Void Bo$$; Dr. Money

... Things were looking rough around the Lawless Land these days since the economy went to hell and the rise of the Terrorlords built up to the sky. "Damn Shame," an anonymous voice spake out from the shadows of the Warrior's Wasteland, where the blood of the slain was soaked up in the land. "Looks like they're still afightin fer them scraps..." He shook his head as he walked out from the Void.

"Master Bills," the shiny figure aglow with an anonymous light beckoned from the glowing void of light that poureth from the great beyond, "Get the Shark Attack at the ready." The first light that dimmed from his shining finger atapping his golden cane beheld the Gold Serpent, which slithered up the arm of the velvet green jacket of the prestigious Dr. Money, whose face also was revealed the more he stepped into the darkness that mellowed his radiance as it slipped up his jacket sleeve and 'round his neck, resting gently upon his throat. He smirked, peering into the abysmal ruination with eyes filled with promise.

Master Bills, the lowly sidekick of Dr. Money, his right hand man, emerged from the splendiferous gateway of pure void light right behind his Master, taking notes on all that he said on his special mechanical device, making the necessary calculations as he should in order to record their progress.

"W-well, Dr. Money," he stammered, reviewing the major calculations in his head, eyes darting about as he plotted the points in the coordinates planes corresponding to the points of the City of Ruin and his own mechanical notation device in his hand, "... It seems to me that if we start now, then we should be able to sweep up the whole City in a matter of a few precise moves..." Continuing on, mumbling to himself and over himself, more so talking to himself than to Dr. Money at all, Master Bills checked off in his head and visibly with a neato looking pen object in the air the pinpoint locations of the weakest structures for the assault to be launched. "... Shark Attack should be ready for underground strike in only a few hours, and the calamity will surely level the entire land..." He even took into account the pieces of torn meat on the ground -- the fallen warriors to the hazards of the land and the cutthroat lawlessness of the system -- as well as those that still scraped and scrapped among themselves as they were. "... Plus, we'll have a nice feed for them, as well, since you know they love their fresh meat and blood..."

Gold Serpent was already on the job. Dr. Money flicked his cane out toward a direction that was already predetermined by his own plans that he originally formulated on his on accord, laughing maniacally and somewhat cynically under his breath. "Heeheehee, now I will go to my Tymon Mines and go loot mine own loins." He continued to giggle maniacally to himself, knowing the true intention behind his purpose falling to his own understanding. "Ghostly Hauntings, I Turn Loose..." He swiveled his staff around and continued his strut through the wastelands, formulating his own calculations and 'Recall'ing each of his variable 'Plots' which he had been privy to 'Pin'ing for a very long time in advance. "Now, 'Launch The Assault' over yonder, and swallow up that 'Gap' over there..."

*$Cha-CHING$*

'Quarterly Bombs' slid across the ground like slips of paper, yet naught but actual silver quarters being ejected from the shaft of his cane and out toward one of the buildings like a money dispenser, both filling the land with equivocated silver to be pieced in their respective units equated to perfection at a balance which always remained completely and totally equal among every living being that populated the streets of the city and those who worked in the buildings, if at all. It served as the set stipend to their wages which allowed for everyone to always have guaranteed quarterly quarters systematically cycled among them as their fixed income. It would blow out the buildings as actual bombs and begin to reconstruct the economy in a different fashion than before.

*$Chajaja-CHING$*

"Arright, if Dr. Money has all of this square, then that should be enough for a 'Shark Attack' or something over in that there direction..." He fiddled with his cane, still keeping in step and not losing 'Count' at all of any of his 'Deal'ings whilst he 'Motion'ed for several things to begin that were already in 'Order' based on divine organization prior to each of the major operations Tymon already had in place. "Tymonland will be a success." Dr. Money (whose true identity would remain a secret) guffawed like a 90's anime character about his 'Setup's which would spring into action 'On The Dime' and pop up a his maniacal machinations from the carcass of the fallen Babylon carcass which was preserved artificially in the Mechanica system.

