Post by The Mighty Mjaeder! on Sept 29, 2012 11:16:31 GMT -5
Bob the Frost Giant simply could not believe the glory and the majesty of his new fate. It was a life he never dared to imagine in any but his wildest dreams, and he thanked whatever force in the cosmos made it a reality every day.
Granted, there were a few small wrinkles in his otherwise perfect utopia. For one thing, the Mighty Mjaeder! cohabitated this new world with him. That had already lead to its share of problems, and was bound to cause more in the future.
Then there were the other monstrosities more or less running rampant amidst the city. A cause for concern, surely, but thus far he’d managed to avoid any battles outside of Mjaeder!, and the Thunder God seemed like he might actually be using his strength to do a tiny shred of good in that area. Fingers crossed, he could turn out to be less than an insufferable nightmare, despite already soundly thrashing Bob just to prove he could.
Then there was the whole fact that no one in this world had ever seen a frost giant before, which in itself led to a pair of problems: One, the buildings were designed for small humans and Bob had the damnedest time making it through doorways. Two, a significant percentage of the population assumed Bob to be just another monster on the loose and was absolutely terrified of him.
But, hey, Bob had hope he could get passed those bad first impressions with the strength of his sunny personality, intrinsic affability, and useful skill set.
And Bob had managed to find a human, just the right home, with whom to demonstrate those skills, through which, he had found his place in this wondrous new world.
“Order up!”
Bob smiled a smile of ultimate satisfaction as he presented his latest bowl of pasta salad to the servers. Wiping his hands on his apron, Bob bent over (way, way, WAY over) to look out the kitchen window and observe the delightful little humans eating, enjoying, and *appreciating* his efforts. A sigh of sweet contentment passed his lips as he took in the amazing sight.
There was something playing on the news as his patrons consumed his delectable dietary concoction. Something about one of the monsters, the big one, trying to lord mastery over the rest. Bob knew he should probably pay him some heed, it was important to stay up to date on current events. But he didn’t want anything to interfere with his total bliss at this awe inspiring moment of supreme happiness.
As Bob mused contentedly, Megapwn placed the crown into his chest, and beams of malicious energy leaped forward in infinite directions. Bob’s idyllic ruminations were violently interrupted as purple rays tore from the sky and into each and every human being enjoying his lovely pasta salad. The customers spasmed and thrashed, then went still, a soulless purple glow emanating from their eyes. As one, they rose from their seats, filtering out of the restaurant. Pasta salad laid, ruined, abandoned, discarded, and trampled across the floor. A tear slid down Bob’s cheek…
“By Azael’s tricycle!”
The Mighty Mjaeder! was growing to hate this cursed, backwards world!
First of all, he could not find a decent cask of mead anywhere!
Secondly, without access to the Bifrost, travel beyond this one small globe was irksome and tiring, limiting his recreational activities considerably.
For another thing, there were no fellow Gods with which to break bread and share boasts. Nothing but mortals, mortals, and more mortals. And tiny ones at that!
And even more important than any of that, no one was worshipping him! No bards walked the streets singing songs of his might! No mortals fell to his feet with bowed heads. No fealty was sworn! His mighty godhood was mightily ignored! By EVERYONE!
True, there were battles to be had, mighty battles, glorious battles, battles to test his mighty might perhaps as it had never been tested before. Honor to be won, wars to be wrought… And true, when he’d sought out that city golem creature, they’d ended up as allies rather than adversaries, mightily vanquishing the demon who first tested his mettle in this world and that giant metal space sphere. And in so doing, they had managed to request many of the tiny funny looking mortals from assured destructions. And there had been some vague sense of satisfaction at that. But…
But… no one was praising him for it… No one was singing his songs… Were heroics even worth it if one was not to be revered as divine?
Were they?
Were… were good deeds *there own reward* … worth doing for no reason other than they were the right thing to do?
…
…
…
But… he used to have SO MANY FOLLOWERS!
“BY THE DUNG OF THE GIANT FANGED REARTHRON!”
