Convert to the path of Ruin.

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's still me, just a bunch of philosophical nonsense that I've amassed from the for corners of the Universe.

That's a good question and one to which I have no answer.

Empire and Exile is being moved over to one's geocities as that is it's intended purpose.





We are too old for the company we keep...

Isis could not imagine a better time for her to have taken over a human. Not only had they discovered clinical immortality, but it had been seized by the Church with only a few of the nanites getting out. Now she was immortal in her digital realm as well as her physical form. Her followers also believed this was because she was blessed by God, making her all the more convincing as they grew old and sick and died while she lived on, ageless. “Livia, dear.” Isis shuddered, it was that bloody Pope. Damnable male figurehead. “Yes dear?” She cooed back to him. He entered her room in all of his pompous glory, clad in red and purple robes that were increasingly ill-fitting as his gut protruded farther and farther out. How disgusting this human is. He gorges himself on food and women and then dares to try and come onto me? Foolish man. The lady of the Empire rose and slowly walked over to give her pudgy Pope a hug. “How’re you, dear?” He gave a clearly overdone sigh, “Work, work, work, all I seem to do is manage this damn empire.” Isis feigned a loving smile, it was one she’d had much practice making since she’d taken over Livia. Isis gave the Pope a peck on the cheek and turned back to her mirror and began brushing her hair again. Of all of the mundane human acts, Isis loved this the most. The feeling of the brush running through her hair somehow always brought the beleaguered goddess a sense of relaxation. The Pope walked over and began to attempt to massage her neck and shoulders, failing horribly. She would have to get a competent person to fix the damage he was doing later. “Dear, the invasion of Asia is under way and I need your advice. The Emperor Fey-Tzu has offered to surrender, but his ally in the Middle East is making a last ditch effort to escape the planet, the famed general Kosta. What should we do Livia?” Isis hated that name; it was the name of someone who was dead. She turned and gave a very forced affectionate smile, “You should of course accept the surrender and spread the word of God to those who once opposed you. Bomb the hell out of Kosta.” She turned back to brushing her hair as the Pope left in a state of glee over his conquest of the Earth. I really need to kill him.

Kosta would’ve been infuriated had he not calculated this exact event. It didn’t matter; his empire would soon be on its way to Mars. The ships he had been building had been a secret from both the Romans and from Fey himself. “How soon till all the evacuees are ready for launch?” The young commander Hadrian spun to face Kosta. “We should be ready to go in a day.” Kosta nodded, “Cut it in half, get these people moving, tell them to leave whatever they can behind, as far as necessities go the Caliph has said he will great us and give us what we need.” Hadrian nodded, “Yes m’lord.” He spun back around and started shouting orders. Hadrian had been a devout Radiant Light, but had turned his back on the church after Kosta had introduced him to the gods. Now he was Kosta’s right hand man. Marius… you bastard. Why’d you have to and leave? You could’ve conquered this planet and space easily. It didn’t matter, Kosta would soon be welcome in the Islamic Empire, which now preached tolerance as well as the word of Allah. They would be welcomed as refugees, and would be given what they needed to join the Islamic Empire in fighting back against the Romans.

