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Somewhere in the Brikverse, a ruined Trattorian drone, fallen in battle with both old and new foes, slips through the shattering barriers between dimensions and lands within the Beige Carpet, a slowly degrading, disembodied spirit taking refuge within.




QuantumSurfer Colette: S̮̝͙̘͍o̞̦̱͕…̯ͅ ̲̩̪͚ͅͅ

Th̜̬͔͉͙i̦ș̩̻͇̻ ̘̠͓̰ị̗͇̺͎͓ͅs ̯͍̹̘̲͔t̻͙̮̻he͙ ̺̝̙̹̪p̟̮a͇̖̠̟t̮̫͚̖h̦̻̭̲͕̦ ̮̻͖t͖̘̥͔h̫̫͓͓̤e̤̝ ̠̮̰̝o͓tẖ̻͍̗ͅers̰̰̺̘̭ͅ ̫̖̲̖͉̯͇h͉̗̝̮a͍̦v̖e ͍̬̘c̳̦̙̖h̦o̰͚̹̺̣s̖e̙̥̩̳̭̼͙n͉.͔͈̯̝͈̜

Ṟ͕̪agn̳͚a͕̲̟̻b̻̜̪͉lo̮̲̹̥ͅk͖̮̗̬.̺..̖̲̩̝͎ ̠̟̠̫
̳̮̞̲̤̩͕
T͈̯̱h͙̩͈e̺͉ͅ ̩̩͇̲̱d̹͖͇̱̘̜e̙͍͚s͕̜̜̤̦̦͉t͖̟͙ru̪͎̰̖̬c̖͍t͕̗̳̞i̪̦͚̖͇on̠̞͓͇͖͖̭ ̤̥̬o̹̜̰̩͉̣̜f͍̳̝̞̱̹̮ ͚̭̙̮̭̺t̙̳̮̘͖͙h̠͖͙e̟̭͙̲ ̼̺̭̹͙͇̠N̥̻̭̠̝ͅe̮͉͇̘͈̣̮h̠̫̮̥͇̬e͇̪̯̰͈l̟͎̱̳l̺͓͍̬e̘̣̰͍̘ni̩̗u͚̣m̩,̩͓͍͈͍̬̺ ̣͓̟̜ẹ̬̩̦͙ͅv̞e̤̟̪͓̖̘r̳̳̘͉̮̟yt̹̱̼̹̪ͅͅh͍̥͔i̥̝͓͉n̜g̙̼͖̖̞̫̞
we̯’̱̥̖̰̠v̼̪͖ͅe̯͕̜ ̞̯̪͕̩̩̤w̬o̰ṟ͓̝̪͕k̦͖e͖͎̼͓̰d̮͚̹̼̟͔̝ t͖̱o̻͔̳w̰̬a̫̹͈̘̹r̟̤͎d͈̻s̹̩͎ ͚̞̬̖f̜̩͇͔̼͕o̹̼̻̜r̹̝̣̗ r̪̻̺e̱͙͎̞̘̟ͅk̫̳̟̹̺̥̱o̰̱̭̙n̪s̗̘t̬̜̗̯r̖u͎k̟̫͙̹̦̳̳t̯͔͇͖͇͚i̠o̝̟̝͙n̟̱̰͙̩̰͚ a̙f̘̥̳͓͔͙͔t͇̱̹͔̮͈e̻͖͎r ̗re̥k̥o̻̮̭̹n̬̲͙̟̻s̞̜̯͎̖t̖͓̪̬̫̯̮r̖͖̫͇ṵ͍ḵ̠̥t͓̫̣͎i̼̪͍͇̤̳̱o͈̠̯̣̪̠n̩.̠̘̰̗̹.̘̬͓͉.





