Post-Apocalyptic War Pt. XI :: Zettai Reido; The Tundra

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Grand Tabrynth opened up the Master Control cockpit for himself and absorbed the energy of the universe of the Lost World inside of it, where the Tenth Restriction of himself had embedded himself within. With a shining light, Grand Tabrynth would become an enlarged version of Kairo Tymon, who was the Tenth Restriction, and previously had become one with the Lost World's Universe.

"Now I'll Show You," Kairo Tymon spake, voice echoing throughout all the Lost World's Universe, "What I Meant By 'THE END'." His body was attached to the universe; merged with it in a fashion where his legs, arms, and back of the head were cosmically blended into the universe. He was so large, however, he could be seen from the Lost World like one of their luminaries.

"I Have Horsemen, As Well," Kairo Tymon continued to speak, "And They Are My Four Faces -- My Four Daughters, Who Protect My Throne!" His body slipped into the universe fluidly, leaving only his enormous face visible to the entire cosmos. "They Are My Grand Masters, And I, The Grandmaster, Himself, Am The One That Commands Them!" Kairo Tymon's eyes flashed, and with it, he summoned his Four Faces.

"Gamemaster, Grand Tabritha; Weaponmaster, Grand Excalibur; Judgemaster, Grand Cross; Willmaster, Grand Genesia." Four names he hadn't called for what seemed like eons. He hadn't seen the Tenth Restriction of his daughters in quite some time, and now they would be all together. "Come."

The first to be called was Grand Tabritha, the Gamemaster. A maniacal giggling could be heard coming from the edges of space before a long black-haired girl in a white kimono emerged, just about as large as Kairo Tymon's head. "So They Want To Play, Huh?" were the first words out of her mouth. "I'm Game." She sniggered and giggled all the way to the North face of the Lost World, gazing at it through eyes with several rings in them, "I'll Show You How To REALLY Play The Game Of Life!"

The second to be called was the Weaponmaster, Grand Excalibur, known also as CREATIA. It was the alpha ultimate final omega weapon that could assume any form, including that of a person, which it did. That person looked like a woman with a witch's hat, a long, flowing gown, and long gloves that went up to her arms. Granted, this was not her true form, but a chosen form for the occasion -- one that was of the original Grand Magistrate. Her hair was long and filled with colors of all the spectra.

She said not a word, but hovered to the East side of the planet, suddenly shifting from the form of a woman to that of a weapon that shined brightly and flashed with a light that was nigh unbearable. It was a sword of pure light, the Grand Excalibur, which pointed itself at the Lost World.

The third to appear was the Judgemaster, Grand Cross, known casually as Lu'Ciere. She was made completely of crystal and adorned in a crystalline armor that seemed to be part of her body. There was a halo in the back of her head in the shape of an enormous clock face with the number thirteen on it, and a headdress that was large and grandiose, covering her eyes.

"Judgment Is Swift," said Lu'Ciere, crossing her arms and hovering to the West side of the planet. She hovered there with her sisters, awaiting the final to appear before them.

The final to appear was the Willmaster, Grand Genesia, otherwise known as the Holy Trinity. She was an ethereal girl who was made up of several different energies -- all of the energies of every element. She was in the shape of a little girl, but her appearance was mostly formless, energy randomly surging through her body -- BECOMING her body -- and converting into a different state of energy.

"My Time In This Tale Has Come," the Holy Trinity said, clasping her ethereal hands together and closing her energetic eyes, "Your Wish Is My Command, Daddy."

Grand Genesia hovered to the South side of the Lost World, completing the Four Faces.

"Excellent," Kairo Tymon said as he watched his daughters assemble, "Now, I Give To You Our Storehouse Of All Things -- Zettai Reido; The Tundra. Use It Well, My Daughters, To Lay Waste The Lost World With Each Of Your Respective Powers." The four of them together were meant to act as the governing powers of the Veritas, however to other universes, they were the equivalent to the Four Horsemen.

And Kairo Tymon was the Headless Horseman.