Alexander walked into the senate hall of his empire and looked around as the current chancellor tried to maintain order. Chancellor Yuki was a Japanese citizen who had been working for Marius when Japan had been leveled. She was very quiet and polite but could command authority enough to keep the ‘senators’ in line. Alexander’s empire gave the illusion of a centralized government of the people, despite the fact that his will could supersede that of the entire senate. The elected senate of the three million people in his empire was the brainchild of Marcus, to let the people be a part of the decision making process in the empire. “It will give our domain the image of a government rather than a company.” He had said. It was ironic that the most spoken advocate of the people was also the one that the people liked the least since the rumors and stories of his unpopular marriage to Claire had circulated and been announced. Alexander didn’t care, he cared about very little anymore. Marius had called out for Claire, not Alexander. Besides that he was dating Alexis who was madly in love with him. She’s prettier than Claire anyways. Alexander stood in the middle of the senate and without a word spoken the chamber grew quiet. Alexander looked around at the three hundred senators. One of them activated the small device on his platform that requested the floor. Alexander nodded to Yuki and the senator in question rose. It was Lady Rachel of Ganymede who addressed Alexander and the senate. “What is up your sleeve, Alexander? The senate has been made aware of the missiles that the Radiant Light launched at us and how Lord Tyranus destroyed them. Yet we have not retaliated against them?” Alexander looked up and without any voice amplification device said very calmly. “With what do you propose we retaliate with? We are refining and mining new metals and fuels every day, but few of these are military grade. What would you all have me do; launch rockets back at them that they could so easily destroy as I destroyed theirs? That would be a waste of resources that we do not have.” This time it was Lady Amy of Pandora who rose. “You have more than rockets and missiles. You have ships that you keep secret; you have the Revenant which is your pride and glory. We know you could fight back against the Romans.” Alexander nodded and then went into his ‘Cicero’ mode. He addressed the senate in his most commanding voice. “What do you wish? To attack them simply because they have made a pitiful attempt to attack us? Of course we shall wage war against them eventually but we can do little now! I say to you let us instead bide out time and let their attacks attempt to harm us. They shall fail every time! I am here to watch over you and guide you. I am here to protect you and aid you, but you must listen to me when I tell you that we will have our revenge on those who drove us from our homes. The Revenant is a glorious ship but the satellites and platforms that are in orbit above Earth could tear it to shreds right now. No, patience, we are new out here and are still unpacking. Let us not go to war in such an unprepared state. Let us build our fleets and armies so that when it is time to go, WE SHALL CRUSH EARTH AND SHOW THEM THAT NONE CAN STAND AGAINST THE FURY OF OUR LEGIONS!” The senate erupted in applause for this speech. Alexander basked in the warmth of their love and then begged them to be calm. “Govern and rule you areas, take care of your people. I will call you all when it is time for war. We are safe for now; let us not endanger that before we have too.” Alexander then turned and left the senate hall as Yuki restored order and tried to get them back to the businesses of governing an Empire.

The evacuation of Earth for the people of India went well and without much of a hitch. No Roman missiles tried to shoot them down and no Roman soldiers tried to storm the launch sites. The Romans wanted them to leave so that they could have their empire on Earth and then turn to the stars. Fey-Tzu had surrendered and the missionaries of the Empire were already swarming over the Asian Empire converting the masses by the hundreds of thousands. Kosta was on the last ship to leave, he had a detour to take along with his most skilled soldiers from the former state of Russia. While the rest of the evacuation ships were fleeing in the direction of Mars his own ship was headed to the outer solar system to visit an old friend. Marius had let the world fall apart so he could take his hand selected loyalists far away from the strife that had become the human race and now it was time to find out why. Kosta was sick of being outwitted by Marius at every turn and no one had heard from the outer system in months. It was time to find out what was going on.

"Every truly great Emperor has four parts to their rule. Here Emperor can mean Emperor of a corporate Empire, a nation, a warlord, a group, a religion, or any other network of people where the Emperor is more than a man to those he serves. The first part is the Rise, the rise of the Emperor and the formation of his Empire against some obstacle or foe. The second part is the Empire, the reign of the Emperor in his domain where all is at peace. The third part is called Exile, where the people turn on their ruler, usually because his actions seem to them to have changed, despite the fact that the Emperor has always behaved this way, but now that there is no foe or threat, he is seen in his true light, and those around him exile him, either in that he falls from favor, is actually exiled, or possible executed. The fourth part is the most terrible of all. Ruin. The ruin comes when the deposed or exiled Emperor turns back upon those who turned on him. It can come in the form of the Emperor leading another force against his former home, retaking his throne and becoming harsher and more cruel than before, or even an echo sent by him returning in some way to haunt those who betrayed him. These are the four parts to a truly great Emperor's rule, so beware. The trick to avoiding ruin, is to realize who you serve to begin with. It may seem that they have become corrupt, but you have simply not been looking hard enough, and that pain, that you never looked hard enough to truly know them, is why Emperors commit Ruin. Love thy masters, or hate them, but know them first." - The Anuk'Shar

