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."

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.

A signature sanguine gleam flashed throughout the Lost World's universe, bathing it in red for a brief, but critical moment. "Yes, I've Got You!!!" cried the universe itself -- rather, Kairo Tymon, still connected to the Lost World's universe. "I Was Waiting For That Move!" As his voice spoke, it echoed throughout the cosmos and shook the planet to its very foundations. All of the previous things that were occurring -- the planets of the Lost World's solar system being used to alter the electromagnetic waves of the Lost World, the confiscation of the land, the invasion of the Mechanica, the natural disasters -- were still very much happening. All of the misalignments in the universe that were going on being ignored were doing their damage, whether the Lost Worlders acknowledged or not. "Now... Run, Run, Run As Fast As You Can!" Kairo Tymon -- as Ty-sama -- had put the pressure on the Lost World to squeeze out their activity like toothpaste whilst also cutting productivity in half. Now Ty-chan had reset the board, and the Pieces were flying.

"TABITHA!!" cried Kairo Tymon, signaling to the Grand Tabritha -- the Gamemaster of the Veritas -- to pick up the Pieces with the swiftness. Kairo Tymon would look on as the Lost Worlders continued their frantic rushing of their activities during the pressing times of the Veritas oppression. Ignore as they might, it was still happening, and they were moving exactly as Tymon wanted them to...

Every step of the way.

"TURN 4 :: START"

The Grand Tabritha loomed over what was known as Famine, immediately selecting the Piece again and integrating with it as had been done before.

"GAMEMASTER :: INTEGRATION"

The unified being would become the central point for all activity once again, and the rest of the Pieces would fall where they may. The Board reset itself again, still as tumultuous as ever. There were plenty of Pawns and Knights and even some Bishops, but no Rooks to hold down the fort for the King... And no Queen, either. No, that piece was what the Gamemaster was.

With all of her 'Hands', she picked the Pieces out of the atmosphere and lined them up where they were again, having sets of them gathered together in an orderly fashion. Though there were a few that were set aside, seemingly for a different purpose than the ones that were lined up. They were set in order for a reason, and this order... Was the true nature of the Game that was being played.

"??? ??? ???"

Grand Tabritha spoke something incomprehensible, but it was clear that it was in mockery of the Piece that was just commandeered. All things would center themselves from that Piece, including the King. For even the King was just a Pawn with a Crown. His importance to the Gamemaster was to hold his place, not to make any moves. The ones that were meant to move... Were those Pawns lined up all nice and clean and fresh on the new Board.

The Weaponmaster awaited the new setup patiently, still in a fixed form as the burning sword. It was almost time... Almost time for War to TRULY make an appearance.

"MANUAL OVERWRITE :: KING"

The foreboding weapon known as the Grand Excalibur hovered over the Asstral King, fitting itself to his position in both places on the game boards. He was about to be taken out of the Game, just as the Knight that was Manually Overwritten was. Except his Manual Overwrite would be a little different... Instead of the King being changed into a new piece and made null and void, like the former Knight, he would instead be given a 'change of heart', so to speak -- something inside of him was going to be Manually Overwritten, and it was going to affect the storyline... Drastically.

The sword hovered over him, ready to pass Judgment and Condemn him. When he next moved, that would decide the outcome of the Manual Overwrite.

Ty-sama waited until he saw his prey to let his Living Shadow do its work, completing the hand signs and effectively seizing the 'shadows' of the 'dragon family' which Ty-sama was so interested in. "You're Not Getting Away," he said, the Living Shadow forcing them to dance like puppets before him as the intense heat suddenly became an icy cold under the shadow's presence. The dragons were showing their faces at all, and that's what Ty-sama wished for in the first place -- to bring them out of hiding. "Now You Are Moving To My Beat -- Dancing To My Tune." He'd leave them to that.

Meanwhile, Ty-sama himself was dealing with a more important matter. The Board had been Reset, and but the Pieces were still the same. Ty-sama's hand hovered over all of the ones that were in their orderly line and pressed down upon them, delighting in their smothering. The pressure of his hand was enough to force them into making moves that they believed to be coordination whilst all the while being nothing but scurrying about in spite. Amplifying that spite is what Ty-sama's game was; getting it out of them was his strategy. "Your Spite For Me Only Fuels Me, You Simpletons," Ty-sama said, waving his hand over one of the pieces that were set off independently, "And My Spite Fuels You." He took his hand and moved the Bishop toward a Knight, pairing them together, yet separating them by a wall. "You Shall Go Together..." he uttered, knowing what the Knight's next move was, and that the Bishop would follow suit. "You Do Not Know Who You Are, But I Do. That Is Why You Are Frantic. But The Confusion Is Yours, Not Mine -- I Know Who Is Whom."