QuantumSurfer Colette: ͎̤̪͙̜͔̟ͅA̙͖n̝d͓̼ w̥̻̞̩̬̝̠h̠͎̖e͙̠̮̼̙͓̫r̰̦͇e̙͔̬̘̱̝̤ ̰ha̤̹̳s̼̻̥̬̰͖
t̘͕͕͕̜̮͚h̬͙a̮͕̖t̫͍̗͔̞̙ ͖̹̰͙͙̻ͅg̭̬̞̩͓o̘̰̺t̜te̥͕͙̝͈̯͓n͇͎͓͎ ṭ̞̩͚͔̱ͅhe͔̩̠̙̦̖m͚͚͕̼̭ͅ?͇͙̺̗̤̮̳
̩̩͈̠͈
O̟u̳̜͙̗̺̬r͕̣̝͖̟̪̹ ow̬̮̣͍͙̼n̪̬̱̱̺ ͍c̘̣̼̠ͅṛ̻̼̹̥͕͈e̖̬ͅa̩̝̰̪t̝̤̥̯̲̫̱i̙̯̳o̯͕̘̰̖n͓̖̤͍͈̠s̫̺͎̘ ̰̟̼t͉͓u̫̦͙̱̮r̪̜̬̝̦̱͚n̠̫̯͖e͖̯͎̜͚d̲̹ ͍a̰͚̲̜g̝̟̞̫̪a̩i̩̼̳̤n̠͙̙s̝̺̱ͅt̘̼ ̗͇͚̫͔̗u̳̱͈s̤̰̥. ̬̤̠͎͎O̝̻̬̣u̻̭r ̙̱ḥ̱͉a̠͙̘͙͙͔r͖͍̤͉̘d̳̟͔̼ ̦w̻o̮̜ͅr̠̺̩͚k̯̱͈̤̫̫ͅ ̲̗̼̻͇̮̞a̦nd̟͉̣̖̝̹ ̝ef͚f̘o̙̘̤̙̝̟̝r͙̳̠t̖̖̝ ̺̱͈̘r̦̗̖͔̯e͍͇͙ṋ̦̩̞̜̳d̠e̺͓̯̥̟͕̻r̤̘e̗͉d̖̟ ̫̬̝̘m̜͈̠e̲͎̱͈̝̮a͖͚͓̠̩͙n̫i̜̰̯͉̝͓̯n̳̻͖̹̞g̗̬̻̟̖̖̺l̳̤̼̫e͓̳̖̦s͙͈̥̪s̝̻̱̙̥̺ ̖̩̭̰͓ͅi͔̲̯͎̜̣̤n̘̲̟̹̪̗͚ ͈͔̫̺t̼̲h͓e͕̺̪͎̙͚͔
e̥̫̲̮̼n͍̘͖͙̼̻̪d̙͈̰̼̞͓…͎͖͎ ̱͓̙̜
̺̲̟̠̯
Br̬̟̭o̱̰̜͇̮o͓̫̥͍̙̙͍t͚͈͙̝̘̙aḻ̞̤̞z ̖͕͇̘͚̥r̮͚̤̣ṷ̫̥nͅni̭͖̯̱͙ṇ̙̹̰̲̠g̘̮ ̫̱̹̖͇̲ͅa̺̗̠̥̭̱m̫̗͚̦̰o̤̣̹̻͈̮k̻ ̘̯w̞̗̯̯i̗͓͙͓͎̯ͅt͇h̜ͅ ̻̠n̯͖̰̳͙̝͈o̥̪̼̳̟ț̺̙̬͉h̖̖̘̠̥̳i̬͔̲͕̝n͇g̼ h̪̳̟̗͍̻ọ̤̰l͖̫̻̬̝d͖͔i̬n̺̱̤̟ͅg̰
ṱ͖̠̺h̹̞͍̖͙̦̗em̗̬̭̬̭̩ ̩̯͎̗͔͙ba̲͔̮̗ck…͉̖͍̱̼̭
͎͚̪͎
Th͔e ͍̘̺̪̯̥̖B̦͕̩͔ͅr͎͖̩͓̰i̻͈͙̪kv̖̤e̟͙͇͈̬̭r͈̻̟̙̘͍s̫͇̱e̝̗̥ ̤̣̟̲̱p̥̯̱l̫̭̪̼u̥n͉͍̹̟͓̜ge̜̱̻̳͔͉̝d ̘͎̝͔i̼̣n̫̲͚t͔̖͖̼͍̰͎o ̙̣̘͓͍̩͙kh̗͇͍͔ao͖s̻ ̬̮̯̜̣a͙̣̲͖̱̘͔n̤ͅd͓
e̳̪n̟͙͖̪̖̼s̖a̫n͚̞͙i͇̘̞̩̤̖̫t̫͉͖̭̻̰y̠̭̣̬͓̳…̭̻
͔͚̙̯
A̲̦̼̟̖͖ll ̭̱̭͍̻̞b͖e̜̼͓̝̙̺c̦̭͈̫̜̞au̬̼͙̼͎͉s̘̟̦e̠̯̱ ̝̲̝t͈he̗y̖ ̦̺͓͖̣̗g̫̳ͅo̹ṭ̻͍̙ ̪̤a̘͕ ̲͇͔̦l͕i̯̦̬̘̯̙͓t̮̖̻̞t̘͖͈̯̟͔l̞e͔ ̰̞b̦̫̩̳̯ḭ͓͕̳͔̳t͎̞̩͙̥̣͓ ̫̞͈bo̩̬r̠̬e̤͙̲̙͔̦d͖͕̬̘.͇.̺̯̼.ͅ
̳




