... -something in Leo just broke a little when he heard 'guy that controls black holes'-
-something along the lines of 'By Jupiter how the hell does one have the ability to manipulate the qualities of dying stars and live'-
-he's just sort of sitting there dead-still like a statue with his eyes just kind of widened in disbelief-
I am Inquisitor Macrianus Major Macvicar of the Ordo Chronos.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postRight, right- well I'm sure it's a pleasure...
I just have to- acquaint myself to this abode... and figure out how I'm going to get back to business with no ship, and hope that my accolytes aren't in worse situations.
... Somehow, is right.
How did- everything not... die? Or- get crushed.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postWell, the guy was called Black Hole, and the black hole was his face. He could only suck in things that are facing him, and it sent them into another dimension. When he wrestled, he cheated by using this ability for easy ring-outs. However, that had a weakness. If he were wounded in any way, the dimension would have cracks in it. The dimension and Black Hole were connected, somehow. I forced my way out by creating a white hole with one of those cracks and jumping out to do an elbow drop on his body.

What time are you from that this is ancient?
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