"Ees about time to really set up shop." He already had plans in action that dealt with Tymon's own systems each functioning among themselves and was ready to distribute to each. "ChaChaCha-CHING." Fortunately for Dr. Money, his 'Secret Techniques' and knowhow of the mechanics of Valparaiso, the Lawless Land and why it was actually both barren and waste finally decided to redeem the land and cause it to once again run according to his plan and design as Tymon (whose 'Secret Techniques' would not be disclosed at the present). Valparaiso had been a desolate land for a while, and it was due to the economy slowly dying and being run into poverty relentlessly, as if their 'Blessing' from above was cut off and the fountains had run dry. No rain had been upon the land and so, the industries dried up due to 'Lack Of Funding'. Education plummeted, and so would competence run low to handle more complex tasks for such running and owning Businesses, thus also deteriorating the overall economic structure of the society and thus the City itself being weaker, just as it was whilst it was a Babylon.

"... Might get mehself a chicken wing special from the NeoZeroWorld Shoppe, or something... Fufufufufu..." He carried on at his own pace, steadily.

Master Bills smiled and sighed with relief once Dr. Money got started with his 'Master Plan' as he so called it, of which he, himself, seemed to have some knowledge of prior. The way things were set up, even after his secret dastardly attempts to sabotage Dr. Money all the way up to even this point, it seemed like he had everything covered. Though it was astounding and wonderful news that he was able to start up the Lawless Land and seemed to have plans 'In Store' for the future immediately on 'Startup', it also infuriated him that Dr. Money was so prepared so soon, since Master Bills, his lowly henchman, had first owned a business and also sought out Dr. Money's own during the uprising and only just recently became his henchman slave.


"... -Just- 'Tymonland,' huh...?" Master Bills grumbled under his breath, also still in communication with a great deal of people whilst he assisted Dr. Money in his various ventures, this being his most magnanimous yet. He'd hidden some traps of his own that he secretly thought to release in order to once again most nefariously deter Dr. Money on his rise, knowing his true identity and background, as well as some key points in Tymonland designs. Little did Dr. Money know, Master Bills still harbored some 'animosity' toward him which only grew as Dr. Money had overcome and single-handedly disarmed them during the attempts to destroy his 'Master Plan' before completion the entire way through. "... I've only got one shot..." he mumbled, his own secret legion of evil able to hear him in tandem with the people he normally communicated with. He spoke to them in codes so that they would respond and move whenever he ran the code with  a verbal response. "... It's Show Time!" he shouted out enthusiastically like a lame 90's anime protagonist or evil villain, both of which he deemed himself or was deemed automatically by his antagonism.

Whilst Dr. Money scuttled off, lost in his own maniacal thoughts and feelings, he remembered several dreams that reminded him of this scenario that he'd stepped into for the first and only time in his life with all of his gratuitous fortune from his recent accumulation of his inheritance, bursting and glittering from his eyes like a fiery explosion which caused his vision to sparkle with light and glimmer with shimmering twinkles which sifted into the air and faintly disappeared into the light soon after. With his scorching eyes, he shot out 'Checkpoints' which would take the shape as blaring and burning beams of light in the shape of white hot double bar dollar sign shaped rays which brandished blazing brands on the bloodened soil of the decaying land. "... From these specific points..." he went on, "... There should be an even distribution of the currency based on the 'Gold Standard' and basic 'Fixed Income' equivalent to the 'Value' of the dollar in the economic structure summed up to the last red cent." Dr. Money was well aware of how to distribute the coins which were to be inserted in order to start up and cycle the city as well as expunge all of the filth, stains, clogs and mechanical issues which came from calculative errors such as extra spending and forgery of information, inclusive to but not limited to theft, swindling, bribery, hacking, misinformation, inflation, deflation, reflation, uneven distribution, marketing, hording, greed, envy, clinging,  the Black Market, gambling, cheating, pimping, general cutthroat money-handling, falsified values and all other forms of number or value handling which was incorrect, especially by manual overwrite. "Each of the values should be reset automatically from the fixed income of several layers, from the tin up to the gold, which will layer upon itself and burn itself right into place from the paper up..." All Dr. Money had to do was lay out a path of paper to burn up for some tin to rest atop like the foundation of a new pavement.

