open Omnipotence: MoonLock's Heartache.

[Colenso Rivers 85]

The body didn't react, only glistening like a fallen angel in the silver moonlight. But the moon was no longer the same as it once was, it was a large eye in the sky. It's pupil focusing on you as you left the facility. In fact, everything outside was different, there were no screams, and the very cool,air had a bittersweet quality to it. A fading streak of silver followed behind the moon as its paranoid stare caressed the landscape in pale light.

After a few moments, you heard the sad and loving voice, the voice of a mother watching her children starve, whisper with your mind, "He's with me now... the dreams of the dead, a door in that labyrinth behind you will keep you sated my son..."

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@@Colenso Rivers,

 

Rhetoric let the tired and now lifeless body of Ink Drawn slink to the ground, with a heavy sigh he rubbed his eyes

 

"One voice leaves to be replaced by another..." he didn't have anything else to go or to trust, wandering around aimlessly would most certainly led to his death, so once again, bidding Ink one final goodbye he entered the labyrinth with a heavy heart.

 

"... Alright... I;m in here again, what horrors await me...:" he trudged forward, venturing further in then he had previously 

[Colenso Rivers 85]

@@Colenso Rivers,

 

Rhetoric let the tired and now lifeless body of Ink Drawn slink to the ground, with a heavy sigh he rubbed his eyes

 

"One voice leaves to be replaced by another..." he didn't have anything else to go or to trust, wandering around aimlessly would most certainly led to his death, so once again, bidding Ink one final goodbye he entered the labyrinth with a heavy heart.

 

"... Alright... I;m in here again, what horrors await me...:" he trudged forward, venturing further in then he had previously

The voice did not go further, but the pony behind it wept beyond his knowledge for his loss. The facility was empty, quiet, and rested somewhat peacefully without the monster's that once inhabited it tainting it's halls. The stench remained however. If Rhetoric missed the provisions storage room, one of the only doors with no windows, but still almost featurless, then he would find nothing there.

[The Down Trotten 300]

@@Colenso Rivers, 

 

He found only after a forced search of the place, although he did make use of the various old written documents and even "stole" an barely used journal from one of the former inhabitants and a writing utensil.

 

First taking inventory of what the supply room offered him he also began his journal

 

In the event that someone else finds this then I am mostly likely dead or beyond mental saving... In that case I hope that this retelling of my experiences here will aid you in survival and maybe help you to thrive.

 

These parasites, as they are called by some are obviously former ponies of sorts... Infected by something called the mist, which apparently I myself have been infected with, I do not know long I have, nor the state I will be in by the end of its process. I will try to keep an update on my status however... it may be the only way to keep my sanity 

 

​These parasites though... they do not seem beyond saving, perhaps a cure lies out there, if so then due to my current condition I must find it, hopefully these supplies will last me until I find out more... untill then I must find some sort of rest 

 

He put the journal away and ate some of the food in the room and looked over his supplies one more time 

[Colenso Rivers 85]

@@Colenso Rivers,

 

He found only after a forced search of the place, although he did make use of the various old written documents and even "stole" an barely used journal from one of the former inhabitants and a writing utensil.

 

First taking inventory of what the supply room offered him he also began his journal

 

In the event that someone else finds this then I am mostly likely dead or beyond mental saving... In that case I hope that this retelling of my experiences here will aid you in survival and maybe help you to thrive.

 

These parasites, as they are called by some are obviously former ponies of sorts... Infected by something called the mist, which apparently I myself have been infected with, I do not know long I have, nor the state I will be in by the end of its process. I will try to keep an update on my status however... it may be the only way to keep my sanity

 

​These parasites though... they do not seem beyond saving, perhaps a cure lies out there, if so then due to my current condition I must find it, hopefully these supplies will last me until I find out more... untill then I must find some sort of rest

 

He put the journal away and ate some of the food in the room and looked over his supplies one more time

The supplies found in the desolate facility were as follows. 7 and a quarter boxes of rations, about forty rations per box. Eight fuel cells for who knows. Twelve cases of aN enriched nutri-drink. Five hogheads (strange liquid measurement term) of purified water, and fifteen medical kit refills. With all of the other plentiful supplies, the amount of medkit refills seemed disproportionately small. Edited March 5, 2016 by Colenso Rivers

[The Down Trotten 300]

@@Colenso Rivers,

 

Rhetoric was satisfied with the amount of supplies he had, but transporting it all seemed unreal... Where was he too go? What was he to do?... he had no direction or guidance. 

"Well... I should sleep... I need to sleep at least a little... its been one literally hell of a day." with a sigh he barricaded the door and hide himself among the supplies for extra "comfort" and tried to settle into a fitful sleep, the days events coming out in tears of both fear and confusion 

 

"... I'm so scared..." he finally realized in the stillness of his mind before he slept 

[Colenso Rivers 85]

@@Colenso Rivers,

 

Rhetoric was satisfied with the amount of supplies he had, but transporting it all seemed unreal... Where was he too go? What was he to do?... he had no direction or guidance.