QuantumS̡͕͕̰̻̖͈̬̒̏u̠͎̗͚͖ͯ̍ͣ͢r͔̐̓̇ͣ͡f̬͓̯͜ͅẻ̥̬̥̘̬̦̗̉̓̀̈́̿͞ŗ͓̜̱̓̿ Colette: ͍̖͍̪̺̲̺̳͙ͅB̥̬̻u͖̖̳̖̯̪̮t̬͔̭͍̼̣ ̰t͇̪̠h̰̯̯̹̞͍̺i͇̭̭̜͔͙s͈̲͎ ̮̖̲̯͈̼s̫̹̘̩h̬͇̼̱͖͇ͅo͍͇̩̼̭̖ͅu̬̞͎l̫͉̯̞ḏ ͇n̰̙̪̝̖͉ot̯ ̠̪ḇ̖̺̼̜̱ḛ̯̣̹̤̬͇ s̩̳ṵr̠̥̺̫p̱r̗̥i̲̭̱̫̰̭s̠̜͍̥̺̰̜ị̯̗͔n̪͓̩̥g̣̼…̟
̝̹
Thḙ͈̬y̳̗̖̜͇̬ͅ ̣̣̙̳a̭͙r͓͚͈e̹ ̬͙̲̯u̻͍̞̟̲n̟͈͎̦͕̥wi̝̲l̯͍̟̲͚l̲̮̰̝͚i̞͈̞͕̗͕̣ng̘̠̣͙̩ ̜͙͖̫̥̳to͙̞͍ s̱̬̰̜͈w̖̟͇͓͖͎a̜͔̠y̞͍ ͈̜̩̹̬̫f̯̪̭̞r̼͍̘o̟mͅ th̙͕̰͈̜̱e̩̬̞̝i̖̝̟͙̜r̬̬̬̲̣͚ͅ ͈̥̱͍o̻̖̺̙ld̙ ̖w͕a̠͔̝͎ys̙̮̼̞͇̼ ̩̼o̱͇̭̗f tumu̱̖̙̜͈l͉t̗͙̪ ̳̹̭͉̼̘a̗͓̼̼̠̘̞nd̺̣̬̥̝͎ ͔d̪̦̣is͙̯̙̪͈̥o͇͇͈͍̮r̙̖͓̤̥̖͎d̟̮̪͎ẹṛͅ…̮̱͖̼
̟
u̱͎̫̗̮̦n̲̯͚̮ͅa̠̳̩b̻̠ḷ͇̙͎̩ḙ͍͙̮̲̜ ̲̞̳ͅt̫͍̥̝̱͎̪o͚̞̻̺̹͖ ̠̼se̮͇e̼͚̩̝͍͕̮ ̯͈̺͎̳͎̦t̗h̞̹͕̪̳͖e͖̩͇̗̦̻ͅ ̲̲̳̪̼̤v̩̙͔̖̪̗̯a̻̦̦̗̼l̘͓̮u̟̱̫̻͍̯͖e͕̼̰̬̩ ͈͚o̺͇̻̖f̫̱̟ ͕̯̪̪̯̰̟u̹̯̘ͅn͇i̟̣̥̻ve̮̮̦̟̙̝̩r͇̰͍̼͙̫ͅs̩͔͖̥͔̩a̗l͖͓͙ ̦̻̹̯͕͓ͅS̟t̼̪͎a͈b̝̪͈̗̺̰̥i͙̭l̼͖̣̻̦͔i͚t͕̳̝̞ͅy…
̱̻̺̳͉̟
And͈̱͙͚̤̝̳ ̜̤̲͕͉n̼̹o̙̮̺w̤͎͍̬͙,͕͙͙͍͇͚ ̫̣be̱͙͖͔͙̗c̝a̳̭̟̘̲͓̥u̞s̝e̫̤̳̖̪̩ ̜̹̘o̠͙̟f̣̻ ͚̳th̥ḛ̬ir͍͔̟͔ ̜͚f̩̲̘͈o͍̩͍͙̙̥̜ol̟̞i̯͍͉̤̝sh͇̳̰n̮͔̤̰e͓̹͚̣̮ͅs̳s͎̭̯̣̪͖, e͔̻̬̣͓͚̣v̭̺ḙ̱͕̺̞̝r̳̥̦̰y̬͙̥̖̤̟th͔̝̣͕͖̮̙i̗ͅn̩g̻̳ ͎͇i̥͇̤ͅs͍̺̞͉͙̠ b̥͇͓͎͍re̤̪̼̠aḳ͇̩̺͕̰i̫̫͍̘n̹͔̹̺g̜̙̤͙ͅ a͓̗p̣͕͖̩a̜r̥̬̤̯̘͖ͅt̯͙̯̯̪̮ͅ.̼.̫̲̤.̯͙̘̮͉