"Initiate The Veritas Sequence Upon Them," Kairo Tymon commanded, closing his eyes, "Use 'The Tundra' Well." It was a mobile living warship that carried all of the miscellanea of the Veritas within it, doubling as a Storehouse. "Whatever You May Need, You Will Find Within The Tundra," Kairo Tymon said, his face fading away. "I Gave Them Life, And Now I Will Take It Away." They were still feeding off of Tymon's life force. Where they were once dead, Tymon came and revived them AGAIN only to find that they were still just as wicked and senseless as when they were destroyed the first time. So now, it was time to do it again.

"Daddy Loves You," were his final parting words to his girls as he resumed BEING the Lost World's Universe.

Grand Tabritha, the Gamemaster, was first to move, as is tradition. She had to set up everything, as the Gamemaster should.

"PIECES!!" she cried out, assembling the Lost Worlders like they were Chess pieces, "BOARD!!" The Lost World became unfolded at the seams and flattened to a single surface, bearing multiple terrain.

"ARGUS CARD SYSTEM :: ACTIVATE"

At that moment, several glowing energy cards appeared before Grand Tabritha, seven altogether.

"PLAYER :: SET"

She immediately placed her Piece on the Field, using what looked like a Queen's piece, yet with some modifications to the crown. It was no simple Queen -- it was the Gamemaster Piece; the God Piece.

"GAME START :: TURN 1"

Manifesting before her were large, disembodied crystalline hands that hovered over the Field as if ready to pick up a Piece. They did nothing, however, and simply floated there in a foreboding fashion over the Field.

At the beginning of the Turn, Grand Excalibur floated above the Field like a Cursor, pointing at a specific location on the map.

"KNIGHT :: MANUAL OVERWRITE"

She could tell that the one pulling the strings using multiple characters in the game was also facilitating the game, making it an advantage toward him that was directly in his favor. This is what Grand Excalibur was targeting, and was going to 'Manual Overwrite'.

He had four different Topics and four different Characters within the Topics moving everything along. One of his characters, however, was nothing but a Knight. He had a King, a Queen, a Knight, and a Gamemaster. The Knight was the Character that he played as his own son. That Piece was about to indirectly have interference with the Queen, which was playing the adversary for them. The King -- his Main Character -- was in motion in two places at once, but the secondary placement was negligible, as it only bore weight as a cipher to the REAL happenings keeping that place from dying again.

To rid the Knight, Grand Excalibur would have to rewrite his role in the story. That could be done in the next Turn.

Now came Judgment.

"Hmm..." the Judgemaster hummed, placing a hand to her chin, "The Other Pieces In The Game..." She crossed her legs, watching everything unfold. "Several Pawns And A Knight, It Looks Like. All Keeping The Game Moving." This was the Judgment of the Judgemaster. "Judgment Is Swift," she reiterated.

"If We're Going To Get To The King, We Need To Take Out His Little Pawns And Those Knights, One Of Which Is He, Himself. The King Must Be Trapped In His Own Web, Not In Ours." Those Pawns were the key to his own plan, but they were the ONLY things keeping him going. "Without The Pawns, He Has No One But Himself, And He Loses." Simple as that.

"They Are Moving In Direct Spite To Us, Knowing That We Are Watching And Waiting On Their Movements." She rubbed her chin a bit... "It's A Game Of Shadows." This would require high-end manipulation. Fortunately, they had the maniples for such prestidigitation. "I Believe If We Move Our Hands The Right Way, We Can Influence This Game Into Something Less... Intriguing. Once It Becomes A Chore And A Bore Because The Asstral King Over There Decides To Take Everything For Himself, He Will Expose His Own Glory-Hogging Ways. Not That The Pawns Care, But That Is Only The First Step In A Very, Very, Very Long Plan."

In no way was this going to be short, nor easy... But it would be fun... Until it got boring, that is. That's the goal.

