Terrible News! With the disappearance of my Evil Clone, the Crimson Nematode, I suspected that he had again escaped into the time stream to cause havoc in another time frame of reference. Whenever he goes he spreads terrible, terrible evil, his presence a terrible corruption to the world around him.
I've been gone these last weeks traveling back in time to check events in history. So far, President Abraham Lincoln has still been assassinated by Booth, with a conventional pistol of that time frame. Another entire alternate reality was created by Crimson Nematode, when he assassinated Lincoln with a plasma pistol. That took a while to delete.
And then I returned to Utopia, my beautiful city of Science and Art. The perfect society, who's people strove only for Peace. My treasured Utopia lay in ruins. From historical records I was able to recover, I found that my cursed Evil Clone had returned months before his creation, and wreaked terrible horror and evil upon an unsuspecting populace of pacifists.
I can't even be sure Utopia can be saved from the past, your future. I must return to the future, weeks before he appeared and leave a trap for him. Perhaps the Soothing Rays of Peace can subdue him this time?
I cannot fail, for the responsibility for his unholy genesis lies on my shoulders.
Peace will survive!
-Verdant Ecdysozoa
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Verdant Ecdysozoa's Origin
It began many years ago, in what you would reckon as the distant future. I was one of the leading scientists in the great CityState Utopia. That is until my experiments in cloning led to my terrible downfall.
In Utopia, all the needs of the populace are provided for, and man has achieved peace, equality, and equilibrium with the environment. Free of the worries of disease, and prejudice, the people aspire to create beauty in art, literature, science, and music. Long ago, science perfected the Bergholm Process, a means by which life spans were dramatically increased, disabilities and disease eliminated, and fear of death a long forgotten memory. In this most tranquil civilization, science was pursued with fervent joy, each new discovery a celebration to the glory of our intellect, and the prosper of our culture.
At this most glorious of times, our Great CityState was governed by a Council of Scientists, learned scholars of talent and devotion to the needs of the citizenry. I was one such Council member, and many were my accomplishments on behalf of my beloved Utopia and her people. As a Council member, my desire to serve Utopia was unbridled by thoughts and worries of overstepping the Laws of Nature. Of unraveling the nature of creation, and looking into the soul of man unafraid of what was to be found. Why? Why did I begin my cloning experiments? If I had known what terrible consequences to myself, and to my beloved Utopia, I would have never undertaken those experiments, an all too ignorant pursuit of knowledge, into the dark corners of the soul. Oh the terrible cost, the lives lost to my hubris!
I look back with eyes rimmed with tears, at my mistaken pride. A clone, a perfect replication, but not of my mind. No! Not of any Utiopian mind. A creature of unrelenting hostility and evil was born that day, from machines and processes surely driven by infernal design. If only I could have stopped him, before he turned his malicious tendencies upon my person, I might have saved the people who he first found and extinguished.
Before he escaped into the timestream with a stolen Chronal Artifact, he had massacred a handful of citizens. Murder! A crime unheard of for centuries uncounted, bewildering the minds of all Utopia. How could this happen? Driven from Utopia, and stripped of my citizenship, banished from my Great CityState, I was sent into the wilderness. And in this wilderness, bourne of my tears and shame, I did build for myself a Temporal Tracker, that I might seek out my dangerous progeny, and bring this twisted reflection back to Utopia for justice.
I have found the Crimson Nematode in this time, and have pursued him to this place. I will not make the mistake of trying to reason once more with so malicious an intelligence. The Soothing Rehabilitation Rays of Peace will subdue the creature, and I will impel ourselves back into the future before irreparable harm is done in the past, causing the elimination of my Glorious CityState Utopia in the future.
-Verdant Ecdysozoa
In Utopia, all the needs of the populace are provided for, and man has achieved peace, equality, and equilibrium with the environment. Free of the worries of disease, and prejudice, the people aspire to create beauty in art, literature, science, and music. Long ago, science perfected the Bergholm Process, a means by which life spans were dramatically increased, disabilities and disease eliminated, and fear of death a long forgotten memory. In this most tranquil civilization, science was pursued with fervent joy, each new discovery a celebration to the glory of our intellect, and the prosper of our culture.
At this most glorious of times, our Great CityState was governed by a Council of Scientists, learned scholars of talent and devotion to the needs of the citizenry. I was one such Council member, and many were my accomplishments on behalf of my beloved Utopia and her people. As a Council member, my desire to serve Utopia was unbridled by thoughts and worries of overstepping the Laws of Nature. Of unraveling the nature of creation, and looking into the soul of man unafraid of what was to be found. Why? Why did I begin my cloning experiments? If I had known what terrible consequences to myself, and to my beloved Utopia, I would have never undertaken those experiments, an all too ignorant pursuit of knowledge, into the dark corners of the soul. Oh the terrible cost, the lives lost to my hubris!
I look back with eyes rimmed with tears, at my mistaken pride. A clone, a perfect replication, but not of my mind. No! Not of any Utiopian mind. A creature of unrelenting hostility and evil was born that day, from machines and processes surely driven by infernal design. If only I could have stopped him, before he turned his malicious tendencies upon my person, I might have saved the people who he first found and extinguished.
Before he escaped into the timestream with a stolen Chronal Artifact, he had massacred a handful of citizens. Murder! A crime unheard of for centuries uncounted, bewildering the minds of all Utopia. How could this happen? Driven from Utopia, and stripped of my citizenship, banished from my Great CityState, I was sent into the wilderness. And in this wilderness, bourne of my tears and shame, I did build for myself a Temporal Tracker, that I might seek out my dangerous progeny, and bring this twisted reflection back to Utopia for justice.
I have found the Crimson Nematode in this time, and have pursued him to this place. I will not make the mistake of trying to reason once more with so malicious an intelligence. The Soothing Rehabilitation Rays of Peace will subdue the creature, and I will impel ourselves back into the future before irreparable harm is done in the past, causing the elimination of my Glorious CityState Utopia in the future.
-Verdant Ecdysozoa
Thursday, October 15, 2009
The Arrival
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