Quantum$̧̨̞̣͇̺̬ͯͧ́ţ̟͓̒ͤ̓ͭ̇u̡̨̱̻͑͂̆̈́͌͡|̴̈́̌̋̉͜҉͎̳̭̻f͔̤͈͎͓̈ͫ€̷̰̫͕̘͖̗̖̤̑͌ͪͣ͒ͨ͋ͪ͆ř͚̙͖̼̬̥ͩ̅ Colette: ̳͓͖͚W̟̱̖e̥̭̝ͅl̞͇͉l̖̞͍̗̣̘…̣͔͔̺̭͕̹͓͍̻̱̭ i͕̮͕̘f̫͎͇̬͎̘̰ ͉̰t͍̣̤͈h͍̺̼̞͓̞̥a͎̜̣̣̬t̲̝ͅ i̜͇̰̱̟s̝͇͇̥ ̭̣̮̙̟͔w̠̩͍ͅh͖̻͖̬a̹͖̮̝̪̩ͅṭ̪̥ ̤͙̮t͓̖̰̻̪h̩͕̗͉̤͓̘e̙̣̟̰̺̫̗y de͕̣̘̮͉̜̹s̳̙͎̜̪̬i͔͈͚r̻̘̭͓͎e̖̼̗…̮̩̝̹ ̦̘̬t̙̫͍̩͙̖ͅhe͉͖̰̳͓̹n̥͍̦̬̹ ̰̗̺͕͚I̭̯ ̙̞̗͍͖̭s̙h̰̹a̲͎̞l͍̮͓̞̦ḻ͈͔ ͕g͚̝͍̯͈̬ͅl̥̰͎a͇̰̞d̺͙̼͙̖̗l̠̩̗̼y̭̦͎͔̩̭͚ ͔͙̠̘͎o̼̺b͍l͕i̙̻̥g̤̼e̲͔̬̻ͅ.̱ ̙̥̰̦͎

Ṯ̹̟̗h̜̘̭͎͚̦ͅey̜͕̮͔͍̩ͅ ̥̪͔wan͕̮t̲̰̥ͅ ̦̗͇̝͙̱̬an̝̦̫ ̺̣̙a̰̹̥p̻̫̱̱̟o̩cal͍̪͕͉̦̱̫yp̰̬̝̳̗s͓̭̣͎͙͈ͅe̪̙͎̗̱̞?͔͙̙͎̖͎͚ ͕T͓͎͉h̖̮̞e̙n̼̣̣̘̭ͅ ͇͚̭̮t͎h̼̜̥ey̙͖̜̱͎̰ ̘c̼aṋ̜͈̫͇̯ ̞̹̞̥͖͎̰h̞͍av̫̪͎e̲͓̲
o̪͈̜̜̮̣n̝̞̲̫e̼͈̲͖..̻͉̯.





Quantum$̧̛̤͎͕̳̼̻̯̫͓̰͎͔͖̰ͥͭ̂̿̀T̂̋ͣ̎ͣͫ̄͋͏̵̵̥̜̫̞̝̰̞̮̭͉̱̠̲̯^̡ͮͬ̓ͤ̐ͮͨ̐͋̑̆̒̄ͭ҉̶͎̰͉̗͍̝͈̲̮̳͘͟l̶͗ͤͦ͗ͣ̄̃ͮ͆ͫ̒̀̏̍̚͏̶̳͙̣͖̰̀͡ͅk͓̭̻̝̻̼͓͙͍̞͙̐̋ͫ̆͌̎́̀̕͟#̷̂̓͂ͪ̽̇ͯ͒͜͏̷̯̭̥̮̘͕͕͙̠̟̹̘͍̳̯̤r̰̪̽̌͑͐̑̑̂ͭͧ̑̉ͪ̀̀͡ͅ Colette:
Q̯̬̼ͅu͔ant̲̳̘u̦̻̣m̤̘̠S̮̖u̟r͇͈f͈̟̪̥̫͕̣e͖̳̮̻̳r͓̣͈͔̦s͈̳̬ ̻ḏ̱i̠̱̗̤̗̝͔st̙̮̮̣͚̪u̯̠̝̟r͙͔͈͍̖b̖̫͖ ̹͇̯̝͚̦t͎͕̮͓h͖͕͚̯͇͎̯ḙ̤̟̜̯ ͖͍͓ve̘̝͚͎̰r̩͉͇̫̻ͅy͚̙̬̗ ̦̜͎͖̬̖b̤̤̬̖͔̲͓a͍̝̠͉̝̙l͍͈̙̖a̯̞̮͍̬n͎͚̝c͚͔̝͍͔e͍ ̻̗̝̤͎͎o̗̥̞̠͙̼f ͚͓̹͈͕̪t͍̜̪̙̖ͅh̠̜͕e̞̱͉͇̦ ̦B͎͈̮̲̼̙̘r͙̠͈̻̝i͓̭̩̳̱ͅkv̱̙̻̖͎͈̘e̫̜͈͔̰r͍͓̞͈̘̖̦sḛ̼̝̱͚.
̪͎̰͕̺͈
I̪̗͍͉͔̬t̪͙̮’̬̩s̝̤ t̗̺̮͕im̩e͔̹͔ ̺̙̠̲̤t̖̝͉o̦̺̺̩ ̩̤̰̹̬̞̺c̭͎̘o͕̜̭̻̘̹r̺̺̗̟̱r̻̥͖̻͈e̜̻͇͉̱̻͚c͎͙͇t̝̹̣ ͖̩̤̖ț̦h̹͚͈̯a͍̩͙̺̳̻̹t͔͕͙̥͎ ̦d͎̥̤̥̻i̬̲̟s̫̺̤͈̯t͕̲̥͕̻͖͖u̯͚r̝b̫̮̩̫̬a͈̦̥̜͖̰ͅn̹c̮̰̭e͎̞̳͇̠̠.̖̜̞̳̫͈.̪̼.̙
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QuantumStalker Colette: A͇̦͎͙̞n̹̹̮̞̞̭͇̩d̜͕͇ͅ ̣̩̤̙͚m̘̳͇̱̬̼̬̖͉̱͉͇̟͎͔a̹̞̲̙̪͓̖̹͖̣͔̠ͅk̜͎̦͙͕̗̞̯̙ͅe̞̠͍̙͇̺̘̺͉̘ͅ ̯̱͇̜̠̼̰̱̙̫̘̠̭͈t̙͍͉͖̳̯̦̮̞ͅh͈̪͖̜͚̞̞̩̹͎̬̼̻̩̲̠͔ͅe̤̠̱̮̮̭̖̰͚̟̘̝̰̫̫̣̥̟̤
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To Be Continued…
(Made with the collaboration of Kommander Ken.)

