Post by ZMAC on Apr 2, 2021 19:16:12 GMT -6
The aftermath was bloodshed and carnage. Deadbodies like Yuseff’s Used Czar Emporium and Petrol Station. However, it looks like somebody forgot to put it in “H” and now everything looks like the October Revolution was yesterday. Like Marx and Engles just shot MapBNHa in the face.
There can be no Re:/Z/istance without Re:V/olution. There cannot be revolution without cause and this fucked up repugnant shit was cause for K-SERN. Do you know how many Sham-WOWS this is gonna take to mop up? At least 12.
At fuggin’ least.
ZMACs head felt as bad it looks.
Face carved in half.
Skull Busted.
Chest, bursted.
skull bone where there should be skull meat
craters where there should be skull
a gloryhole where there should be an eye.
left arm – sitting in a wampa cave on Hoff.
“You have sustained maximum damage.” Says the Odinator. “You require repairs.”
“I require – what the fuck is going on?” Yells ZMAC, while doing his best Gus Fring impersonation.
“We’ve been attacked by the Re:V/olution.” Says Freya 6.
“I refuse to believe that theres a group of Ban_Z_to’s roaming around the time space calling themselves Re:V/olution. I’m a hellavah more creative than this.”
“You are.” States Odinator. “They are not.”
“It’s more an ironic sense of self.” Replies Freya.
ZMAC looks over to Sentinel. “ Is he –“
“Dead.” Replies Odinator in a cold voice.
“When does he respawn?” Asks ZMAC.
“He doesn’t” replies Freya 6 in a somber tone.
ZMAC crawls over to the dead body of Sentinel.
“You idiot!” He yells. “You moron. You shoulda stayed back. You shoulda stayed in your own time. You’d be a prettier shade of pink, that’s for damn sure.” ZMAC turns back to the Freya 6 Hologram. “What Z, was he. Really? Who was he?”
“Why, he was you, southpaw. And initial scans show that you have received similar damage to him. You will need similar repairs.”
“How did this happen? Why isn’t he regenerating? Why isn’t he gonna respawn?”
“The lazers they used copied your biological signature. Kind of like to waves cancelling each other out. It affects you the same way venom affects flesh. You can’t recover because it re-writes your DNA.”
“So why can’t he respawn?”
“Because- you know the rules. Two ZMACS can’t occupy the same timeline. He’s you from a different timeline and thus, can’t respawn.”
“But they were here!”
“Inferior copies and Inferior ZMACs from alternate universes.”
“What the hell caused all this?”
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FLASH_BACK.exe/The not too distant past
In a dark and loney kitchen. Lit by sunlight that shown through dusty curtain sat Vincent Buddy Roman, Proud Father. He was, as always, very well put together. He sat in a chair pulled out from the kitchen table. Staring longingly into his hands. Longingly into pictures. Faded. Torn. Tear moistened pictures.
Of Kazward Mazy.
Of Zombie McMorris
Of Zombie McMorris and Ruby with Rubys head cut off to make room.
of Natural Ice Beckman
Of his little Marina-Ballarina, Valdiva ( who’s just a supermodel with different female heads sloppily taped over each other )
And yes, and even of Steven Orbit, God rest his soul.
The house was cold and empty. That’s what ate at Buddy the most.
“Emptied.” Puttered the lips of the Shape. “A vessel without something to fill it. A boat without an ocean to sail in.”
He looks up to the archway between the kitchen and living room. To a sign from home goods that reads:
“Home is where family is.”
This was no home and Buddy Roman knew that.
A hand is placed on Buddys shoulder. The hand of Steven Orbit.
“It’ll be ok, Dad. I’m still here. I still love you. “
“Steven, Oh, how I wish you were here. You really were the glue that held us together.”
“Dad, what are you talking about, I never left.” Says a very real and definitely NOT a Ghost, ghost of Steve Orbit.
“I know that sometimes, I feel as though you never left.” Says Buddy, talking into the emptiness of the house.
“I manage the grocery store.”
“Sometimes, I feel like I even see you at the grocery store, bagging my groceries.”
“I did. I bagged you out not even three days ago.”
“I swear you even bagged my things. Funny, how grief can take a mind.”
“Dad, I’m not dead. I never died. I just stopped wrestling.”
“How grief can take an exquisite mind and turn it as dusty as this house.”
“Dad, you’re depressed you need help. I’ve been telling you for years. Literal years. Get help. Call a doctor. Call Remus. He’s your best friend. Tell him whats wrong. “ Pleads Steve Orbit. Pleads as a son to his father.
“As empty as this house.” Repeats Buddy.
“What good is an empty house. An empty nest?”
“Dad, give me your phone. I’m calling Reemus. I’m going to make an appointment. You need mental health. “
“What is a proud father, without children? What’s to take pride in, if there are no children.”
( 1 800 273 8255 )
“Hello, yes? My dad- my dads depressed. He thinks I’m dead when I’m certainly not dead and I think he’s going to hurt himself.”
“Ghost Busters, what’s your emergency” Says the voice on the other line of Steves phone call.
“SON OF A BITCH!” Yells Steve as Buddy goes to the sink and starts rummaging for chemicals and begins splashing them around the kitchen. “Oh my shit, oh my- Fire! SHITFIRE! my dad, MY DAD- he just dowsed chemicals. I think he’s going to set the house on fire. Call 911. “
“Harold, is this you again? Look, I told you to stop calling and cross over.” Says the woman on the other line.
“No! My dad – My dad! “ As steve yells, Buddy continues splashing chemicals around the house. Steve throws the phone. “ I gotta clean this up. “ He snaps his fingers. “No. I gotta dilute it. Gotta get the garden hose.” Steve runs out of the house and around back to get the garden hose. He runs back around the front but its too late.
Fire as broke out in the Valdiva-Roman compound.
inside, Buddy splashes chemicals on himself in an attempt of a Tibetan Protest in America. Steve grabs him before he can step into the fire and drags him out and the fire starts to rage around them and they watch from the sidewalk.