The Mighty Mjaeder! mightily leaped into the sky, caring not where his mighty legs took his mighty form. Soaring through the air, he came mightily back to the ground in, of all places, an elementary school playground, or rather just adjacent to one. Thankfully he managed to avoid doing damage as he did so. Examining the odd structures he found, he walked around and observed as the incomprehensible little children bounded about happily, climbing the jungle gym, swinging giddily, seesawing with glee, rocketing down the slide.
Something about their simple joy touched him. He had never seen play like this, play was contest, play was battle, play was never ever simply and purely unadulterated… fun. Perhaps… perhaps this freakish new world had some redeeming qualities after all.
The recess bell rang and the children hurried back to their studies. Once they had abandoned their play, Mjaeder! stepped cautiously forward. With some hesitation, he approached the slide. Climbing its rungs in a single bound, Mjaeder! swung his mighty legs in place and let fly, a mighty laugh leaping from his lips as he touched the ground.
But as his first exploration of this strange new concept concluded, his revelry was interrupted as purple light streaked down and into the school. Moments later, the children emerged again, all light out of their eyes, replaced by the evil purple glow. As they marched robotically, Mjaeder! studied them mightily, trying to understand what his mighty eyes were telling them. What wicked force had stolen the life from this tiny jubilant beings?
As he sat in mighty rumination, Mjaeder! was given illumination from a most unlikely source.
“It was Megapwn.”
The Mighty Mjaeder! spun mightily to find his erstwhile enemy Bob the Frost Giant.
“Megapwn? How dost thou know this?”
“Because I saw it, with my own eyes. Because it’s everywhere. I mean everywhere. What he’s done, he’s done to the entire world.”
“How is such devilry possible?”
“It’s the crown affixed to his chest. It amplifies the power of its wielder exponentially. Mjaeder!, it’s not a coincidence, us both being here. As soon as this began, I started looking for you.”
“For what evil purpose, knave!? Didst thou believe you could again catch my be surprise and steal a victory?!”
“No, no! Mjaeder!, I came for you because you’re the only one who can stop this…”
“I?”
“The entire human population of the planet is enthralled. We’re the only free beings left… Oh, maybe some of the other ones they call ‘monsters’ escaped, but none of them is your equal, and you know it. If anyone is to stand a chance of defeating Megapwn and freeing the Earth, it’s you.”
‘Of course I could defeat Megapwn, I am the Mighty Mjaeder! But why should I? These people do not recognize a God when they see one. Why should I raise a finger for their sakes?”
“By the All Father, Mjaeder! There are more things that matter than your worship!”
Bob placed a giant hand upon the Mighty Mjaeder!’s shoulder, arousing his mighty wrath.
“How darest thou lay thigh hand upon me!?”
The Mighty Mjaeder! grabbed Bob’s hand to thrust it aside, but as he did, something strange and miraculous happened. As exposed flesh touched exposed flesh, their hands began to vibrate, to separate into constituent atoms, and to draw together. With a mighty shout, the Mighty Mjaeder! pulled away from Bob, and as they came apart, his hand returned to its normal state.
“What mighty witchcraft is this!?”
Bob stood stunned for a moment, but then a light came on in his mind.
“Quantum signature!”
“What gibberish dost thou speak?”
“Quantum signature! I read about this! I went to this amazing building called a ‘Public Library,’ inside was a collection of learning that would put the Hall of Scrolls to shame! I was trying to learn what this place is, and how we got here. I found answers in a field called quantum mechanics. From what I can understand, this world and ours are alternate dimensions. We passed through a wormhole, a momentary opening between the two universes, but despite being here, we are not of this world, and that fact is imprinted upon every atom of our beings. All matter is imprinted with a quantum signature, and all mater from one dimension shares that signature. We share the same quantum signature, and we are the only matter in this universe with that signature. That makes our very atoms… fit… together in a way that nothing else in this universe can. We… could combine! If we allowed what just began with our hands to continue, we would become a composite being! Our matter would merge and reorganize, we would be joined, more powerful than either of us could be alone! Mjaeder!, this is it! This is how we can defeat Megapwn! Together, you and I can save this world!”
“Truly, you are mad, Frost Giant! You expect the God of Thunder to taint himself by joining with the likes of you!? It is a mighty insult!”