That said, Ty-sama flicked the Knight and knocked it over, which should result in its incapacitation....

Out of all of the beings that were here, the Judgemaster is the one that remained the most composed, as she was actively narrating the goings on with her Judgments.

"I See..." she said as the board and placement of pieces shifted, "... The Placement Has Changed, But Not The Game. You Still Play Something That Cannot Be Won." She hadn't moved from her position, and her lips did not move when she spoke. She was like an ice sculpture.

"The Pawns Are Now Dealing With A Scenario Meant To Grasp And Keep Their Attention, But It Is A Sign Of A Poor Effort To Maintain A Story That Is Slowly Dying," the Judgemaster said. "You Do Not Know When To End A Story And When To Begin A New One. Instead, You Drag On And On Something That Pulls The Pawns Along With It, And They Follow Like Lapdogs."

Next, the Judgemaster addressed the Queen -- the Gamemaster Piece. "All Revolves Around This Piece, Including Our Movements And Judgments. What The Pawns Do Does Not Faze Us, But When The Queen Moves, We Move As Well." This was a Judgment. "Even The King Moving Means Nothing, For His Power Is Long Since Gone. By Himself, He Is Nothing, And Therefore Needn't Be Worried About. It Is Only Our Point Of Interest -- The Queen And Gamemaster -- That Makes Any Difference To Us."

Even the Pieces set out to the side were commented on. "Doing Your Own Thing Will Only Result In Your Own Confusion And More Sloppy Work. You Are Too Focused On Your Spitefulness To Recognize Your Ineptitude." One of the Bishops would be moved next by the Judgemaster, away from the Pawns. "You Should Really Invest In Rooks. You Have No Stable Foundation Beyond What Revolves Around That Queen." That was a Judgment, as well.

"I End My Turn."

The Lost Worlders were moving, which was interesting, but they weren't doing anything but being boring. "Boring!" the Willmaster said, "I Gave You The Power To Move When You Were Stagnant And This Is What You Do? You Should Be Destroyed For That!" The Lost World's story was simply... A bore. Sure, it TRIED to have sorts of twists and turns, but it was all going one way and toward one person's will -- the Asstral King's. "Reading Your Stuff Is SOOO BORING. Do Yourselves A Favor And Start Something New."

But wait! There WERE some pawns that started something interesting! And where did they get that willpower from? "Those Little Peons Are Just Feeding Off Of Me. I'm The Mommy And They're My Babies!" The Willmaster observed the fight going on between two Peons -- Peons being the Pawns of Pawns. "Care To Dance, Peons? I Hope You At LEAST Make It Exciting Enough For Us To Want To Play With You A Little More Intimately!" But she knew that wouldn't be happening.

"FWAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!" Ty-chan laughed evilly, "YOU HAVE MADE FOOLISH MISTAKES THAT I AM NOW CAPITALIZING ON! BWAHAHAHAHA!!" Stamping on the Board with his crystal foot, Ty-chan stood himself up above everyone and everything, shouting, "I'M PLAYING THIS GAME, TOO!! AS A PIECE!!" And his Piece was... Himself. "This Game Is Not Just Limited To Chess Pieces, And I, Myself, Can Use Myself As A Piece To Play With!" Ty-chan was an independent Piece that was like the independent Pieces which were cast off out of the order of the Pawns.

"I See How You Work The Longer You Move," Ty-chan said, eyes starting to burn with malicious intensity, "The More I See You, The More It Motivates Me To DESTROY You!! Especially For Being So Stupid About Your Moves!!" Ty-chan could see that they moved in a specific pattern that they could not recognize, and therefore could not get out of. "Until You Understand What Patterns You're Setting Yourselves In, You're FAR Too Simple To Be Beating ME In A Game!" Ty-chan's blazing eyes fired out a laser of malice energy directly at the Pawns, who were the MOST infuriating out of all of the Pieces. "PREDICTABLE!!! TOO PREDICTABLE!!! The Reason I Can Do All Of This Is Because You Are SO PREDICTABLE!!!" Ty-chan's foresight was actually quite formidable, and that said something about his elder versions of himself. "You Don't See A Thing Because You Aren't On The Outside Looking In -- You're On The Inside Looking... INSIDE!" Ty-chan couldn't stress that enough.