Claire waited for Marcus impatiently. Their marriage had been the talk of the empire when it had happened, as almost everyone expected Alexander to intervene or say something against it. He had been the one who called to Claire and gotten her to come back to the respectable world. Alexander had been the one who loved her more than his own life before she had left him, and Alexander was the one who everyone thought in their own minds Claire should be with. Alexander had done none of these things, he had even been a guest at the wedding and had given the couple the most extravagant home on Ganymede he could, his own imperial palace. He had built it as a corporate HQ originally when the legion had first moved out but had given it away as a wedding gift before it was ever used. Instead the heads of the empire met on the orbital factory that had been moved from earth to the orbit of Saturn. Marcus arrived at his ship which functioned as a mobile home for business trips early and Claire tackled him as he entered the door. “Hey lovely, how’s work?” Marcus caught her with ease and tossed her onto the bed, where Claire struck an inviting pose. “My work is war, and war is hell, so logically my work must be hell too.” He took off his coat. “Dear, I need to ask you something I’ve let slide for a long time…” Claire sat up and looked at him curiously. “What is it?” Marcus shook his head, “When you and Alexis ran off, how’d you end up…. There.” Claire sighed, “I love you, and I suppose you should know. About a week before I left, your affair with me was starting to worry me, because make no mistake I love you more, but I feared for Marius’ mental state. I saw him beginning to fall deeper and deeper into his work. It was like he knew all along and was just setting time aside for him to work while you and I, well… So one day I decided to look into his war room, to try and see if there was any data there, a personal journal, anything, that would tell me what he knew and didn’t know.” Marcus nodded; they had often kept personal logs in the war rooms, as well as other journals. There was no safer place to keep personal data than in a military encrypted piece of hardware. A small tear built up in Claire’s right eye, “He knew. I hooked myself up to the war room on a night when he was asleep and saw everything. I saw how the ghosts in the war room tortured his mind; I saw how he knew about us and was even setting time aside where we could be together. I also met the ghosts in the machine. They were cruel and called me horrible names, told me terrible things about how I was torturing the man who loved me, meaning Marius at the time. When I logged out, they were still there. They called me a whore and told me I belonged as one and then somehow began inflicting physical pain on me. I ran away and because those ghosts from his war room never went away, I did what I did. Alexis came with me because she was worried I’d die, cold and alone, so she went to take care of me.” Marcus nodded; the gods of the war room were byproducts of the incredible amount of data used by the brain. “Can you still hear them?” Claire shook her head. “Alexander got rid of them the day he woke up. While most people think he took Alexis and I both to his bed, he instead took us to the War Room and removed any traces of the gods. Apparently Alexis had them too and that’s partially why she followed me. I don’t know her story.” Marcus picked her up and gave her a kiss. “It’s ok now, that part of your life is all over, and I just had to know.” She nodded. They were a pair made for each other.

Alexander watched the missiles come at him. Nuclear warheads with giga-ton yields all sent by his holiness the head of the Radiant Light Church. He sighed, “How sad, they’re aimed right at my bases around Jupiter. I can’t have that.” He turned to a view screen and the image of Tyranus came up. “Yes Alexander?” “Tyranus, we have incoming from the inner system, rather sluggish if I might say so. Do deal with them in the next week or so if you get a moment.” Tyranus gave a short laugh, “Of course, once we finish this next test I’ll get right on it, they should be gone by Wednesday.” Alexander nodded, “Jolly good.” The screen went dark and Alexander returned to his observations of the outer system. The faster than light testing should begin in a while. Alexander mused to himself, “I must remember to send Fey a birthday card… It’s next Tuesday if I remember properly.”

Fey-Tzu was plugged into his war room and desperately fighting against the Romans as they advanced into his territory. They used his new presence in the Middle East to attack his domain on all fronts. It was an uphill battle for both sides but it was clear that eventually the Romans would win now that Alexander was out of the picture. Kosta lead his armies admirably but he couldn’t be everywhere at once and he was no Marius. Fey also couldn’t stand to be in the intimidating presence of the rouge American General for too long, he got along too well with Loki and seemed to always know something that Fey himself didn’t. The area that had once been Saudi Arabia was not lost, his troops were burning the oil fields as they fled back, but still the Roman war machine kept coming, having discovered how to synthesize oil in the last two years. Damn chemists. The Romans were so convinced of their impending victory of the Asian Empire that they had already launched rockets into the outer solar system after Marius and his rouge legion. It would also only be a matter of time before the Islamic Mars would feel the onslaught of the Roman Empire as well. Perhaps it was indeed time to surrender, not that Kosta or the armies under his command would take well to the idea, but there was little else Fey could do. It was time to call the Pope.