“Damnit, Mjaeder! There are billions of lives at stake! You don’t understand anything about this world! You know why you aren’t worshipped here? Because in this world, they have been without gods for thousands of years… No magic, no sorcery, no divine beings from on high to guide them. They’ve been on their own for so long, many of them think the gods are just myths of a forgotten era. But, Mjaeder!, without any of that… they have survived. They have thrived. They have built a world for themselves through the efforts of their minds alone! Do you understand how awesome that truly is? Mjaeder!, this isn’t the world we know, but it is a world of unimaginable beauty, and it’s a world that must be saved! It doesn’t matter if they sing songs to your glory! All that matters is that what they have accomplished is preserved!”
The Mighty Mjaeder thought of all the strange things he had seen in this place. Some awful, but others, others perhaps only misunderstood. He looked across his surroundings, and remembered the simple joy he had witnessed here, so unlike all that he knew.
“… Alright, my friend. I will do it. Together, we shall wage the greatest battle this realm has ever known!”
Bob nodded, and reached out his hand. Mjaeder! hesitated a moment longer, than accepted it. This time, he did not pull away. With a hum of quantum energies unleashed, the bodies of the two Kasglaedians disintegrated, then their atoms flowed together, coalescing, reforming. From what once was two, one new form emerged. As it took shape, it grow, coming to tower over the school building beside it. The Mighty Mjaeder! coalesced into a new, giant form, familiar to that which he once new, but skin tinted blue, and body of renewed might.
The now giant Mjaeder! stepped tentatively to a reflecting pool and gazed down upon it.
“Well, at least I’m still handsome…and MIGHTY!”
The Might Mjaeder! glanced down upon Gloenjir, whose own magicks allowed the war hammer to grow to match its masters newfound size.
“My old friend, we fly into battle once more…”
He turned his mighty head to the sky.
“Megapwn, beware! The people of Kasglaed…”
“Earth,” he said out of the corner of his mouth, “this place is called Earth.”
“Ah… Yes…”
Turning his attention back to the heavens, “The people of Earth shall not remain your pawns. A hero has risen to cast of their wicked shackles, to strike a blow against your wicked tyranny. A hero has risen, foul being, and you shall FACE HIS MIGHT!”
He rose Gloenjir into the air, lightning leaping from the mighty hammer as he leaped into the sky, ready to do battle for all mankind.
Granted, there were a few small wrinkles in his otherwise perfect utopia. For one thing, the Mighty Mjaeder! cohabitated this new world with him. That had already lead to its share of problems, and was bound to cause more in the future.
Then there were the other monstrosities more or less running rampant amidst the city. A cause for concern, surely, but thus far he’d managed to avoid any battles outside of Mjaeder!, and the Thunder God seemed like he might actually be using his strength to do a tiny shred of good in that area. Fingers crossed, he could turn out to be less than an insufferable nightmare, despite already soundly thrashing Bob just to prove he could.
Then there was the whole fact that no one in this world had ever seen a frost giant before, which in itself led to a pair of problems: One, the buildings were designed for small humans and Bob had the damnedest time making it through doorways. Two, a significant percentage of the population assumed Bob to be just another monster on the loose and was absolutely terrified of him.
But, hey, Bob had hope he could get passed those bad first impressions with the strength of his sunny personality, intrinsic affability, and useful skill set.
And Bob had managed to find a human, just the right home, with whom to demonstrate those skills, through which, he had found his place in this wondrous new world.
“Order up!”
Bob smiled a smile of ultimate satisfaction as he presented his latest bowl of pasta salad to the servers. Wiping his hands on his apron, Bob bent over (way, way, WAY over) to look out the kitchen window and observe the delightful little humans eating, enjoying, and *appreciating* his efforts. A sigh of sweet contentment passed his lips as he took in the amazing sight.
There was something playing on the news as his patrons consumed his delectable dietary concoction. Something about one of the monsters, the big one, trying to lord mastery over the rest. Bob knew he should probably pay him some heed, it was important to stay up to date on current events. But he didn’t want anything to interfere with his total bliss at this awe inspiring moment of supreme happiness.