Grand Genesia's part in this plan was simple: Influence. The Willmaster was the one who had to deal with the siphoning of Willpower from the rest of the Pieces. But that required an entrapment, first. "I'll Pass," she said sweetly, rubbing her eyes sleepily, then yawning. "Looks Like Everything Is Already At A Boring Climax. They Could Spice It Up A Bit, To Make This More Fun For Us." The more anti-epic this fight was, the more difficult it would be to maintain influence over. "Right Now, They're Feeding Off Of Us, Right? Well... If We Let Them Feed On Themselves... They'll Get Bored." Grand Genesia shrugged. "I'll Start Making Things Happen When They Start Being More Epic," she said rather decidedly.

???: "No, It's MY Turn! I Wanna Play!"

The disembodied voice of what sounded like a very malicious child echoed throughout the cosmos, bringing with it the fear and dread of the powerful entity that it belonged to -- the young master Ty-chan; Tymon's child form.

Ty-chan: "They Have Declared War With ME And I Wanna PLAY!!!"

Ty-chan appeared first as a crystal clear crystal, hovering above them all in the shape of a crystal, but quickly morphed into the form of a child in a flowing robe that looked like a blanket wrapped around his body. "You All Are Doing It Wrong! They Don't Care About How Orderly We Take Them Down!" Ty-chan protested, grabbing one of the Pieces, "You Gotta Use FORCE! YOU MUST DESTROY THEM!!" With his voice alone, he Smote the piece in his hand with a strike of lightning from a vortex that appeared in the sky, then obnoxiously hurled the piece back down to the ground, sending it through time and into a different timeline, wherein which the board would suddenly split vertically into two boards, the lower board being on a grid. "You Have Betrayed Me..." Ty-chan said angrily, suddenly very into what was going on in the other timeline, "You Have Waged War Against Me..." he continued to say, clenching his fists, "BUT YOU WILL PAY!!!"

Ty-chan traced the lines of text that were before him in the post he was responding to and looked only for the key factors in it -- the weak points -- that could be tampered with and maliciously mangled. "SUFFER AS I HAVE SUFFERED!!" He shook the bottom board, which was layered with water and had a ship on it, causing turbulence like that of a storm. He gazed into it with his sharp, vicious eyes and violently glared at them until they started fighting from his sheer malice influencing them alone. The fight was pretty intense, but it was all at the hand of Ty-chan.

"Everyone Else, Make Your Moves. Mine Is Done." Ty-chan's very glare was enough to destroy their little flashback alternate timeline in a flash, and he intended to continuously glare malignantly at them until the malice in his heart manifested as something more tangible on the field when they made their next moves. "You Dance To The Beat Of MY Drum!! YOU MOVE WHEN I SAY MOVE!!!"

And they did. They really, truly did.

"DANCE, SLAVES!! DANCE AND PRANCE AND MAKE FANCIFUL FICTIONS THAT WILL ONLY BE YOUR ESCAPE FROM THE REALITY THAT I ALONE WILL RULE OVER YOU ALL!!" Ty-chan stomped on the board, throwing his hands up and laughing maniacally, as he did whenever he played with -- and destroyed -- his toys.

Suddenly, though, he had a memory -- a memory of when he actually did play with toys at a young age and destroyed them in the same way he destroyed things to this very day: Insanely and maliciously. Throwing them across the room until they exploded, stepping on them, dropping them from insane heights and watching them smash to pieces... He remembered his little castle and his blocks when he used to play 'Judge' and sentenced his prisoners. "That Was..." Ty-chan said, tears coming to his eyes at his playful memories, "... That Was A Long Time Ago..." He looked at his hands. "... And Still..." He clenched his fists. "... And Still...!!!" His eyes sharpened to slits, tremendous power exploding from his body with the remnant memory of his childhood running across his mind so gingerly. "AND STILL I JUST BREAK ALL OF MY TOYS I PLAY WITH!!!"

But the thing about Ty-chan was that he KEPT his toys no matter WHAT condition they were in... And he kept them for a very, very, very long time. Even as an adult, there were toys he had that were kept since childhood, some brutally maimed or broken apart, others scratched up and battered... And others still simply intact. He kept those toys... Just like he was going to keep these ones that used to be his 'Friends', until they turned their backs on him and waged war against him.

"Don't Forget..." Ty-chan said to the Piece serving as the Ambassador, tears streaming down his vehement eyes, "... I Will Destroy You..."