 

"Well... I should sleep... I need to sleep at least a little... its been one literally hell of a day." with a sigh he barricaded the door and hide himself among the supplies for extra "comfort" and tried to settle into a fitful sleep, the days events coming out in tears of both fear and confusion

 

"... I'm so scared..." he finally realized in the stillness of his mind before he slept

When he was able to fall asleep, it seemef like just another nightmare. A desert wasteland of black crystal sand flowing in waves around him. The wind taking streams over the surface as they shined in pale moonlight. A hollow yawn filling the black skies. It seemed almost like oblivion should be, and then the waves ebbed and calmed, revealing a disturbingly beautiful and yet solemn sight. The deflating swells revealed both black skinned, hairless, and eyeless corpses, from which the yawning came from. At the same time, stone statues of many both wonderful and horrific creatures stood, maws open, all pouring out the funeral themed sand. In front of you stood what looked like a once grand entrance, stone pillars and a few steps in disrepair. Broken and partially buried, in between to cracked pillars stood a tall female alicorn, wearing Victorian style black funeral garb, veil included. Her silver eyes shined through, and she had her fore leg lovingly wrapped around a small statue of the monster of Ink Drawn. Next to him lied the full and what seemed to be just sleeping corpse of a black furred and pale mane stallion with a white ink blot cutie mark.

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@@Colenso Rivers,

 

Just as tired in his dream as he was in reality, Rhetoric plodded forward , trying to keep his eyes trained on the Alicorn, the only being he had seen recently that resembled any sort of normally recently.

 

He opened his mouth to speak but all he could do for a while was cough, his mouth was so dry... when the coughing finally subsided he looked at the alicorn 

 

"I assume your the most current voice?... I'm sorry for this... he left me little choice." he frowned and felt awfully out of place 

[Colenso Rivers 85]

@@Colenso Rivers,

 

Just as tired in his dream as he was in reality, Rhetoric plodded forward , trying to keep his eyes trained on the Alicorn, the only being he had seen recently that resembled any sort of normally recently.

 

He opened his mouth to speak but all he could do for a while was cough, his mouth was so dry... when the coughing finally subsided he looked at the alicorn

 

"I assume your the most current voice?... I'm sorry for this... he left me little choice." he frowned and felt awfully out of place

She smiled, even though she was torn on it and answered, "You saved him and he loves you for it." She stepped not but a few feet away before continuing in her almost song like voice, "There is still much you don't understand. But I'm the one whom is sorry, I tried so many nights to find you, but it seems being lost is the only way." She smelled of a cool breeze filtered through rose petals. You still count make out any details, but your heart felt chilled being around her. Not an unpleasant feeling though.

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@@Colenso Rivers,

 

Rhetoric sighed in small relief at the breeze, it was like a cool towel trying to break his fever. and it was enough to bring the old Rhetoric back  for a moment "Well you know what they say, you can't be found unless your lost..." he chuckled a bit 

 

"... I don't know what to say or even ask though... I guess I have to start off by wondering if this is just a dream... or are we really communicating, I hope the latter..." he smiled hopefully, albeit tiredly 

[Colenso Rivers 85]

@@Colenso Rivers,

 

Rhetoric sighed in small relief at the breeze, it was like a cool towel trying to break his fever. and it was enough to bring the old Rhetoric back for a moment "Well you know what they say, you can't be found unless your lost..." he chuckled a bit

 

"... I don't know what to say or even ask though... I guess I have to start off by wondering if this is just a dream... or are we really communicating, I hope the latter..." he smiled hopefully, albeit tiredly

She brought her hoof up and caressed his cheek, answering, "Wise. This is both. I am the matron of the night. Your dreams are mine now." She leaned in and whispered sweetly in your ear, "No more restless nights." She stepped ack an raised her hoof to her mouth and softly exhaled a pale white vapor into her hooves that formed a wispy sphere. She held it up to Rhetoric and asked. "Please drink this."

[The Down Trotten 300]

@@Colenso Rivers,

 

he was taken aback and stunned to say the least... and slightly hesitant "I humbly apologize.. and I can not fully express how embarrassed I am to say this but... What am I drinking... you must understand that I've been through a lot and my trust is a frail being right now. I want to trust you with everything I have honestly... but it seems to good to true." 

 

"... But what could you possibly gain by harming me..."