"Will need a WHOLE 'Blowout Sale'..." he muttered on, still calculating the prospective costs for upstart.

Master Bills, who was also still in communication with Dr. Money in a similar fashion as those of the Dark Network (which their own private public network was referred to) though he was within proximity of him, could overhear clearly what he was mumbling about even though some of it was both garbled and seeming to be in some sort of personal code or format where only Dr. Money, himself understood what he went on about. Even so, the interest was very much there, as was his piqued curiosity.


"Blowout Sale, eh...?" Master Bills did not have knowledge of the full extent of Dr. Money's capabilities, but from the basic common terms in lingo (especially in business) that meant that he was going to do something spectacular with this run down systematic city and the dwindling inhabitants. "... Well, I'll have my own sort of fun, then..." Since he was in charge of the 'Shark Attack' and other unseen things that Dr. Money only choreographed and directed, though never actually waited to observe being done, Master Bills could have his own way a little bit (which he'd already been doing secretly, anyway). He continued to note what Dr. Money was saying and doing, yet ventured off on his own to oversee certain aspects by himself, thus breaking away from Dr. Money, himself.

Still stammering, Dr. Money continued to calculate each of the costs, expenses and charges to a mental account that would determine the full overall value of the situation at hand and the manner of its equivalent distribution with room left for equitable exponential growth in the future by natural gratuity through calculative accumulation already designed into the account via manner and style of calculation; Dr. Money's sharp money hungry double-bar dollar sign eyes. He saw his prey and he was about to mince it.

"Let's see here," he yammered on as he observed his own work and design in his head and thought about how to break up the work, itself; generation, cycling and recycling whilst also evolving and growing at a rate that would produce enough for himself, the land and itself simultaneously and without any type of decay or deterioration over time. "... Gonna hafta factor in 'Belphegor's Prime'..." he uttered, already having the knowledge prior of there being an actual method for the greatest form of debt on earth and in hell to heaven, itself; Belphegor's Prime - 1,000,000,000,000,066,600,000,000,000,001.

"One nonillion, sixty-six quadrillion, six hundred trillion and one." He scratched the bridge of his nose, furrowing his brow with intense thought for a moment. "... The next number would have to exponentially multiple into googolplex..." Dr. Money (A.K.A. Tymon) went on to note, noticing that in fact there was an actual -debt- that is a true -gap- in the social economic equity and the values of their own self worth and capacity for improvement of the value of life itself and the systematic sentience that went with each cycling rotation of the earth and evolution of mankind as the resourcefulness of humanity and the value of resources also shot up. "... That's only to stay out of perpetual debt..." Purgatory was a deep, dark hole that looked exactly like this slum wasteland, no matter how advanced it was, became or ever would be. This was the large hole that all the people lying, cheating, stealing, murdering, gambling and so on and so forth were causing in the economy both in their social habits and also their sociability with each other all the way up to how they spent their money, what they spent it on and what they paid attention to with the currency, itself. Burning it up in the incorrect fashion only ends up burying them ina debt they are not aware of nor that they are capable of replacing or replenishing because it has gone beyond their own ability to comprehend, yet there looms a residual negative value hanging over the heads of the entire community or nation as a deficit -and- this is the same with other nations. "The accumulative negative value of the equitable decline should all merge together to form the gap and also blend together just which areas are the most compatible for cooperation in systematic recovery in order to restore whichever system would be in a deficit at all for any reason." Essentially, it was the 'Street Of Gold' without any gold and led to a pathway to better and more valuable worldly materials via the use of and systematic cycling of those already active. "... That means I'll need at -LEAST- one quintillion, sixty-six billiard, six hundred billion and one dollars collectively in order to even -secure- this type of bridge without it collapsing..." he grinned a cheshire grin, "... Permanently. It meant that Dr. Money was going to have to pull from several places collectively and combine some currency into one by subtracting the dividing line between the two foreign or different currencies and returning their equity to its proper form as a value that actually amounts to the true value of the society and economy as well as its proper sustenance and systematic maintenance without needing any work and forming an upward slope that never ever declines.