With that, he let everything return to order... To the next Turn, dictated by the Gamemaster, Grand Tabritha.

"Now, Now, Ty-chan..." a very mysterious, alluring voice spake out from the aether, "It's Only A Game." From Ty-chan's head, cosmic energy gathered and a hand would form, extending from the wrist down into an arm. Glowing stars that looked like the light of eyes glistened in the darkness of space as Ty-sama -- the elder version of Tymon -- took complete form from out of the cosmic energy. His hair was long and beautiful, as was his dignified face. He wore robes of aether that resembled a kimono, and they trailed off into the cosmos. "If You Destroy Them, You Will Not Be Able To Play With Them Any Longer," Ty-sama said with a malicious wisdom, a certain glint shining in his sharp eyes, "... You Must Let Them Believe They Have A Hope Of Victory Before Crushing Them... And Even Then, You Mustn't Totally Destroy Them." Ty-sama lifted a finger to Ty-chan, saying then, "You Want To Play With Them Again After You Defeat Them, Don't You?" Ty-sama smiled.

"Daughter," Ty-sama spake unto Grand Tabritha, the Gamemaster, "It Is Your Turn. I Have Yet To Decide If I Will Partake Of The Festivities, But I Am Going To Observe..." He pat Ty-chan on the head. "And, Keep Ty-chan Under Control. Hmhmhm~!" The elegant man took to his knees, sitting upon them in a traditional style as he observed the game being played by both worlds. "The Lost Worlders Are Certainly Trying To Be Tactful... However Sneakily It Might Be." Ty-sama chuckled. "This Should Prove Most Interesting, Indeed. They Are A Tenacious People, And Seek To Take An Opportunity When The Veritas Is Actively Busy With Other Affairs. Quaint." It was a tactic, definitely, and it would almost work... If there weren't a strange malicious willpower that kept Tymon going.

Tymon did not like being insulted as he was, and now they'd pay the price for it.

With all of the information gathered by and from her sisters, the Gamemaster could work with the next turn.

"TURN 2 :: START"

The 'Game Hands' that floated over the board deftly maneuvered the Gamemaster piece into the fray, assimilating it with a piece that was already on the board.

"GAMEMASTER :: INTEGRATION"

The Gamemaster would unify herself with the Black Horseman, causing her piece to become that one. Why this was so important was for the manipulation portion in all of this, for with this piece came the rest of the game that was being played. All the Pawns but one had yet to move and the Knight was being handled by the Weaponmaster. What the Asstral King sought to make into development for himself would become the reason why he would fail at his doings.

After so long of waiting and watching the Lost World, Ty-sama saw that it began to churn again. "It Is Time," he uttered, raising an elegant hand up toward the planet. "They Are Keeping Up With Us," he noted, "But That Means Nothing When The Time Comes To Act. And Now... It Is My Turn."

Ty-sama's hand tensed as it neared the planet, as if reaching to grab it or something on it, but stopped before it reached the stratosphere. "The Dragon Family," he muttered aloud, watching them closely, "They Belong To Me." This seemed to be something personal between Ty-sama and this family of dragons that were facing off in combat. Ty-sama swirled his hand about as if mixing a cauldron, stirring the atmosphere of the Lost World with its presence.

When the woman began to complete hand seals, Ty-sama began completing one-handed seals, each with a purpose to direct the energy and flow of the dragon family.

As this occurred, Ty-sama raised his other hand to the Lost World, letting his fingers penetrate the atmosphere this time. "The Pawns Stir Before The Judgemaster's Turn," said he, "So I Will Stir The Pawns Myself In Retaliation To Their Movement." The Lost Worlders were struggling, it could be told, to spite the Veritas in their motion, but Ty-sama was going to make it easier for them. This would be no fun if they simply gave up.

The new Pawn was interesting, however nothing but a feint to test the waters and judgment of the Veritas. "Have You No More Pawns To Stir For You?" Ty-sama questioned the one pulling the strings behind all of this -- the one who disrespected Tymon, himself. "Is This Really All You Can Do?" There was much for the Veritas to do. That is what made this game with the Lost Worlders so challenging.