Fuck yesssss. Shit's about to go down.




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PREVIOUS EPISODE: (~X~)

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Somewhere in the Brikverse, an old, retired dwarvish general and his small crew of miners and salvagers fight for their lives against an overwhelming onslaught of orkish fury, trapped by the attack within a quarry with only one exit.




Hektor: Thurvald! We’re gettin’ butchered like rats in ‘ere! What’s tha status on those reinforcements?!

Dwarf Infantry: No tellin’, radio signal’s weaker than an elvish stout this far underground, so we’re not sure they’re gettin’ any of our transmissions!

Hektor: By tha bloody flame of Aurantiaco, what do you mean we’re not-- Damn it all, give tha fockin’ thing ta me.




Hektor: *Smashes transmitter against a rock repeatedly.* Hello? Dispatch? Come in, this is Foreman Sootbeard with Minin’ Platoon #27 requestin’ IMMEDIATE EVAC, repeat, IMMEDIATE EVAC! We’re under attack by those damnable Blackrock greenskins and their new best fockin’ friends, them crazy fockin’ Brootal urks! They portaled in here and have us trapped within Mineshaft Eolxecz-438! Repeat, requestin’ reinforcements and IMMEDIATE EVAC!

*crackle* *gArBle* *ssskzzzzzkk* *GaRgLe*

Dwarf Infantry: It’s no use ser! We’re too deep to reach tha surface, and whatever warp tech tha greenskins used ta get in ‘ere fried tha underground-ta-surface transmitters! We’re on our own!




Hektor: Damn their eyes! I guess this is it then, we’ll be makin’ our last stand here. Never thought a bloody minin’ job’d be what finally did me in after all these years. Get those boomstick gits up here, we’ll take out as many of those ork bastards as we can from a distance, then blow tha whole shaft ta hell and collapse tha place in on em! If we’re goin down, we’ll take them with us!

Dwarf Infantry: Right away ser-- Wait, what’s that?!




Hektor: Oh damn it all, another portal? More of these focks?! Well come and get some then, ya gristlemunchin’ barfskinned underbite lookin’ headass twats! I’ve got enough fire in me gut ta take ya all on!!




Vindelvuur: Ah, yes, that will not be necessary my friend, I am here to be of assistance to you, not to harm you!

Dwarf Infantry: And just who are ye? Where’d ye come from all of tha sudden?

Vindelvuur: My name is Vasith Vindelvuur of the planet Medivo. I have traveled to Novium to seek out Hektor Sootbeard, former general of the forces of Dag Loduhr?

Hektor: Aye, that’s me, what’dye want?




Vindelvuur: Well first and most pressingly, I am here to rescue you and your team from the sudden predicament this contingent of Brootalz has thrust you into.

Hektor: Right, ya all heard the old man, ain’t gonna look a gift ibex in tha mouth, get movin into tha portal ya ruddy gits!

Dwarf Infantry: Yes ser! Right lads, follow me!




Hektor: So, what’s the catch then, mage? Whether yer from Novium or this “Medivo,” ye magik users always have a second motive for doin’ tha things ya do.