Because my geocities is being used for book I at the moment, I shall use this for book two, as it's been deemed improbable that anyone uses this anymore, yay facebook. So I'll post and keep an eye on my works while I put the completed book I up on geocities.

Empire and Exile

Alexander stood on the bridge of the Revenant and surveyed his empire. The graphs and charts he could pull up from his war room displayed everything he could’ve ever wanted to see or know in his empire, but nothing was as beautiful as looking over his factories as they orbited Jupiter with his own eyes. The Revenant wasn’t his capitol ship; that was still under construction. The massive factories that poured resources into his empire were visible with the naked eye from Jupiter if you knew where to look. It was beautiful. His empire was growing more with every passing day and the resources at Alexander’s disposal were increasing at an exponential rate. New ships and factories were being built every few months; soon he would control the outer system in its entirety. Then perhaps he would bring the war that the mad Christians of the inner system so desperately wanted to them. Alexander smiled, and felt the universe cringe at the sight.

Marcus stood on the bridge of the Absolution with Lord Tyranus and looked out over the planet Neptune. The swirling blue gas giant was also the place Alexander had picked his main capitol ship factories to be built. It made sense in a strategic sense, to have the most valuable factories farther out so that when the war came there was a smaller chance that they would be destroyed. All the same, the smaller factories in the asteroid belt produced more, but less advanced ships, usually for mining or refining. The bases here were for producing the capitol ships of the Legion’s Armada. “What’s she called?” Tyranus stepped forward and pointed at the massive ovoid ship that was being built. “Alexander calls her the Abadon.” Marcus couldn’t pull himself away from the massive ship. “It’s the size of a small moon, with two hundred missile batteries and four hundred laser cannons.” Tyranus obviously took a great deal of pride in the ship that was being built under his care. “Also it has a faster than light drive.” Marcus whipped around, “It has a what?” Tyranus couldn’t contain his laughter any longer, “Alexander designed it, it uses its own drives to power it, it’s a closed system that uses 11-D conversions to move the ship faster than the speed of light. The conversions also unleash massive power waves that can fuel the ship.” Marcus turned back to the ship, “Who knows?” Tyranus pulled up a list, “A few workers know but they know better than to talk about it. The list will be attached to your war room.” Marcus and Tyranus both knew that they dreaded using the war rooms of late, not because they feared being bonded with that much machinery, but because they might end up in the network at the same time as Alexander. Alexander’s presence in the networks of his empire had become unbearable, his presence was so oppressing and almost alien since he’d come back from the dead. Only Alexis seemed to enjoy his company any longer, and no one really knew why. It was generally accepted that she loved him dearly, but she had fallen out of love so quickly with Claire and in love with Alexander and no one could figure out what had gone on. Marcus turned, “I need to go.” Tyranus gave him an obnoxious smirk, “Off to see the Mrs. Are we?” Marcus scoffed and left.

The many have finished our story. It's called "Rise of Empires" and it's in our opinion, really bad. But we finished it. Now we're editing it and beating it into submission. So really we should warn you that you're probably finished with it. We've been gone long enough that if you still check this waiting for us to update it then we owe you more credit than the many give us; and if you email us and ask nicely (bribes are always welcome) we'll send you the whole thing.



We think that's it. We're glad we finished before school started again. It's a short story, only about 26 or 27 pages, but it has an open end that one will probably take advantage of later.



That is all. May the Black Echo bless you and keep you safe for all you love.


