way to the sound and what he hoped was the parasite. 

have to to kill this thing... and hopefully save that mare... hopefully I can refrain from being a murderer a little while longer 

[Colenso Rivers 85]

@@Colenso Rivers,

 

Holding back a yip of fright he felt his heart pumping faster and his breathing heavier . Within in a few moments his morals and his instincts waged a war in his mind.

 

Quickly coming to a stale mate he grabbed a piece of junk, and still clenched the knife tightly, walking on his hind legs as quietly as he could manage keeping his back to anyway he could find. Slowly making his way to the sound and what he hoped was the parasite.

 

have to to kill this thing... and hopefully save that mare... hopefully I can refrain from being a murderer a little while longer

The voice would grant him no further audience for the moment. The parasite still sat as a writing pillar of flesh, but with more time details were revealed. It was connected to both the floor and ceiling,both which were covered in pulsating veins. Also the mare, a blossom in a very dead field. She had a pale pink fur, green eyes, and a long flowing violet mane and tail. She was completely clean and hadn't moved. Her cutie mark was a shattered magnifying glass, the cracks from which blood spilled.

Both showed no interest or even notice of you.

[The Down Trotten 300]

@@Colenso Rivers,

 

If the mare is acting with the parasite... then killing the parasite might break her out of her "spell"... or it could just kill her... I could try to get her away from the thing and see if that has any effect... 

 

he growled... He needed to know more., slinking back to the other rooms he had been in he hunted desperately for anything written, anything that might help him desern what he was dealing with in the other room.  If the voice couldn't offer help, perhaps whomever left this place in such a mess could...

Got to be records somewhere... it can't be just baren 

[Colenso Rivers 85]

The search was thorough, however, it yielded only projects on facility defense. Logs by the staff here on the efficiency of the defenses slowly warped to barely legible scribbles by terrified ponies on the mass in three fourteen, deaths and the murderous stallion that roamed the halls. At that point, you could hear a more steady, solid scraping noise.

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At that point, you could hear a more steady, solid scraping noise.

 

Rhetoric's heart jumped into his throat, action had to be taken and now... The parasite was going to die, fortune willing the mare would be spared... but Rhetoric had to sacrifice some of his morals if he wanted to live, he'd deal with the guilt later...  

 

Hoping that whatever that was causing that scrapping sound wouldn't notice him. returning to the room once more he eyed the parasite and gave it a good look over. 

Alright how do we kill you quickly 

[Colenso Rivers 85]

Rhetoric's heart jumped into his throat, action had to be taken and now... The parasite was going to die, fortune willing the mare would be spared... but Rhetoric had to sacrifice some of his morals if he wanted to live, he'd deal with the guilt later...

 

Hoping that whatever that was causing that scrapping sound wouldn't notice him. returning to the room once more he eyed the parasite and gave it a good look over.

 

Alright how do we kill you quickly

The scraping continued as he contemplated, and as it grew closer it became clear that it was a floor above him. Butthe scraping, Mass and mare showed no changes due to his presence, indifferent to the living. In situations like this, there were no clear answers, and maybe there would never be.

[The Down Trotten 300]

@@Colenso Rivers, 

 

Gritting his teeth he he took three deep breaths and like ripping out a tooth walked into the room, knife in hoof he quickly and with more then a few winces hacked at the veins attaching the parasite to the floor and if he could reach them the ceiling. Hoping that his guess that they were the things keeping it alive where correct 

[Colenso Rivers 85]

@@Colenso Rivers,

 

Gritting his teeth he he took three deep breaths and like ripping out a tooth walked into the room, knife in hoof he quickly and with more then a few winces hacked at the veins attaching the parasite to the floor and if he could reach them the ceiling. Hoping that his guess that they were the things keeping it alive where correct

The moment the door cracked open, the mare shuddered and gave a deep, disturbingly clear gasp while her mouth opened steadily. As he hacked, and her mouth was at its widest, a tendril with a bone tip shot out at her in the blink of an eye, impaling her through the mouth. There was a sudden, sharp and quick cry as tears formed in her eyes.

The ceiling was too high to reach, but the mass was left hanging. It didnt, couldn't show emotion to this, but it pulled the mare in towards it, and tore her body to bits and pulled every peice inside it, all except for the head, which it left intact, and quickly shifted it between itself and Rhetoric. This took a moment of a couple of seconds, no time to react. The mares head acted as it's face, mouth agape, tendril hanging out, with tears and muffled sobs actively coming from it. It was then that a hole opened underneath the head and revealed a black organ. It was challenging with him.

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It happened so fast and so sudden, that Rhetoric couldn't emotionally or even mentally process what happened. the creatures purpose though, to instill fear in him worked... perhaps a bit too well. His brain bulking at the disgusting image in front of him thossed the contents of his stomach onto the head, if weren't for the current situation might have been slightly comical. 

The following actions were not his own, merely his brain following the last bit of coherent proto-call he gave it

Must kill the parasite

 

Stabbing at he exposed organ madly, Rhetoric, as a individual was lost for a moment, reduced to mere primal instinct for survival 

Edited March 4, 2016 by The Down Trotten

[Colenso Rivers 85]

@@Colenso Rivers,

 

It happened so fast and so sudden, that Rhetoric couldn't emotionally or even mentally process what happened. the creatures purpose though, to instill fear in him worked... perhaps a bit too well. His brain bulking at the disgusting image in front of him thossed the contents of his stomach onto the head, if weren't for the current situation might have been slightly comical.

 

The following actions were not his own, merely his brain following the last bit of coherent proto-call he gave

 

Must kill the parasite

 

Stabbing at he exposed organ madly, Rhetoric, as a individual was lost for a moment, reduced to mere primal instinct for survival

The creature cried even deeper, more real sobs at the vomit that now covered it's newly adorned visage. It didnt move or resist, but as the killing blow was landed, a spiral of bone talons clasped over the Rhetorics foreleg, probable the ribs of its victim. The face stared at him with such sorrowful suprise before cloudING his vision by spewing a long stream of black powdery mist in his face. Afterwards, it went limp and let go Edited March 4, 2016 by Colenso Rivers

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@@Colenso Rivers,

 

The sheer amount of mental stimulation had caused him to nearly completely ignore the insanity of the situation. Swearing like a sailor he stumbled out of the room forcing himself out if he had too, frantically trying to get the black powered out of his face. The only logical thing at the moment seemed to be to get that black powered off of him and fast

He'd be crying himself to sleep later over the images he saw... if he slept at all 

[Colenso Rivers 85]

@@Colenso Rivers,

 

The sheer amount of mental stimulation had caused him to nearly completely ignore the insanity of the situation. Swearing like a sailor he stumbled out of the room forcing himself out if he had too, frantically trying to get the black powered out of his face. The only logical thing at the moment seemed to be to get that black powered off of him and fast

 

He'd be crying himself to sleep later over the images he saw... if he slept at all

The powdery substance simply vanished after a few seconds, and if Rhetoric was able to notice at the moment, so did the scraping, because it became a very quiet thumping right in front of him, above him. The voice asked, "Have you decided not to help our dying world. If so, then that's fine. At least you tried." Edited March 4, 2016 by Colenso Rivers