First was to lay out the gold pavement on the ground to walk upon. That meant resolving Belphegor's Prime into a value that could systematically be increased by exponents into matching said value of (10^30 + 666 × 10^14 + 1). If the system that was established could not generate, sustain and/or maintain a value that would either instantaneously or gradually exponentially incline to eventually amount to said value *AND* also be able to double again to prepare for if such would collapse upon itself and fall back into 'Belphegor's Gap' once again, meaning extra calculative work and analytical formation or preparation.

Dr. Money was (fortunately) already on top of it and had been for a long time... Hence, 'Tymonland' in the Lawless Land of Valparaiso. It had special memories for he and parts of himself. Dr. Money could look back on this and see the branch of the tree that brought him out of hell and many others any time he reflected on the events of Tymonland and what he'd seen in a series of vivid dreams all throughout his entire life from childhood. Though his eyes were fixed on an income, they were dead set on the prize. The goal was in clear sight and Dr. Money had the chance to slip through.

He checked his blind spots -- corner gaze -- then listened for any overhearing that perhaps Master Bills would have been doing either via presence or actual communication and allowed his own overlapping thoughts to veil his words and cover his mind like an invisible sheet or screen projected from his own mind as a wall that a certain electromagnetic frequency could not permeate unless of greater electromagnetic polarity, magnitude or degree. Dr. Money wasn't completely trusting of Master Bills and already knew that he had a habit of dipping his head and hands a little too far into the pot trying to fit his will and way into something that wasn't entirely Dr. Money's own vision and plan to the utmost tic-tac exactness. Dr. Money (otherwise known as TYMON) knew the work of his own hands and saw when someone else tainted or poisoned it with their own whether or not he invited them. Yet, for some reason he was unbothered by this and continued to think on whilst maintaining his mental screen and letting his scrambled mind set its own values and lock them into place as if cracking open a safe that only he knew the logic, formulae and values to.

Robo Dome-O (2009)

~Mechanica~

Genre: Mecha

Synopsis: Aliens and other interdimensional beings all gather together at the interdimensional machine colosseum, the Robo Dome-O to test out their respective machines for the title of robotic supremacy in the universe.

Characters:

Freezma (Operator) and Glaze (Machine): From the Ice Dimension.
Type: Ice
Capabilities: Great Defense, Non-Slip Traction, Freezing Effect

Jelly (Operator) and Jellatent (Machine): From the Water Dimension.
Type: Water
Capabilities: Can float/hover above ground and on top of water, Exceptional swimming speed, Has sonar scanner. Not effected by any terrain or terrain changes.

Minima (Operator) and Maxima (Machine): From Heaven.
Type: Light
Capabilities: Teleportation, Flight, Light Manipulation, Not effected by any terrain or terrain changes, Uber speed.

Mermir (Operator) and Slipmer (Machine): From Planet Atlantis.
Type: Water
Capabilities: Able to swim, complete environmental traction, minor shape shifting

Penguinne (Operator) and Pengy (Machine): From the $$$.
Type: Dark
Capabilities: Hovering, Universal Traction, Universal Swimming

Draky (Operator) and Mechbat (Machine): From the Dark Dimension.
Type: Dark
Capabilities: Universal Night Vision, Universal Sound Decoding, Flight, Not effected by terrain or terrain change.

Miss Nurse (Operator) and Hello Nurse (Machine): From the Medical Department.
Type: Neutral
Capabilities: Able to restore or repair what is broken or injured, high speed movement.