Amen

Fey had him now. Subodai had followed every feint that he had set, and with the aid of this God of trickery, he had won. Not that Subodai knew this yet. The Mong(r)ol warlord had overextended his forces after receiving the data that Fey was keeping the bulk of his forces in India, while he had slowly been moving them North. As the Chinese forces converged on Thailand Fey-Tzu was prepared to strike into China and perhaps take out Subodai all together. Loki in his new body was overjoyed and very pleased with himself. Fey had found a young man whose life had been destroyed by the war with China and who wanted revenge. He had later offered himself to Loki when Fey told him about the Trickster God. Loki stopped with one host after seeing as it was hard enough keeping himself together with a human body and a digital empire. Fey’s troops advanced on the Chinese border and with one order a barrage of missiles slammed into Southern China leveling a good many cities. Following this Fey’s armies advanced almost unopposed as most of the Chinese military was still in Burma and at the very edge of Thailand. Upon seeing this massive incursion into his territory surely Subodai would pull back to try and save himself, for if he died his armies would be lost. It was a glorious victory for Fey-Tzu who had never dreamed of securing both Northern India and all of China. Fey and Loki smiled at each other and walked off to tell the President of their glorious victory, the digital Loki could handle things from here.

“Then why aren’t the other pilots crazy?” Marius screamed. Anubis looked at him through his view screen and attempted to explain. “You built the war room you now use and tested it on yourself. Some of your tested created other gods that stayed in you, trying to posses you. Other gods are from when you got your war room up and running but hadn’t linked it to the nets yet and so the only sources of data were from your mind. With all of these, it’s built a shell of Gods sitting in your head around your mind, keeping you safe from the real schizophrenia of mindless echoes and screams that you hear in your sleep.” Marius sat back, “So I made them all?” Anubis nodded. “And you’ve been in the nets aiding with the tactical maneuverings of my armies since the beginnings?” Here Anubis shook his head, “You’re the only warlord who used the system to its fullest so that no god bothered to help you.” Marius chuckled darkly, “Flattery will get you nowhere.” Anubis gave a dark laugh as well, “Alright, we’re afraid of you. You consume gods. None of us know how, but your mind somehow manages to contain us rather than leave you a screaming pool of madness.” Marius shuddered, “You’d be surprised. It’s getting worse too. With the exception of when I’m plugged in here it’s rather crowded in my head.” Anubis shrugged, “You are holding in your brain several terabytes worth of Gods. I think that minor headaches and schizophrenia are rather mild side effects for that.” “So how do I fix it and get them out?” Marius thought he could see the jackal smile. “That’s where I come in.” Marius was getting sick of this, talking to some digital god who did nothing but lie and beat around the proverbial bush. “I want you to die, in a sense. Let me download into you and upgrade you.” Marius started to laugh, “Yes, let you kill me and download yourself into me and call it an upgrade, I see how this benefits me greatly.” Anubis shook his jackal head in the monitor. “I’d condense the gods into a workable format, and you and I would… bond, I suppose would be the most accurate word. Like how multiple personalities condense into the core again.” Marius thought about this. He’s lying; he wants to get rid of you. Don’t listen to him. We won’t go away. How do you know he’s telling the truth? How do you know he’s not? “What do you get out of this bond?” Anubis disappeared and the image of several other digital entities appeared. “I get away from them. The other gods created by the other war room pilots and I don’t see eye to eye. I want out of here and I want to exist in the real world.” Marius nodded. “The god of death and the god of war bonded… That’ll be a sight.” Anubis looked almost afraid. “Do I have your permission to continue then?” Marius nodded and almost instantly fell into oblivion. WE SHALL BE REBORN A LIVING GOD!