"Move," Ty-sama commanded with forceful intent. His hand began to churn the atmosphere of the Lost World, swirling it about with his hand that was doing no hand seals.

The Knight had not yet moved, but the Pawns were being moved now. This meant that the Weaponmaster had to pass a turn in order for the Manual Overwrite process to function. However, as it stood, the Knight was not in motion, and therefore was overwritten for the sake of other Pieces.

"PASS," the Weaponmaster said, still hovering over the Knight as a sword of judgment, "We Will Wait Until The Knight Moves To Act Upon The Manual Overwrite." Passing was certainly a move in this matter, and now that the Lost Worlders were in motion again, the Veritas could retaliate effectively and accordingly.

The Judgemaster's turn came again. "Hmmm," she thought, recognizing the spiteful movements of the Lost Worlders, "They Are Aware Of Our Presence, At Least." She understood that. "But Do They Understand That We're The Ones Who Have Control Over The Game?" She switched her crossed legs as she gazed at the board, watching the Pawns fall for the bait. "We've Been Patiently Silent Waiting For Them To Move On Their Own, Making It Seem Like We No Longer Cared... However The Pawns Took That Opening And It Now Seems Like They Have Fallen Into Our Trap."

The essential idea was to have the Lost Worlders begin something and influence it in the direction that the Four Masters of the Veritas wanted them to go, which began with the Pawns. They were what kept the King alive, but the Knights helped to make the Pawns more eager to move, protecting them. It was almost like an actual medieval playing field. "I Will Take It Upon Myself To Deal With A Different Pawn, Now That The Roaches Have Come Scurrying Out Of The Woodworks After Testing The Waters To See If The Veritas Was Still Watching." The malicious patience of the Veritas was phenomenal. "As Was Stated, This Is Only The Beginning Of A Very, Very, Very Long Process. There Will Be Stops Occasionally On Their End, But More Or Less, They Will Be In Motion And We Will Be Guiding That Motion With Our Hands."

Finally, the Judgemaster made her move. "The Ugly One Is But A Bishop That Is Helping Support The King. She Is No More Valid Than A Pawn, But Much More In Tune With What Is Going On." That Bishop was a vampiress that had changed into something ugly. "They Exist On A Different Timeline Than The One The Gamemaster Is On, So I'll Make A Separate Board For Them, As Well." From the top of the original Board, another holographic one much like the one Ty-chan had created would drift upward and layer itself above it. There, the two fighting -- the Asstral King and vampiress Bishop -- could be monitored and swayed more easily. "Seems Like We've Got Several Different Boards To Keep Up With," the Judgemaster said curiously, pinching her chin thoughtfully. "Let Us Ruin The Bishop's Movement."

The grotesque vampiress that had now transformed was the Target. She would be moved to defeat the Asstral King in combat for the sake of her own glorification, wherein which the Asstral King would concede because of his ambition to boost the pride of the vampiress up. "Therefore..." the Judgemaster said, "... Bishop, Capture The King." There were no sides to this unusual game, there were only Pieces and playing Fields. No one belonged to another, and everyone was their own Pieces.

"As For The Pawns," the Judgemaster spake, turning her attention to the Willmaster, "It Is Finally Time For You To Act, Willmaster."

With that, the Judgemaster ended her turn and assessment.

The Willmaster perked up at the mention of her name, seeing that the Wills of the Lost Worlders were perking up as well. "Yaaay~!" the Willmaster cheered childishly, "They're Moving! They're Moving!" She watched with intent as a new Piece was brought into the scenario -- another Knight -- along with the Pawns. The Pawns were busy collaborating with themselves in a specific topic that was finally getting some action thanks to the previous sentiments of the Veritas mentioning how boring they were. "We Fooled You~!" the Willmaster said, sticking out her tongue, "We Just Wanted You To Do Stuff!"