As Bob mused contentedly, Megapwn placed the crown into his chest, and beams of malicious energy leaped forward in infinite directions. Bob’s idyllic ruminations were violently interrupted as purple rays tore from the sky and into each and every human being enjoying his lovely pasta salad. The customers spasmed and thrashed, then went still, a soulless purple glow emanating from their eyes. As one, they rose from their seats, filtering out of the restaurant. Pasta salad laid, ruined, abandoned, discarded, and trampled across the floor. A tear slid down Bob’s cheek…
“By Azael’s tricycle!”
The Mighty Mjaeder! was growing to hate this cursed, backwards world!
First of all, he could not find a decent cask of mead anywhere!
Secondly, without access to the Bifrost, travel beyond this one small globe was irksome and tiring, limiting his recreational activities considerably.
For another thing, there were no fellow Gods with which to break bread and share boasts. Nothing but mortals, mortals, and more mortals. And tiny ones at that!
And even more important than any of that, no one was worshipping him! No bards walked the streets singing songs of his might! No mortals fell to his feet with bowed heads. No fealty was sworn! His mighty godhood was mightily ignored! By EVERYONE!
True, there were battles to be had, mighty battles, glorious battles, battles to test his mighty might perhaps as it had never been tested before. Honor to be won, wars to be wrought… And true, when he’d sought out that city golem creature, they’d ended up as allies rather than adversaries, mightily vanquishing the demon who first tested his mettle in this world and that giant metal space sphere. And in so doing, they had managed to request many of the tiny funny looking mortals from assured destructions. And there had been some vague sense of satisfaction at that. But…
But… no one was praising him for it… No one was singing his songs… Were heroics even worth it if one was not to be revered as divine?
Were they?
Were… were good deeds *there own reward* … worth doing for no reason other than they were the right thing to do?
…
…
…
But… he used to have SO MANY FOLLOWERS!
“BY THE DUNG OF THE GIANT FANGED REARTHRON!”
The Mighty Mjaeder! mightily leaped into the sky, caring not where his mighty legs took his mighty form. Soaring through the air, he came mightily back to the ground in, of all places, an elementary school playground, or rather just adjacent to one. Thankfully he managed to avoid doing damage as he did so. Examining the odd structures he found, he walked around and observed as the incomprehensible little children bounded about happily, climbing the jungle gym, swinging giddily, seesawing with glee, rocketing down the slide.
Something about their simple joy touched him. He had never seen play like this, play was contest, play was battle, play was never ever simply and purely unadulterated… fun. Perhaps… perhaps this freakish new world had some redeeming qualities after all.
The recess bell rang and the children hurried back to their studies. Once they had abandoned their play, Mjaeder! stepped cautiously forward. With some hesitation, he approached the slide. Climbing its rungs in a single bound, Mjaeder! swung his mighty legs in place and let fly, a mighty laugh leaping from his lips as he touched the ground.
But as his first exploration of this strange new concept concluded, his revelry was interrupted as purple light streaked down and into the school. Moments later, the children emerged again, all light out of their eyes, replaced by the evil purple glow. As they marched robotically, Mjaeder! studied them mightily, trying to understand what his mighty eyes were telling them. What wicked force had stolen the life from this tiny jubilant beings?
As he sat in mighty rumination, Mjaeder! was given illumination from a most unlikely source.
“It was Megapwn.”
The Mighty Mjaeder! spun mightily to find his erstwhile enemy Bob the Frost Giant.
“Megapwn? How dost thou know this?”
“Because I saw it, with my own eyes. Because it’s everywhere. I mean everywhere. What he’s done, he’s done to the entire world.”
“How is such devilry possible?”
“It’s the crown affixed to his chest. It amplifies the power of its wielder exponentially. Mjaeder!, it’s not a coincidence, us both being here. As soon as this began, I started looking for you.”
“For what evil purpose, knave!? Didst thou believe you could again catch my be surprise and steal a victory?!”
“No, no! Mjaeder!, I came for you because you’re the only one who can stop this…”
“I?”
“The entire human population of the planet is enthralled. We’re the only free beings left… Oh, maybe some of the other ones they call ‘monsters’ escaped, but none of them is your equal, and you know it. If anyone is to stand a chance of defeating Megapwn and freeing the Earth, it’s you.”
‘Of course I could defeat Megapwn, I am the Mighty Mjaeder! But why should I? These people do not recognize a God when they see one. Why should I raise a finger for their sakes?”