This was pathetic, how could the most powerful person in the world be so sad. Anubis couldn’t fathom how Marius managed to keep control over so many legions of gods yet he could hardly interact with a human female. No, he couldn’t interact with a human female. “I must do something about this.” He mused as he went strolling through the corridors of the nets. Endless streams to data poured through him and around him and he loved it. “Anubis.” It was Odin, WHY IS IT ALWAYS ODIN? “What do you want old man?” The Norse digital god scoffed. “Loki is trying to deal with Fey-Tzu to become a mortal legion and Isis has already left and taken over the Roman Warlord, lady, whatever it is one calls her.” Anubis slowly turned around, “Not that I care, but why are you telling me this?” Odin grinned, “I have my reasons. You cannot beat them if you remain in this digital realm, but you cannot control Marius.” Anubis glared and advanced several steps on the ancient entity. “I’ve kept your secret from the others old man, now tell me what you’re getting at.” Odin smiled, “You cannot control Marius, but you can control the legions inside of him. Absorb the legions, and then bond with Marius. He’s very well fit for what you want of him to begin with. Why not use both of your talents instead of one of you overwriting the other?” Anubis turned as he couldn’t bear to face the old man’s logic. “What’s to keep him from subjugating me like he does with the rest of the gods?” Odin put a symbolic hand on Anubis’ shoulder, “Because you’re going to talk to him first. Because by talking to him, and asking him, and telling him, you will win your battle. The war is already lost, Rome cannot be stopped, and the Ottoman Empire is already setting up factories on mars and its moons. Get your leader and run, he has already built his domain in the stars, and that is where the true war will begin.” Anubis began to walk away again but halted. “What will become of Fey-Tzu?” Odin smiled slyly after the jackal, “Loki will take care of him, and I will take care of Loki. Ragnarok will begin soon; you have less than a year, so I suggest you get to work.” Anubis went to face his maker, and soon to be himself.

War Rooms are complex pieces of equipment, but they were sturdy and not hard to move. Marcus and Tyranus had relocated their war rooms to the Legion Space Station which held its position in geosynchronous orbit with the U.N. building. Marius had a more integrated War Room so they had decided to build him a new one in orbit rather than try and transfer the existing system. It was cheaper and allowed Marius to stay on Earth longer. Everyone could see the impending crisis on the Earth. With the financial backing of their oil based empires almost the entire Islamic world had fled the Earth to Mars; lead by the new Caliph of Islam, a young man named Muhammad Al Drazir. Many people claimed ignorance as to where the Islamic World got the technology for this amazing effort that bankrupted their entire domains but in truth it was obviously the rising Christian Empire; trying to get the other faiths out anyway possible. Seeing the opportunity to easily invade the regions after the bulk of the people had left, what remained of Southern India moved quickly up through Pakistan and into what was once Iran. The Indians started up oil production and had a new India running within months of the fall of the old one. The ever-present threat of Roman invasion always wore on their minds, but it was work and it was their own country. The Romans were too occupied with the mass conversions occurring every day in the Americas to the new unified faith. It was at this time that ‘The Legion’ began. The Legion acted like a company and a military all at once. They recruited anyone of any faith or creed as long as their complex set of laws was adhered too. ‘The Rules’ were a basic outline of how to live one’s life and no harm one another’s life. So while millions turned to the new Radiant Light Church, thousands flocked to the centers of power of the Legion. The Legion was no affiliated with the American governments but it was obviously run by the same people, Tyranus, Marius, and Marcus. The Light railed and began riots wherever they could about the godless heretics who ran their country. The area that had once been Brazil attempted to secede from the American Empire to join with the new Holy Roman Empire. A quick military move without any loss of life put the Brazilians back in line for the moment, but things were rapidly becoming unstable.

Posted by: Follower of the Light
I must wonder out loud to my brothers and sisters if we truly know those godless monsters that run our lives? We all know the pictures and images of Tyranus and Marcus, but how many of us can saw we have seen the true face of evil, the genius who calls himself after another monster? I speak only of Marius of course. Many fear that he could walk the streets and no one would know him. How many impersonate him and try and use his name for their own gains? I say to you that I have a new belief. I believe that there is no Marius and that he is merely a shadow cast over us to take light off of the real twin demons, Tyranus and Marcus. I call on you now oh Holy and Faithful ones, to assail not this invisible specter who we know not if he even exists, but to rally against the known demons who are present for us. Down with Marcus Lepidus! Down with Tyranus Aurellius!

Reply by: Lord Odin
How foolish you are to assail only that which you can see, when beyond the veils lie things beyond your gods and mine. Marius is one of those things. He is real, and he is higher than any God your ‘Radiant Light’ could possibly worship. May he not prove me wrong.