 

"In the interest of our foreseeable partership... I shall trust you" he drank the liquid without further hesitation 

[Colenso Rivers 85]

@@Colenso Rivers,

 

he was taken aback and stunned to say the least... and slightly hesitant "I humbly apologize.. and I can not fully express how embarrassed I am to say this but... What am I drinking... you must understand that I've been through a lot and my trust is a frail being right now. I want to trust you with everything I have honestly... but it seems to good to true."

 

"... But what could you possibly gain by harming me..."

 

"In the interest of our foreseeable partership... I shall trust you" he drank the liquid without further hesitation

She held the back of his head caringly while lifting it to his lips. Even she seemed like a nuturing soul, it was apparent that her only temperature was chilled, because the liquid went down cool and flavorless. As it slowly shrunk in her hoof, a kind of strength built in Rhetoric, an unfamiliar resolve unmatched by the past promises of the first voice he knew. She answered him as he drank, "It is my hope. My body won't let me keep it. It will isolated you from final contact."

[The Down Trotten 300]

@@Colenso Rivers,

 

Rhetoric blinked as he finished the liquid resolve "Wow.. thank you...  a lot..." he sat down with an outward breath "...Who are you? What happened here... How can I help...?" he had thousands of other questions but he couldn't get them all out, in all honesty he just wanted to get to know the alicorn in front of him

 

But considering the situation, didn't seem like it was possible 

[Colenso Rivers 85]

@@Colenso Rivers,

 

Rhetoric blinked as he finished the liquid resolve "Wow.. thank you... a lot..." he sat down with an outward breath "...Who are you? What happened here... How can I help...?" he had thousands of other questions but he couldn't get them all out, in all honesty he just wanted to get to know the alicorn in front of him

 

But considering the situation, didn't seem like it was possible

She backed to the steps and layed on them. "I am Moon Lock. I don't really know much more than the beast coming and destroying the light of our world." She looked down in sorrow and stayed like that until she worked up the motivation to continue, "Do what you feel is right. That is the only way to help anypony. That and living..." She turned her eyes towards the moon and informed him, "selfishly, I'd like you to be safe. However, you can do more good out there....." She pushed a small peice of rubble with the tip of her hoof gently before adding, "but if you follow the moon after midnight, you'll be led to safety." Edited March 5, 2016 by Colenso Rivers

[The Down Trotten 300]

@@Colenso Rivers,

 

"What about you? Are you safe?...Where are you hiding in all this madness... Forgive me for prying but can't you help?... I'm very grateful for what you've done for me already, but this is a dream. I must wake up and face the horrors of that world soon... " he sighed and took a few steps toward her 

 

"I do not mean to be so harsh... I just don't want to be alone out there... And it sounds like you need help too... Madam Moonlock, this world cannot be faced alone, and as clique as this may sound you need me as much as I need you  I think.." 

[Colenso Rivers 85]

@@Colenso Rivers,

 

"What about you? Are you safe?...Where are you hiding in all this madness... Forgive me for prying but can't you help?... I'm very grateful for what you've done for me already, but this is a dream. I must wake up and face the horrors of that world soon... " he sighed and took a few steps toward her

 

"I do not mean to be so harsh... I just don't want to be alone out there... And it sounds like you need help too... Madam Moonlock, this world cannot be faced alone, and as clique as this may sound you need me as much as I need you I think.."

She smiled, visibly this time and answered solidly, "The Queen and I are forever safe, but we've realized that we can't stop this. Nopony can." Her smile at the ground quickly and suddenly dissapearing as her eyes grew wide and she looked to Rhetoric, "Good bye." A collosus firey mass lurched over the horizon. The moon dissolved, erased from the now piercing white skies, and as this massive Nova storm tore closer at incomprehensible speeds through the scape, one could see the shadow of another alicorn approaching. The blast wave scorching across the Sands glassed everything they passed, a wall of fire roaring closer, and it became clear that the roaring was the raging screams of a mare but that only lasted momentarily before Moonlock mouthed, "live" before the fire consumed them both.

Then he awoke.

[The Down Trotten 300]

@@Colenso Rivers,

 

Waking up in a cold sweat Rhetoric panted heavily...

 

".... This place just keeps getting more and more insane... " not wanting to waste a lot of time Rhetoric constructed a makeshift cart out of the carious gurneys and other old lab equipment in the facility. Loading this cart up with all the supplies he had he set out with some resolve once more into the world, keeping both eyes and ears open 

 

"Alright... if I head east that should be were the moon rises... So I suppose that would be following the moon..." he sighed and tried to go east, at this point it was good of a direction as any 

[Colenso Rivers 85]

@@Colenso Rivers,

 

Waking up in a cold sweat Rhetoric panted heavily...