“By the All Father, Mjaeder! There are more things that matter than your worship!”
Bob placed a giant hand upon the Mighty Mjaeder!’s shoulder, arousing his mighty wrath.
“How darest thou lay thigh hand upon me!?”
The Mighty Mjaeder! grabbed Bob’s hand to thrust it aside, but as he did, something strange and miraculous happened. As exposed flesh touched exposed flesh, their hands began to vibrate, to separate into constituent atoms, and to draw together. With a mighty shout, the Mighty Mjaeder! pulled away from Bob, and as they came apart, his hand returned to its normal state.
“What mighty witchcraft is this!?”
Bob stood stunned for a moment, but then a light came on in his mind.
“Quantum signature!”
“What gibberish dost thou speak?”
“Quantum signature! I read about this! I went to this amazing building called a ‘Public Library,’ inside was a collection of learning that would put the Hall of Scrolls to shame! I was trying to learn what this place is, and how we got here. I found answers in a field called quantum mechanics. From what I can understand, this world and ours are alternate dimensions. We passed through a wormhole, a momentary opening between the two universes, but despite being here, we are not of this world, and that fact is imprinted upon every atom of our beings. All matter is imprinted with a quantum signature, and all mater from one dimension shares that signature. We share the same quantum signature, and we are the only matter in this universe with that signature. That makes our very atoms… fit… together in a way that nothing else in this universe can. We… could combine! If we allowed what just began with our hands to continue, we would become a composite being! Our matter would merge and reorganize, we would be joined, more powerful than either of us could be alone! Mjaeder!, this is it! This is how we can defeat Megapwn! Together, you and I can save this world!”
“Truly, you are mad, Frost Giant! You expect the God of Thunder to taint himself by joining with the likes of you!? It is a mighty insult!”
“Damnit, Mjaeder! There are billions of lives at stake! You don’t understand anything about this world! You know why you aren’t worshipped here? Because in this world, they have been without gods for thousands of years… No magic, no sorcery, no divine beings from on high to guide them. They’ve been on their own for so long, many of them think the gods are just myths of a forgotten era. But, Mjaeder!, without any of that… they have survived. They have thrived. They have built a world for themselves through the efforts of their minds alone! Do you understand how awesome that truly is? Mjaeder!, this isn’t the world we know, but it is a world of unimaginable beauty, and it’s a world that must be saved! It doesn’t matter if they sing songs to your glory! All that matters is that what they have accomplished is preserved!”
The Mighty Mjaeder thought of all the strange things he had seen in this place. Some awful, but others, others perhaps only misunderstood. He looked across his surroundings, and remembered the simple joy he had witnessed here, so unlike all that he knew.
“… Alright, my friend. I will do it. Together, we shall wage the greatest battle this realm has ever known!”
Bob nodded, and reached out his hand. Mjaeder! hesitated a moment longer, than accepted it. This time, he did not pull away. With a hum of quantum energies unleashed, the bodies of the two Kasglaedians disintegrated, then their atoms flowed together, coalescing, reforming. From what once was two, one new form emerged. As it took shape, it grow, coming to tower over the school building beside it. The Mighty Mjaeder! coalesced into a new, giant form, familiar to that which he once new, but skin tinted blue, and body of renewed might.
The now giant Mjaeder! stepped tentatively to a reflecting pool and gazed down upon it.
“Well, at least I’m still handsome…and MIGHTY!”
The Might Mjaeder! glanced down upon Gloenjir, whose own magicks allowed the war hammer to grow to match its masters newfound size.
“My old friend, we fly into battle once more…”
He turned his mighty head to the sky.
“Megapwn, beware! The people of Kasglaed…”
“Earth,” he said out of the corner of his mouth, “this place is called Earth.”
“Ah… Yes…”
Turning his attention back to the heavens, “The people of Earth shall not remain your pawns. A hero has risen to cast of their wicked shackles, to strike a blow against your wicked tyranny. A hero has risen, foul being, and you shall FACE HIS MIGHT!”
He rose Gloenjir into the air, lightning leaping from the mighty hammer as he leaped into the sky, ready to do battle for all mankind.