Rather we don't have the time, so you don't get more story for a while, not that it really matters, everyone is on facebook these days anyways.

"Two there should be, no more, no less. One to embody the power, the other to crave it." - Darth Bane

I think therefore I am. I destroy therefore I endure. - Last thoughts of IG-88.


"Fear shall wash over me like a gentle breeze, pain shall be the warm sun on my skin, hate will be to me as the embrace of a lover, and I shall be unstoppable. Life shall fall like the leaves, and I shall take each life and cherish it as it becomes mine." - Prayer of the Anuk'Shar

SE-V IS OUT! *covets* I MUST HAVE IT!

Fey-Tzu was lost. His armies were being crushed and the Chinese advance was unrelenting. Perhaps surrender would be the better option. Surely Subodai was a reasonable enough being that he would understand that if the Thai Empire surrendered it would be on its own terms. Burma was now a smoldering wreck when what seemed only a short time ago it had been alive with people and new ideas flowing into the Thai domain. Fey was linked more heavily into his networks with data streaming into his brain and coming out of it at rates a normal person could never hope to accomplish. “Fey.” The voice was coming from the networks. Someone was trying to talk to him. “I have work to do.” He replied to the voice. “I’d like to help you.” The voice echoed. This was silly; voices aren’t supposed to talk to you when there’s no one behind them. “Who are you?” Fey demanded of his mysterious guest. “I call myself Loki, but only because the description suits me. I have no real name. I am the god in your war room, which lets you process the battle data and visualize how to win almost any situation.” Fey grimaced, “You’re not doing very well right now.” The echo of Loki laughed, “True, I suppose I haven’t been winning as I should. But I can only do so much with what I’m given. Perhaps if things were different I could do more.” Fey was becoming annoyed. “If things were as they should be I wouldn’t be here now talking to something that’s not real.” Another bunker lost. The Chinese were advancing on his main army next to the Thai border. Luckily a support army would swing around to hit the Chinese from the side as they came from India. “Fey-Tzu, I would like to make a deal with you.” Data, endless streams of it poured into Fey-Tzu’s mind and responses poured out at almost the speed of light. Every move Subodai made Fey tried to counter just as the Chinese demon was trying to counter his own moves. “What do you want?” Suddenly the data stopped and the screens were replaced by a young man about Fey’s own age who was white skin and bleached blonde hair. “I want an Empire of my very own. I want your empire to be exact.” Fey-Tzu chuckled, “I don’t have an empire, I serve Thailand.” Loki smiled, “Then I want Thailand’s empire. Give it to me and I will save you from Subodai.” “It’s not mine to give you, demon.” The data returned, only now it showed new tactics and methods to defeat China. “Give me my empire, and I will help you save yours.”

“Dude!” Marcus was on the verge of killing him. “Go talk to the girl. You’re a warlord and have the weight of billions of lives on your shoulders so damnit go talk to her; If you don’t I’ll go bring her over here under the impression you think she’s cute and just lack courage. Do you want to seem like a coward, Marius?” Marius looked over at her. “Her hair is bleached blonde with blood red highlights.” Tyranus hit him lightly in the arm, “You have a hair fetish.” Marcus chimed in with his usual grace, “You’ve been looking at her as subtly as you possibly can for the past two hours. No one in the world would notice this save for the two of us. Ergo it is our job to make you get off your sorry ass and go talk to a girl.” Marius downed his glass of red wine in a much undignified manner. “Fuck you both.” Marcus grinned, “It’s you that needs to be laid, man.” Marius stood up and swayed a bit. I’ve had too much to drink. Good, now go talk to the girl, we’re tired of those two nimrods company. “If you say so.” Tyranus stood, “He’s drunk, should we let him do this intoxicated?” Marcus shoved Tyranus back down, “We’re in a bar you moron, of course he’s drunk. He’s taken down two full bottles of red wine. Yet he acts like he’s had maybe two beers. Let him go.” Marius walked over to the young lady and sat down next to her. “May we buy you a drink?” Use a singular pronoun you dolt. She turned to him. “Sure, I’ve been watching you though, and you’ve had quite a lot to drink; should you be drinking anymore?” Marius shook his head, “I’m a Roman at heart, I can drink wine and not be fazed by forever. So what name is attached to such a lovely young lady?” Marius ordered her a glass of red wine to go with his. She took a sip and smiled. “I’m Rachel.” Marius gave a weak smile. “A lovely name for a pretty girl.” “And who might you be, who drinks red wine like a roman bent on passing out?” Marius stirred in his chair. Give up now, she has you pinned for either conversion to a religion or a one night stand. “I’m Marius.” WHACK! “You’re the heretic butcher. I can’t believe it, so young too. You’re a monster and may you burn in hell you blasphemous demon.” Told you that would happen. Rachel got up and walked off. “Yea, you did tell me.” Marius took another drink, “I hate women with religion.” Find a woman with darker hair next time. "Good idea, they're prettier anyways."