The Pawns would be struck with this malice energy that would both harm and infect them simultaneously, driving them mad and inflicting malice upon them. "I Don't Want This To Be Boring For Me, Either, So I String You All Along By A Little Wire. And You Fall For It! HOW STUPID CAN YOU GET?!" Ty-chan was really loud. "The Only Reason I Give You Information Is So That You'll Use It. I'm A Master At That. I Do It All Day And Night -- Information Dealing! And Now, You're Just One Of My Subjects... You Take Information From Me, I Use My Information To Manipulate YOU." The Meta was on lock, and Ty-chan had the key, regardless of what anyone really thought. This was Ty-chan's Game -- Ty-chan's revenge for the elder Tymon.

"BWAHAHAHA! BWAHAHAHA! BWAHA-BWAHA-BWAHAHAHA!" Ty-chan crossed his arms triumphantly then raised his foot up, threatening to stomp on the board and cause some other type of rupture or shift to occur, just like before.

The effects of what Ty-sama had done to the Lost World were coming into effect, and now Tymon was going to finish the job as 'Kairo Tymon'.

The face of Kairo Tymon appeared again before the Four Corners, as they could be called, and spoke out to them: "Retreat." For what reason would Tymon do this when he clearly had the upper hand? It was because the battle had stemmed into a new year, and Tymon, himself, made a promise to refresh his relationship with all things.

That meant that there was no more animosity toward the Lost World for what they did, and even as they were now at a grinding halt, Kairo Tymon knew that it was time to stop playing with them.

"You Have Done Well, My Daughters..." Kairo Tymon, the Grandmaster, praised, "... Now Return Unto The Veritas From Whence Thou Came. Whatever Will Be Will Be." Kairo Tymon unhooked himself from the Lost World's still very damaged Universe and hovered over the planet in his cloak, glaring down at it with his rippling eyes. "But I Will Be Dealing With The Matters Of The Lost World Personally In The Eleventh Restriction," Kairo Tymon said. "As The Allmaster."

If the war was over, what reason did he have to ascend higher and continue to deal with the Lost World at all? Their Dimension was still heavily damaged and getting worse the closer Tymon got to the Twelfth Restriction, but the damages didn't seem to be having a visible effect. The effects of the Dimension being rend were meant to be experienced as a collapse that Kairo Tymon knew was going to happen anyway. He just sped up the process.

"My Other Selves," Tymon spake unto Ty-sama, his elder self, and Ty-chan, his younger self, "Return To Me And Now Let Us Ascend To The Eleventh Restriction As Allmaster." Kairo Tymon extended his arms and wrapped his cloak around the astronomical entities, withdrawing them back into himself. At that moment, he began to glow and his hair became longer and wilder, but still remained crystalline, as it was when he was in forms greater than the Ninth Restriction. Tymon threw off his cloak and allowed it to dissipate into space, leaving only he, himself, in casual attire and in the Eleventh Restriction, known as the Allmaster... Or 'Ty' for short.

As Allmaster, Ty would, in his casual wife-beater and pajama pants, hover over the Lost World and look over it intimately. "I've Done Enough Damage," he muttered to himself, slipping his hands into his pockets. "However..." It didn't seem like he was done with them just quite yet, even if he was ending the war against them. "... Just Because It Is A New Year And I Have Recognized To Have No Qualms With Anyone Does Not Mean That They Have Learned Their Lesson Nor That They Have Made Amends With Me. As Such, I Must Prepare For That." Ty also had other things to do right now, but that didn't really make much of a difference considering that the Lost Worlders still insulted him and his entire clan in his highest form. "... They Are Slowed To A Crawl, But Have They Suffered As They Should?" He did not know for certain, but was determined to find out.

"I Will Wait And Watch Them Some More, But Only Through The Story And Not Physically." A Grimoire of crystal appeared in the hands of the Allmaster and he began to write in it. As he did, a duplicate of himself seemingly drawn from out of thin air appeared before him, hands in his pajama pockets. It was written for the duplicate of the Allmaster to stay with the Lost Worlders and monitor them still, in case they directly waged war with the Veritas again. And so that the Allmaster, Ty, could mess around with them a bit with his powers.

"I Will Go Now," Ty said, starting to fade away, "This Place Is Veritas Property Now, But I Must Return To The Original Veritas And Clean Up The Place." He sighed. "It Surely Is A Mess." He also had a story to write. "Oi Vey..." he sighed as he completely disappeared with his Crystal Grimoire, leaving the Allmaster duplicate.