 

".... This place just keeps getting more and more insane... " not wanting to waste a lot of time Rhetoric constructed a makeshift cart out of the carious gurneys and other old lab equipment in the facility. Loading this cart up with all the supplies he had he set out with some resolve once more into the world, keeping both eyes and ears open

 

"Alright... if I head east that should be were the moon rises... So I suppose that would be following the moon..." he sighed and tried to go east, at this point it was good of a direction as any

The screams where there, but they only occurred now periodically, no longer a constant. Rhetoric seemed to have been walking quite a ways before coming across a shore strewn with bodies of all kinds, all seeming to have suffered many deep cuts. The Sands where a gunmetal grey, and the water seemed to clear and still. In the distance, away from the too calm sea was a patch of fog that trees could barely be made out inside.there was also a path between them both.

[The Down Trotten 300]

@@Colenso Rivers,

 

Rhetoric dry heaved at the sudden sight of bodies, not to mention the stench they brought. If anything it was just another reminder that he was still indeed alone.

 

But he wasn't entirely sure if he was, the screams of course said otherwise... but he had been wisely keeping away from them . But now staring at the sea of bodies he wondered if there wasn't any survivors... 

 

The plan was simple check for survivors and head to the forest. he waited almost a half an hour of complete silence before he felt safe in calling out 

 

"Hello? Anyone here?... If your hurt speak up I have some medical supplies!" 

[Colenso Rivers 85]

@@Colenso Rivers,

 

Rhetoric dry heaved at the sudden sight of bodies, not to mention the stench they brought. If anything it was just another reminder that he was still indeed alone.

 

But he wasn't entirely sure if he was, the screams of course said otherwise... but he had been wisely keeping away from them . But now staring at the sea of bodies he wondered if there wasn't any survivors...

 

The plan was simple check for survivors and head to the forest. he waited almost a half an hour of complete silence before he felt safe in calling out

 

"Hello? Anyone here?... If your hurt speak up I have some medical supplies!"

The moment Rhetoric spoke a figure came rushing out of the forest, similar to a wolf in body shape. That and it's wolf skull head. That's where the similarities ended. It's paws were gone, only sharp bone pegs, and it was completely furless other than the very large needles jutting outside of its torso at a backwards angle. It was running at the stallion at full speed, murder in its eyes as it screached. Edited March 5, 2016 by Colenso Rivers

[The Down Trotten 300]

@@Colenso Rivers,

 

Without thinking Rhetoric spun his cart around to hopefully bash this monster in the skull  giving him time to pull out his now trusty knife... As he did this Rhetoric oddly had a fleeting thought. How long could he survive these violent encounters?... He was just one pony with no combat training... 

 

None the less this thought was short and he was now once again in survival mode... although one final thought did stick in his mind 

 

Why is it always wolves... 

[Colenso Rivers 85]

@@Colenso Rivers,

 

Without thinking Rhetoric spun his cart around to hopefully bash this monster in the skull giving him time to pull out his now trusty knife... As he did this Rhetoric oddly had a fleeting thought. How long could he survive these violent encounters?... He was just one pony with no combat training...

 

None the less this thought was short and he was now once again in survival mode... although one final thought did stick in his mind

 

Why is it always wolves...

As the wolf leapt, the cart swung around and collided with the wolves bottom half, throwing him up and over the stallion and landing into the sea with a whine. Strangely enough, there was no splashing sound, but more like the sound of a stone to glass. And so it appeared as the water bent and refracted like it was made of crystal. The wolf was instantly covered in a series of deap cuts, and as it struggled and yelped to the shore, the cracking crystal sounds slowed it's movements as it granted it more and more lacerations.

The blood sunk to the bottom and was drunk by the sand below the liquid. Needless to say, the wolf didn't make it out.

[The Down Trotten 300]

@@Colenso Rivers,

 

A bit jaded by this point all Rhetoric said was "well I guess, don't drink the water..." and through the example of the wolf, Rhetoric figured out what had most likely happened to the bodies on the shore line... leaving only thing left to do... go into the woods. And consider that's where the wolf thing came from, the prospects weren't great 

 

"who knows...maybe past the woods is a cottage with a witch in it that will feed me till I'm fat and then eat me..." he said to himself sarcastically as he walked forward into the woods nervously  

[Colenso Rivers 85]

@@Colenso Rivers,

 

A bit jaded by this point all Rhetoric said was "well I guess, don't drink the water..." and through the example of the wolf, Rhetoric figured out what had most likely happened to the bodies on the shore line... leaving only thing left to do... go into the woods. And consider that's where the wolf thing came from, the prospects weren't great

 

"who knows...maybe past the woods is a cottage with a witch in it that will feed me till I'm fat and then eat me..." he said to himself sarcastically as he walked forward into the woods nervously

When Rhetoric entered the forest, it was clear that danger could only be seen at twenty feet away. None of the trees were leafless, and as he traveled figures appeared to be floating in the air, small ponies, in gowns, all other details weren't clear at that distance.