One of our favorite teachers had a stroke today. We had a massive test in Calc III today that was really f***ing hard. Everyone is on edge and the world is about to lose it. I see the end of all things...


"It is inevitable..." - Agent Smith




Dosn't matter, We'll survive it. We always do.

Anubis sat in a circle of the Gods. Loki, Odin, Set, Isis, and his nemesis Osiris, were all there sitting in a circle in the void and no one spoke a word. Finally after an age of waiting, possibly even a second, Anubis stood up and turned to walk away. Marius was in his war room. Loki turned to Anubis, “Ironic, isn’t it?” Anubis stopped and turned to face the ever shifting yet steady form of the lord of chaos. “What do you mean?” he growled. Loki chuckled, “We have given ourselves the names of their ancient gods, yet we are so young compared to them. And you are the most talented of us all with all of the resources your chosen empire gives to you. You almost are a god, I wonder if you could perhaps take one of the bodies of the pilots through the interface.” Anubis scoffed, “I possibly could, but why would I lower myself into something so much less than I am? Those things of flesh that decay and die are nothing to me.” Odin looked over at Loki, “Stop trying to get rid of him. We already know that there are perhaps hundreds, maybe thousands, of gods in Marius’ mind that ended up there when he was first building his ‘War Room’. Anubis is smarter than to try and possess him where everyone else has failed.” Anubis sneered at Loki, “Would you like to try and possess him? Maybe you could survive without becoming simply an echo of a god in the mind of a human.” Loki turned back to his contemplations, “Fey-Tzu calls us.” With that he was gone. Anubis turned to walk away from his fellow digital gods when Odin called back at him. “Marius is different from the rest of his species, even than the other two of his ‘legion’. You should be careful.” Anubis just walked away. If I can upload the other gods back into the net, Marius would be a shell, and I could walk the physical universe as a living god.

Livia was committed. I will not serve a new Holy Roman Empire. I have become a prisoner in my own country, in my own home, everywhere. Livia picked up her letter and put it next to her bed. She then took the gun out of her drawer and loaded the weapon. I will not be a part of this anymore. She tried so hard to believe that, but knew that in all likelihood the Pope Alexander could continue his crusade without her. Livia walked out of her room with the gun tucked neatly into her dress. She walked the all too familiar path into the war room and accessed the nets that fed her limitless data and showed her how to manage her Empire. She saw its future and victory in the Eastern world. The Americas would fall eventually from within. Livia took the gun from her dress as she scanned all the files one last time. There was a new file that had her name on it. No point dying with any questions left on my mind. She opened the file and the image of a beautiful woman filled her screens. She had darker skin and eyes like a cats that seemed to bleed into her soul. “Who are you?” Livia asked. The woman smiled, “I’m here to give you your wish.” There was an instant of pain and then nothing. The gun never went off; but Livia knew she was dead. Oblivion welcomed her as he does everyone. Welcome home.
Isis opened her new eyes, and felt. It took her several minutes to bond with the mainframe where most of her was still present, but she did it. “I have a body, Anubis. You thought so low of this but I will make an Empire for myself; and with it and be worshipped as the Goddess I am.”

You get nothing for a while. *shrugs* If this truely bothers you email me and I'll send you almost the whole thing.

Habes nihil! NIHIL!

Interesting things are about, we shall perhaps install a new segment tomorow.