That said, she would be dealing with the Pawns. They were still doing boring things, but at least they were in motion. Their Gamemaster had decided to make things interesting, catering to the Wills of those that were on this Field. "Lessee... I Think It's Time To Activate What Karu Put In Place A Long Time Ago!" That was something that had to do with their Wills and Nature Destruction. The Willmaster would use the latent energy that Karu left within the Pawns to cause their Wills to spark up even further, making them all the more eager to continue with their plans and activities. "Whenever We Feel Like It, We'll Destroy That Will, But Right Now, It's Time To Build It Up Up Up!" Yes, they were being built up for the specific sake of being torn down, but when it came time, they would understand why that was so devastating a tactic.

"Now Make The Knights Move!" the Willmaster commanded, throwing her hands out and letting a rain of sparkles flutter over the Field like snow. The Knights that were stagnant should have started to move again and make for further inspiration for the Pawns, so that this little game could keep going...

And that was all the Willmaster would do for now.

Unlike the Four Masters, Ty-chan was getting rather bored waiting for the Ambassador to move along with his knight. They always took so long and procrastinated, so he knew he'd be waiting for a very long time if he continued to play with them. "BAH!!" Ty-chan yelled, swiping at the board and causing some turbulence in the seas of that timeline, "This Is No Fun! I'm Going To Go Stalk One Of The More Active People." With vehement eyes and a malicious smile, he spotted the ones that were starting a new topic. That meant a new Board to play on.

Ty-chan stuck his face into the area where the new scene was going on and let himself merge with it, becoming one with the scenario whilst it was still fresh. The little Pawn that was being moved independently with the Gamemaster of the Lost World would be met with the violence that was Ty-chan's very intent, murderous and very much vicious to be around. Whatever he thought he was facing, he was actually facing Ty-chan, who was not keen on losing nor being bored. This Pawn would entertain him, and the Gamemaster of the Lost World would be forced to do Ty-chan's bidding or suffer complete stagnancy. "DANCE!!!" Ty-chan commanded, voice bellowing across the Field at the Pawn and Gamemaster of the Lost World.

"Finally, It Seems They Have Brought Me Out," an ominous and serious voice said. "They Have Been Inspired By My Work, It Seems... Things I've Already Had Prepared For Years Just Now Sparking Something In Them That Only Happened Just Today." A face with several halos crowned upon it manifested from space, remaining transparent for the most part, but still visible to some degree. "Like I Said," Kairo Tymon, the one to whom the face belonged, said.

Kairo Tymon: "I'm The One Running The Show."

After giving his dialogue, he did nothing but allow his face and halos to disappear back into the Lost World's Universe, merged with it at its depths and influencing it from the inside out. "I Am The One That Gave You Light." Kairo Tymon was one with their Universe, meaning that what he did had a direct and indirect effect on their doings in multiple ways, including in the meta. "I Am The One That Gave You Life." It was true -- the Lost World was stagnant and dead until Tymon came back yet again and breathed life into it, as was tradition, at this point. "... And I Am The One That Will Take It Away." These words were spoken into the Universe, and Kairo Tymon disappeared.

"TURN 3 :: START"

Grand Tabritha giggled maniacally as she saw that everything was working out according to how she was playing. The Tenth Restriction was nothing to mess around with, and the Lost Worlders were about to learn why first hand.

"GAMEMASTER :: HANDS"

The hands floating around the Piece chosen by Grand Tabritha, remaining in a fixed position. These 'Hands' multiplied -- seventeen hands silently floated beside her, pulsing with energy and a faint red hue around them.

"Heeheeheehee!! It's Like They Are TRYING To Get Manipulated!" Grand Tabritha jeered. She watched attentively as the now possessed Pawn of this Gamemaster engaged the Asstral King in combat, which allowed her the time she needed to continue her manipulation of the situation. Her first set of Hands grabbed a Piece that was messing with the other Pawns -- a 'Creature' Piece.

She only responded with a slight smirk as she carried on with her manipulation, watching as the Gamemaster Piece blackened the entirety of the battlefield. Without the sun's light, the all of them would be subject to the effects of the 'Great Darkness'. This time, each of her seventeen hands changed their position. They were going for other Pieces -- the Pawns.

