OMEGA

[METALGOD8]

Like a cancer, the keys unlocking the horror spread out amongst the lands. At least one, and possibly two even traversed oceans and deserts until finally resting in Bootland. Bootland was named after a giant erosion event formed its borders in the shape of a boot. Sitting atop the skulls and bones of the victims of this voyage across the planet, the Semblerites gathered en masse to proclaim victory. But, problems existed that could ruin their plans. Coupled with the advancing revolution, there were the Investigators. The Investigators came from the lot of survivors of the voyage. The Investigators were a particularly nasty thorn in the sides of the Semblerites and the other foul species of the Key Bearers. It was strange how little the Key Bearers suspected that they would be buried and lost forever under that pile of skulls and bones. It was with that audacity that they continued to proclaim victory, even in the face of impending doom.

MG8 :smokin:

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[METALGOD8]

One by one, the Semblerites and Key Bearers gathered in Bootland. Unbeknowing to them, the Investigators had set a trap. The mood there was one of great sadness and despair, as the Truth was born. The Semblerites had become complacent and were vulnerable. The skulls had been pulverized and all of their owners' memories had faded. The Key Bearers were simply tired and bored. Suddenly, the Investigators swarmed in and surrounded the Semblerites and Key Bearers. All hell broke loose as the fight began and continued for months. Finally, the surviving Semblerites and Key Bearers were collected and detained in a secure location. This area was West of the skull and bones fields, and suited the Investigators very well.

MG8 :smokin:

[chinrse23]

Sleep...sleep...That's how it began.  No.  It cant be! I am not supposed to sleep.  No way. I can't be one of them, but she knew what was coming as she slowly began to lower herself on the bed.  

She had heard the stories several days before. They're friend had dropped by to tell them the news.  People were just falling asleep.  At first she couldnt believe it.  Wow. Just pulling a Rip Van Winkle and not waking up. No way.

But soon she began to sense something the next day--something she couldnt put a finger on. Something that had been growing in her for awhile. Something that she had ignored for a long time.

There seemed to be a definite change in mood.  The tenseness of the situation had seemed to evaporate.  It was interesting.  The inner calm she was beggining to feel.  This wasnt like the vain attempts a yoga or the dreaminess of downers--oh no this was something different.  I kind of elated mellowness mixed with anticipation of something to come.

She could feel it.  All of her senses seemed to be sending out feelers at once trying to pinpoint it, but it wasnt there yet. not yet.