Shadog (Operator) and Demon Ram (Machine): From Hell.
Type: Dark
Capabilities: Physically powerful, Teleportation, Flight.

Shadow Figure (Operator) and Shadow Locust (Machine): From the Abyss.
Type: Dark
Capabilities: Convergence with Shadows and Darkness, Physically powerful, Flight.

Turteli (Operator) and Tortus (Machine): From Earth.
Type: Earth
Capabilities: Not effected by terrain change, Slow, but Powerful, Able to Swim, Weakness scanner, Defense Mode (Shell), Tank

Sparkles (Operator) and Shockat (Machine): From the Machine Planet.
Type: Electric
Capabilities: High speed movement, Power over electricity, Able to hack into electronics, Physically powerful

Beet (Operator) and Steel Beetle (Machine): From the Machine Planet.
Type: Earth
Capabilities: Highly durable, Loyal, High attack power, Slow, but Efficient.

Friss (Operator) and Gaw (Machine): From the Tribal Dimension.
Type: Earth
Capabilities: Physically powerful, High speed movement

Colonel Ping (Operator) and Sergeant Metal (Machine): From Earth.
Type: Earth
Capabilities: Loyal, Ruthless, Not that powerful, but very swift, Able to change arms into variant military weapons.

Prince Aq (Operator) and Aquai (Machine): From Planet Atlantis.
Type: Water
Capabilities: Elastic, extensible body, Able to float and swim at high speed, Manipulates water, Unaffected by terrain difference or change.

And so, the conclusion of the matter was... Master Bills, who started a whole thing against Dr. Money -- who was Tymon, The Tyranophant -- ended up all falling apart, collapsing and crumbling on his head, giving him a terrible 'Humpty-Dumpty' of a breakdown off of his high horse pedestal right underneath Dr. Money's right hand, and all the things that Dr. Money -- that Tyranophant, Tymon -- did came to full circle, right around this motherfucking time, and the Gold Serpent he sent out ages ago, into the Robo Dome-O for the Mechanica, would slip back to him, after initializing the Mechanica story of the Lawless Land. Thus, the TRUE gentrification -- which was indeed for the Mechanica to overrun and take care of the Lawless Land -- would continue under Dr. Money, who already planned it.

"I Love It When A Plan Comes Together," the Tyranophant said, making a face, and smoking a cigar.

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The Tyranophant -- who had taken on his Ungodly form as Typhon -- watched from afar, still in the Lawless Land, all the things that Billial (Master Bills) had done, for... The TRUE identity of Dr. Money, who had been doing all of these things to the Lawless Land to gentrify it, was none other than... Tycoon Ty-kun, The Tyranophant, himself. And this was just his revenge on Bill for doing that dumbfuck shit he even started several years ago, down to the gathering of the Ungods and the Ungodly, and all else that happened and was spoken of in the story of Dr. Money.

Typhon watched and pointed and laughed, and goaded the Lawless Ones -- those Valparaiso Denizens -- to do so as well, as the first thing that happened, whilst fighting the Mongolem. Just to make all of the Ungods and Falshin (those False Gods) feel absolutely shitty about being tricked into being trapped into being put on display just for the sake of their own gain in the Veritas, in the Lawless Land, which The Tyranophant, Ty-kun, was setting up for the entire time... Which is all recorded in the Lawless Land, by Ty-kun's cinematic Dimension Eyes.

"Fucking Priceless," he said to Mojo Jojo JR. "Once Again, The Day Is Saved, Thanks Tooooo..." he pointed to himself viciously decisively, "ME, DAMMIT!!!!" And he owned that shit, and strut around, in the sky, to piss them off, because they were contained, and only were to be on display some more, in his own Terrarium, in the Lawless Land, in the Veritas, by the Law of the Veritas, whilst everyone looked on and saw how Bill Gates continued on his path to destruction he led more people down.