Vindelvuur: You are perceptive, master Sootbeard, I do indeed have ulterior motives, albeit ones that are also within your best interests. You see, I’ve come to speak with you today on behalf of a group known as the Watchtower Alliance…



To Be Continued…

PREVIOUS EPISODE: (~X~)

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Somewhere in the Brikverse, a monocular chief of police and his cadre of bastardfig clones accost a group of random spacemen for illegal building techniques, unauthorized tomfoolery, and piloting a walker-mech without a license.




Clone Officer: You have the right to remain stoic. Any hijinks you pull can and will be held against you in a court of multiversal law. You have the right to a rules lawyer. If you do not have a rules lawyer, one will be provided for you.




Spaceman: Like hell you will, keep that soul-sucking Anorak fucker away from me, you conformist son of a bitch! I don’t need a rules lawyer, I’ve done nothing wrong!

OneEye589: Yeah yeah, that’s what they all say, you can tell it to the Fudge. Book ‘em boys.




*ker*




*T H W A K*




OneEye589: Okay, now that that’s taken care of, haul these blokes off to Psychological Conditioning, and get someone from Impound down here to get this stupid Mantis-Walker out of here, I’m sick and tired of looking at it.

Clone Officer: Right away chief.




Other Clone Officer: Chief OneEye!

OneEye589: Yes, Officer number uh, 784, what is it?

Other Clone Officer: Transmission from headquarters. Seems you just got a promotion.




OneEye589: Promoted? How the hell am I promoted, I’m already head of the Fun Police, can’t get much more promoted than that… Wait. Unless...

Other Clone Officer: Yes indeed sir. Seems that the big guy got snuffed by some upstart Quantumsurfer, took his Scales and everything. You were next in line for the job. It’s official, you’re the new Horseman of Authority. Or Justice I suppose.

OneEye589: Nah, you had it right the first time, they changed the title a little while back, but people have a hard time adjusting.

Other Clone Officer: We are the embodiments of conformity and rigid behavior sir.

OneEye589: Yeah, I get it, I get it. Just go help Officer #935 take those DSMs into custody, then send a message back to HQ and let them know to start assembling squads. I’ve got a Konvergence to attend, and a renegade reality warper to track down.

Other Clone Officer: Yes sir. Oh and chief? Congratulations on the promotion, you earned it.




*vrrrrrrRRRRRRR*

OneEye589: Good thing I had this thing’s modifications prepped for this exact moment.




OneEye589: Time to ride…


To Be Continued…

That decal on the horse's face is great.

Excellent again

Nice patrol car horse

This amuses me.

PREVIOUS EPISODE: (~X~)

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Somewhere in the Brikverse, a triangular-headed midget smelling strongly of sharpie and glue slowly traverses the alien surface of Planet Butt, drawn to a fetid pool of brown sludge by the whispers of a discordant but strangely alluring voice.




Frobo: *Beatboxing noises*
yo, yo, yo,
yeahhhhh roads go ever on n’ on;
d-d-d-down from doors were they began
yea far ahed is where they go
so i gotta folow if i can……….

???: F̸́r̴̨ob҉́́o̴…̷͟ ̧͘͜Ç̶͜ó̡me ̴͞t́̀͢o͘͏ m̷̀e҉́…͏




Frobo: yeah, ye—huh?? WHO SAid that???/????

???: C̢͡ǫ̸me̷̷ ̧́͡t̸̀o t̵h̶͢e͟ ̶̧͞edg͏̴̸e͘͠ ̵o҉f̛ ͡t͠h̕e͜͜ ̕p̷̀o͘͟ol̸͡…͡




???: C̵̛l̷̕o̷s̷é̷ŕ̵͡,͟ m҉̡ý͡ ̶̢͢p̢͢ŗ̛ec̨i̸ơ̴͡u͘ş̀ ̕͏͞ó̴ņ̕e͏…͟




Frobo: so who the fcuk r u?? what are u doin inside that STANK??

???: W̶hy,͘ ̡y̕ou ̶don͝’t҉ k͡n͡òw͟ m҉e͞,̀ dȩar?҉ ͟B̸u̷t͞ ̧I ̸k͜now ͝y̶ou͘ so̢ w͢el҉l,͜ Fr̷ob͘o ̧the Sw͏a̕ggins..͢.́

Frobo: HMMMMM??? howd YOU know mY name???? >:( i don't know yu!!!!1!!