The Pawns were busy shuffling around the library field trying to be distractions, but Grand Tabritha knew where the real action was. The Pawns would serve as just what they were -- Pawns. "I Will Set Up These Pieces So That You Can Take Them Down, Dear Sisters." The seventeen hands -- one hovering over the Gamemaster Piece -- each selected one of the Pawns as well as the Knights in play at the time. Grand Tabritha was the one that made moves whilst her sister Lu'Ciere dealt with the judgments to be had.

The Lost Worlders were trying their best to keep their morale up, and it was clear... But that's what Holy Trinity was for. She was the one keeping them engaged, and when it was time, they would return to their boring little world of cheap thrills and planned scenarios, trying to make them more fun than they were. Real fun came from freedom, and that's what these Lost Worlders had no idea about... Nor would they find out about ever again. Not with the Veritas breathing down their necks.

Now, Ty-sama was in the middle of stirring up the Pawns and driving them to act, which is what happened, but instead of just Pawns squabbling about, there came another very important Piece. "They Are Trying To Spite Me Still," he said with an elegant smile upon his face. But Ty-sama was indeed more clever and had ways to move things in his direction.

"I Inspire You To Grow," he said, shifting his hand through signs that were intended for the dragon family toward himself, now, continuing them single-handedly. "I Make You Thrive," he continued, his shadow splitting from himself into a double, "And I Make You Move." Ty-sama's other hand stopped stirring the atmosphere just long enough for his Living Shadow, Allsgrim, to act on his behalf. Whilst Ty-sama dealt with the obvious bait, he would send his Living Shadow to continue to pursue the dragon family, still doing hand signs as if he hadn't stopped before. Ty-sama, himself, however, completed what he was doing with an alternate set of hand signs that were geared toward the rarity he was encountering in the Diamond Mines. He could not help but laugh, finding it humorous that they were working the diamond mines for him. "I Have Diamond Mines On The Veritas, Too," he'd say as he prepared his technique, "But I Don't Mind If You All Give Me Yours, Too!"

With a dark swash of his hand over the land, he would call out "KIRYU!!" and let his 'Speed Division' work its way over the land, cutting their posting speed down to half of its efficacy. This slash of his bare hand left a sinister slice of energy in its wake that was not unlike that of the shining edge of a blade, though there was no sword in the hand of Ty-sama. He didn't need THAT yet.

Again, with his free hand, he would let it delve down into the depths of the atmosphere and, this time, instead of stirring the pot and causing them to stir, he would release a powerful force from his hand that would cause them to become pressurized, pressing them for as much as they were worth. "You Think I Am Trying To Stop You?" he laughed, his Living Shadow extending its hand in the image of Ty-sama, "Far Be It From Me! You Are MY Entertainment!" Ty-sama laughed again and let the Living Shadow spread its darkness across the Lost World's atmosphere. "Continue!" Ty-sama commanded, "And Do It Through My Onslaught." He was having a blast meddling with the Lost World, as usual. It didn't matter what they did or what they thought, the Veritas was already counteracting it, just as before.

"Let's See How Fast They Move Now," Ty-sama said as he let his Living Shadow continue its hand signs with purpose, Ty-sama himself watching carefully to see how they would work under the pressure of his hand... And how fast they could run.

The Knight still had yet to move, but the Gamemaster was busy moving Pawns about. That Knight that the Weaponmaster had chosen as its target halted in complete fear of it, and in such a judgment, was 'Manually Overwritten' into something else. This 'Knight' was no longer a 'Knight', but a Pawn.

It had no further use after it had been intimidated.

"MANUAL OVERWRITE COMPLETE," the Weaponmaster bellowed, the Knight becoming a Pawn being the 'Manual Overwrite' that occurred. "Next It Moves, It Will Be As A Pawn." There were new Knights about; Knights that had come from pawns.

"TARGETING..." the enormous glowing sword-cursor said, shifting from the Manually Overwritten Knight-To-Pawn to a different Knight. Once it had selected a new 'Target', the Weaponmaster would rest. Shifting targets was its move.

