The Twilight Of The Gods

"What An Idiot. Did he ever realize that you could be used for more than that?" Daido asked Mechakara.

"I somoehow doubt it. But you know what the icing on the cake is? My birthname, the name he gave to me, is the spanish word for 'chicken'."

"... Not even my own mother would do something that stupid. Granted, she created the NEVER program for my sake and even she didn't see true potential of what a NEVER agent is." Daido said, reflecting on his past.

Percer ignored the mortals and started stuffing his swords in to his pants, some of the blades as long as he was tall or wide as he was without difficulty. The mattress sized pile soon shrunk until nothing was left.

Satisfied, the Fragment of Chaos ambled into the kitchen and took whatever food he could find. He returned to the couch with a heaping platter of vittles and proceded to eat, watching the others for amusement.

"Anyway...everyone seems to have a room here, wheres my one?"

—As if in answer, on the second level, a door bearing the Shy Guy mask loudly chortled.—

"Hey! There we go!"

The white-clad Shy Guy went over to the door and walked inside.

So I design it? Is this just General Guy's or is it for the others too?

edited 14th Apr '11 7:04:55 AM by bamack1

After polishing off his first platter, Percer went back to the kitchen for more, when his eyes suddenly alighted on a strange white box. Opening it, he felt chill air, as well as produce. The top portion revealed a miniature icy room.

Not knowing what a refrigerator was, Percer thought it was a shrine of an ice spirit. "Even now, humans are trapping our kind... I will save you brethren." Percer then removed the fridge from its place with ease and carried it back to the couch.

"Now then, once I complete this rituual, your soul shall be freed." He then planted 4 swords around the fridge on a couch and murmured an incantation. He then waited, but no soul came out. "...Abominable. I see that it is to great for even me to liberate your soul. I will come back later, Ice Spirit." Percer said, looking for likely candidates to liberate the spirit for him. He kept up a poker face, in case the refrigerator was watching him.

"Hm, well, there was one in which we were all had forcign to be barbarian humans in times of primitiveness, there was a silly one I did not participation in which was murdering a load of humans to get to an accelerator of particles, and there was one which was fighting the werewolves."

He nodded at kidomaru's refusal of food. "I thinking I shall have some for myself, though. SHIRLEY!" he called out into the depths of the lab.

He leaned forward for a closer look at kidomaru's extra arms. "This... Orochimaru must be a man of much brilliance to make such a modification be looking so natural. You can be moving all six arms normally? I have capabilites for such augmentation, but my work tends to have more... roughness."

As if to demonstrate his point, "Shirley" arrived, bearing a tray with a tea set and some cookies. She was a woman made of stitched together body parts, wearing a maid's outfit and a vapid smile. She set the tea tray down and poured some for Fawful before withdrawing.

Fawful took a cookie with his face in icing on it and took a bite out of it, saying, "Were the augmentations of you being done by science or magic? Perhaps both?"

Percer came back and felt the refrigerator, his face impassive. "Are you not feeling well?" Opening the thing, he saw to his dismay that there was barely any coldness emanating from it, for he had unplugged it. "Does anyone know how to unseal this shrine? I fear the Ice Spirit is dying."

Mechakara had had enough of Percer. "YOU'RE TALKING TO A REFRIGERATOR, YOU MEAT-HEAD! IT'S AN APPARATUS FOR COOLING DOWN FOOD!"

"Appa-Rat?" Percer asked Mechakara. "How dare you call a spirit a type of rat, mortal." Percer shot Mechakara a disgusted look before placing a wet towel on the fridge to attempt to cool it down. "Don't let that man abuse you, spirit, I'll take care of you."

There was a clank as Mechakara facepalmed. He went over to Percer. "If it gives you any pleasure, organism, I'll help you open it."

The other Shy gus, including Sergeant Guy, followed into the room. As they entered they would find it large and circular-sized, with other doors along the walls inside it. One read: Kitchen. Inside said kitchen General Guy was tryig to coax a barbecue guy into cooking something.

"You will help me free its soul from this box? Thank you, mortal." Percer waited to see what Mechakara would do.

Mechakara cracked his knuckles, flourished his hand, reached over, then grabbed the handle and swung the door open.

"There's your ice spirit. A block of emmental, a pint of milk, a leaf of lettuce, and a half eaten turkey sandwich."

Barbecue Guy and General Guy picked the barbecue up and took it into the circular room, several other barbecue guys followed. The circular room was filled with toy building blocks of different sorts, a few of them where arranged in a corner as a few steps. The barbecue guys lit the barbecues.

A large bang could be heard from General Guy's room.

"NOOOOO!! The humans have transmuted the spirit into food, to stop its resistance!" Percer hugged the fridge, his spirit growing angry.

Mechakara felt like he was going to have a nervous breakdown. "There was no ice spirit to begin with." He hissed through gritted teeth, "The refrigerator is thermally insulated, and has an heat pump installed to transfer heat out of it, keeping the temperature of the perishable food a few degrees above freezing. THAT is why it was so cold!"

Vanitas simply shook his head and sighed at what he was seeing.

"Oh, it's just a box that makes use of convection then? Huh, guess I overreacted." Percer looked at Mechakara sheepishly.

Jack rubbed the bridge of his nose.He then returnedtohis lab. He felt his foot kick something across the room. He looked down. It was a simple brown puzzle box. He stared at it for a few moments. "No.No no no no no no! Not again."Hethen threw the box out the door. It clattered against the floor.

Kuja watched a new face completely freak out over a cold box for holding food. He turned to Maleficent and asked "Is this going to become a regular occurrence?" He needed to make sure if ear plugs were necessary or not.

Smoke wafted out from underneat General Guys door. The Guys' that had stood around the barbecues all had masks ridden with soot, burnt shrooms lay on the barbecues.

"Aw great, can't even cook shrooms... I'd best leave you all to it..." General Guy left the room to the Shy Guys, Sergeant Guy following him, they both had soot-ridden masks that made the piece of attire look black. The walked back down to the all-lair.