???: I̸ k̴now͠ ḿany th́in̴g̡s͜ ̀abou̶t ́yo̧u̶, pe̛t..͏. I̧ kn̴o̷w̶ that͜ ͠yòu̡ ar̨e ͟all ̵that̸ r̕emains of̵ your ͜grǫup̴ o͜f̀ ̛fr̡i̶ends͢, t͠h̵e͠ r̕ov͝i̷ng͟ b̶and͝ of͟ c̸u͏riosi͞tìes k͡now͢n a̢s ́Conc͡a͢v̨e̶ ͞Dól̀p҉h̡i̷n̸… I̷ know ͜t͝h͏a͞ţ the̴ ́r͡es̸t ͠o̧f y͢our̡ g͟roup̸ ͏wa҉s lo̶s͏t́ to͝ hist̕o҉r͠y̡ ͞w͏hęn͟ ͟yo͏ư w̸ere͝ ̧c̕o͞n͟f̢r͘ontéd͝ ́by̵ th̨ose̸…҉ ҉Q̛ua̶ntu̴m S̢ur͝f͢ers̡, fo͟r͘ ͜“ćri̛me͝s ag͟ai̷ņs̴t̷ A̶B̛S and ҉n͡at̀ur͢e҉,͝” ͟w͞hat͏ev͏er͞ tha҉t͟ ͘mean̨s͜…͝ T͠h͠eir ́[R̵o̡ąs̢ţ]t̀e̡c̨h̛ńi̧que̢ ̢is̕ ̛d҉e͝v̡oi͟d o̶f͜ ̵m͞er͏c̸y҉,̢ no̸ne óf͢ ͢y͘o͞u͏r̵ çompa̛n͏ion̕s͏ s͢úr̸viv̕e̴d ͝t̢he ̡decim͜atíòǹ, ̛and e̸v͘en yòur̡ ͡friends ̢K̴a̛noni͡c̛įty ̶w̶ás ̛re͘dućed to noth̀i̶n̕gn̨e͝s͜ş ͝b͢y̧ their ͟ha̵nd ̢ ͠t̢h̷r̡oug҉h Ra̡gnàb͡lo͘k…̕ B͠ut̡ no̷t ͟yo̕u.̷.̛. ̨Yoú s̛uŕvi̴v͏ed… Wh̴éthe̕r ̶t҉h̸rǫug̡h ̵ýo̴ùr͘ str̶e͢ng͜th̢,̛ sh҉e̛eŗ s̛t͟up͞id͘i̢ty, or ̷b҉e҉cau̴se͜ ͏y͡o͟u ẁe̢re ͜t̷hè l͡e͢ast ͘c̛o̶r͝rup̢tȩd ͡a͟nd̡ ͘a̛bo͜ḿina͡ble̵ ͞of́ y͢o͜u̧r͞ ̴group̛, I̴ cąn̢not͟ t͡ell… But yǫu͡ ͡di͟d,̡ ̸F҉robo̴ ̢t̵h͟e͏ ͝S̶waggi̸n̨s͏…




Frobo: OKAYYYYY, thats all DOPE, but you STILL havent answerd my FUCKIN QUETION, dunkass! fuckuing who are you!!!!!

???: *beady eye roll* Į am̨̀ ̕t̛̀͢h͏é ̸N͢͏eg̸a̢-̧͝B̛l̨o͘͟k͢҉Tri͢͝x͟,͏̧ ͠r҉̡u͢͞l̨͜è̡́r̴͡ ̀̕ǫf҉̧̕ th̡é̷͞ ̴̢̕N͜e̵g̛͢ą̧-̢͟͡V҉̨ȩ̸r҉́s̵̶̛e̴͠!

Frobo: whats a negaverts lol

Nega-BlokTrix: A wor͏l̶d ̶w͞he͞re̢ ͡b͟ei̧n̸g͢s o͜f ̀N̢ahsome a̕nd ͠còrru̴pt̷ion lik̵e yo҉u͢rs͏e̷lf reign͠,͞ ͟a̷ p͏la̛ce ͞you̡ will ne̢vȩr ̡fe͘a͏r̸ ̵t͞h̀át̨ ͏yo̴u͝r̕… l̵òw̵ qu̢a͝l̛i̕t̵y… ̷wi̧ll be̶ j̢u͜dg̛e͢d̸.̕ I ̧w̡is̴h to̵ ̨br͢i͘ng͞ t̢h͜e in̨fl̴u̡enc̕ȩ ̶óf ̕t҉hìs͠ w͜o͘rl̕d͠ to͡ yòurs͘,͠ Fr͞o̡b̵o̧.͢ ̧I̧ w͞a̕s ̵o͜n͜ ͟th̷e̕ b̨r͞i҉n͏k͠ ̨of ̷ma͞kíng th͞i̛s ̢a ͟r̀e͝a͘l̨i̕ty,͡ ̶ùn͝t͘il͘ m̸y̨ ͜p̴o̢r͡t͏a̶l͜ o̵n̸ th̸e pla͝n̷e͘t̨ ̀J͜uli̡e̢n ͝w̛a͟s̨ ͝obl͟it̨e̸r̸a̕t̷e̵d҉ a͟nd͞ m̷y ̨p̨owe͟r͞ w̢aś c͝r҉i̢pp̢le͠d. ̀N͢òw̷,̧ I ̷c͏a͢n҉ ͢ơn̶ly ̀in͏ter͠a̸c͝ţ ͘w͡it̸h ͞t͜he B̡r̶i͜k̴ve͡rse̡ by̵ ̵c͏reatin͠g͘ ͠th̵e͞s̛e ̡s̶m͜al͏l͏e̴r ͏r̸ips҉ i̷n̨ ̵t̀he͘ Beig͝e,̵ ̕a͜n̷d͝ I̢ a̧m͝ ͞t̕oó ̀we҉ak̢ t͡o ͡p̡a͡ss̴ thro̸u̵gh̀ ͢t͝he̛m͟ ͜mysel̀f͝.̶ But͡ Į c̀an͝ t́ra̛nsm͢i͟t my̛ p̕ow̧er ̨i͜n͜tǫ ͞th͘ȩm. T̢his͢ ̛is ̕w͝hy I̴ h̀ávé ̢c͝ąll͠e͠d͡ ͝to҉ yo͢u͞.҉.̕.