It was now the Judgemaster's move again. "The Bishop Has Captured The King," she said, "However, It Seems Like There Is Another Bishop Moving In Tune With A Knight, And A Few Pawns That Are Becoming More Active." The Judgemaster shook her head. "It Is Just As You Wanted, Father. They Have Been Pressured Into Making Moves, And So They Have Moved At Our Behest."

They were scurrying like ants without a nest.

"It Is About Time That I Make My Move, For There Is Nothing Noteworthy About The Pawns Facing Off Against A Creature. That Was Simply A Ploy To Make The Scenario More Interesting, As It Was Becoming Rather Dull And Repetitive." The Judgemaster yawned, feeling the boredom, herself. "That Asstral King Has Made Sure Not To Move Whilst We Are Watching, But He Is The Sneaky Chameleon -- He WILL Move, Just Not As Swiftly As He Wishes." The Judgemaster smirked. "He's... Waiting For Us." That was a bad move, to say the least.

"Let's See What They Do. They've Gotten Their Willpower From The Willmaster," the Judgemaster noted, watching the Lost Worlders spitefully move with spirit, "But Father's Technique Will Soon Lay Upon Them Just As The Willmaster's Power Did." The Judgemaster shook her head. "They Are Not Aware Of The Fact That We Are Manipulating Their Very Wills, At This Point, And More So Making Them Move By Their Defiance." She shrugged. "This Is Folly. I Have No Move To Make Right Now," she concluded. "I Will Leave It Up To The Willmaster." With that, the Judgemaster would "Pass."

It was all going according to the Willmaster's wishes. The Knights moved and the Pawns' motivation to move was built up. They were moving, though erratically, and it was glorious.

However...

"I'm Boooored," the Willmaster said, leaning to one side, "I Thought They Would Do Something Interesting If I Made Them Move, But They Ended Up Doing Booooring Things." It was so annoying to watch them be boring and for them to think that their boring movements were entertaining. "I Guess That Means We Have To Spice Things Up A Bit!"

Finally, it was time to destroy what was built up.

"Father?" the Willmaster urged, smiling sweetly, "Will You Do The Honors?" The Willmaster's move was to 'Pass' to Ty-chan.

Right when Ty-chan was about to DIE of BOREDOM along with his family, the Lost Worlders suddenly perked up to the pressures of the Veritas that were put on them and began to squeeze out whatever piddly little activity that they could muster...

Ty-chan smirked.

"All According To Plan..." he muttered, shifting his eyes to the new playing fields that would manifest from the new scenarios at work. "They're Trying To Confuse Me By Doing The Most, But They're Actually Just Overwhelming Themselves Because I've Put The Pressure On Them." What Ty-sama did was not to go unnoticed, for it was about to hit them with full force soon enough. "Now That I've Made Them Start Dancing..." Ty-chan said, raising a hand, energy made of legitimate malice concentrating like red and black lightning into his palm, "It's Time For You To GET TO WORK!!!" Ty-chan drew down his arm with the energy, which would lash at the boards and knock all of the pieces away as well as destroy the boards that were set. "New Game..." he said, sufficiently bored with the old one, "Tabitha, The Next Turn, Reset The Pieces In A New Formation. I'll Handle Cleaning Up The Mess Our Little Poopsies Made." Ty-chan's grin was a mile wide, for the fight is what he lived for... And he knew that the Lost Worlders couldn't resist it, either.

He snickered. He giggled. And finally, he said, "You're Playing MY Game And Are Under MY Control!! I'll Say It As Many Times As I Need To, Lost Worlders! YOU ARE MY TOYS, AND I SAID YOU'D PLAY WITH ME WHETHER YOU WANTED TO OR NOT!!!" This war was LONG from over, and Ty-chan had more than enough up his sleeve to do whatever he pleased. "They're Raking Out The Diamonds From The Mine And I'm Putting The Pressure On... I'll Bleed Them Dry From This Hideous Open Wound Of Spite That They Have And Maximize On It MYSELF! I Just Wanted To See Them WORK FOR ME!!" Maniacal laughter came from the child version of Tymon, who was known to destroy his toys when he got playing with them intensely... And the Lost Worlders would be no different.