Frobo: mE??

Nega-BlokTrix: Y̸es,͠ you̶.͡ I̧ c͠an̵ i̧n͝fuse ̕you͏ ́with ̸my̛ Ǹe͢ga̡-Ene͟rgy b͠y ͢pass҉inǵ ҉m̕y̛ ͝m͜a͡nt͝le ás͜ ̀the͞ H͟orsem̛a̴n͝ o͞f P͞o͞o͠p, ҉g̡I've̢ yoú ̴the ͠a͢b͝i̷li͜t͠y to̡ ͏c͡orr̵u͏pt̢ a̛n̸d tw̕ist t̢h́e͟ ćr̸e̢a̢ti̶ons͘ t͜hat̸ th͞e ̕Qu͞antu͟ms̡urf̨ers̸ aré so ̀p̴ro̡u̷d̕ ͏o̷f̀,͏ ͢to͠ ̢sul͟ly̨ t̀h̢e ͝v̧ery̨ ͜u̢n͟iv̕er͞s̢e̶ ҉arou̧n̷d yo̴u. Y̡ou͢ wįl̢l b̕e ͜my̶ r͠i͞gh͢t h̶an̢d,͢ ̡and̢ ͟iǹ ͏r̵e̛tu͜r̨n͢ ́Ì will gra̸n͠t͝ ͡y͝o̧u t̛h͜e ͠a͏bili̢t̀y to t͞ake̕ ͢ve͘ng͠eance ͢o̶n͝ a̡ ̀worl͜d͜ t̢h͞a҉t̕ has s̸cor҉ne̢d ͞you̧..͟.

Frobo: so u want me to reck the qandamservers shit 4u since you can't?? lol sure il do it if you watn, hott stuff, fukk those jerks XD

Nega-BlokTrix: T̸h̷̕e̡͡n̴̡ ̡͟͞t͡ó̢u̵ć͘ḩ͝ ҉̡͠t̢́he҉ ́͘s̡͘͝u͘r͘҉f̸a̕ce̸̡͢ ̴҉o̢͡f ̢҉t̨́h҉e҉ ͠p҉̸o҉o̕͢͟l̕͝…




Frobo: hup

*tonch*

Frobo: hwoooaaa wuttt




Frobo: WHUT WHUT WHUUUUUUUUT! YEAHHHHHHHHHH NIIIIIIICEEEEEEEEE




Nega-BlokTrix: Now!͜ Go fo͜rth͏, ́my ͝pre̢cįo̶us!̢ ́D̢o m̡y̷ ̷w̵i̵ll!́ ͜T̷a͏i̕ǹt͡ ̸the l̴and ͢wit͜h ̶c͜h̡e̵a̸pness̴ ̛a̡n͏d poor q̛ųa̡lit͟y͞!

Frobo: heh heh you sed TAINT

Nega-BlokTrix: *inhuman chittering sigh* Şt̡upid̶ M͞e͟ǹag҉erie ́a͘ss͞holȩs…͠ ̸Now̴ I h̀a̶v͜e͢ to ͢w̕o̢rk ̵wi̛t̕h͝ ͞th̶is͘ di͜p̡shit… I h̡at͘e this ͝dum̸b͠ ̵fuc͜ki̶ng͞ di̕m͡en̸sio͝n…͝


To Be Continued...

Just tuned in, and this is all awesome.

Sick reference to the managerie bro

Oh shit this is awesome.

Kommander Ken wrote: ↑

Sun Oct 27, 2019 10:12 am

Oh shit this is awesome.

Seconded! HAHAHAH! "Stupid Menagerie Azzholez..." Serves her right!