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The End of Persistence

Fall-of-Constantinople
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The Red Sun Inn has fallen and with it the city of Persistence. On March Second, the city of Persistence fell. the zombies that were crashed into Hellifyno by Olde Watch, are void zombies, and they destroyed, utterly, the Red Sun, and then were able to erradicate the entire city. They found this power by joining with the creature, Janey Belle, a terrestrial zombie and… in their attempts, corrupted her enough to accomplish their great task. 

There is no more Persistence.. There is no Red Sun Inn. All hope is lost. 

Narrator
 
3/01 09:57PM
There is a quiet trembling in the Inn, a soft stir that is nothing against the constant echoes of screams that highlight the nights these days. But slowly, steadily, it grows louder. Until drinks in glasses are stirring and the most astute of senses can begin to detect. It is a lumbering sound, one that now start to cause bowls and silverware to tremble in their places. And then, there is a crushing sound, as in the distance, one of the few remaining, great defended, skyscrapers of the city falls. The quaking ground grows louder, and in the distance, more of the few final sentinels of civilization in this city fall, the greatest of the buildings dying. Outside you notice for the first time in days a new rush of victims, racing east, away from the coming storm. People have been scarce but now, in the face of this new destruction, they are vacating once well defended homes and escaping from once well secreted holes to race like rats across the city in search of some new den. A few run into the Inn, breathless. Most rush past. That stomping sound grows even louder, and now, on the horizon, can be seen the wavering mounds of undead conglomerate flesh, shuffling towards the center of the city.
 
Janey Belle
 
3/01 10:00PM
“Ah well…” Janey streeeeeeetched her hands over her head, bending this way and that way. Unnecessary, of course, for a dead woman to limber up. But she was bored and liked to act. From all the commotion, she knew that things were picking up outside again. And so she walked right past the panicked people that she’d normally be devouring to see what they were running from instead of her. She rose into the air slowly, glaring at the horizon at those mounds of flesh…
 
F.E.V reject #627
 
3/01 10:01PM
huh maybe i should get my rocket and leave,so many people here
 
Pikorian Newville
 
3/01 10:03PM
Pike, shuffled from her pallet on the floor. Silently, thanking Weary who had cast the spell on her.. shed. But. It was livable… So.. She lived in it. She froze when she heard the stomping. Her door creaked as she opened it, the child ran, dodging zombies and stood on tip-toe, after she teleported on to the roof. She chewed her lip at the silhouette. That didn’t sound, or look good.. She climbed down, and stepped into the Inn.
 
Narrator
 
3/01 10:03PM
There are no longer zombies at the windows, undead shuffling around the perimeter of the building. They have gone. Almost as if leaving an avenue for the escaping survivors to run. Meanwhile, the thumping sound continues to grow louder, causing debris to shake and ruins to collapse even more, giving an odd sense of heart beat life to the now mostly ruined and ravaged city of Persistence. as they approach, the creatures become more visible. They are the undead horror of this space born plague, but grown massive, and grotesque. They shuffle not on legs, but on blobs of half burnt flesh, or on thousands of exposed bone legs, or on the severed rotting tongues of ten thousand undead. Their size is massive, the least ten feet in height, the largest, in the distance, could be as large as fifty feet in height. They have many limbs, arms and legs stolen from their undead brethren. Or yours…. and some extending now ten feet in length.
 
Femur lashed to femur, skulls used as joints.
 
Fists laced with rotting teeth.
 
And through it all, laces of that midnight black blood, winding and twisting about them, binding their limbs and their flesh together in some unholy convocation.
 
F.E.V reject #627
 
3/01 10:08PM
shit any that want to live fallow me and get on my rocket*behind the in is an three story 6 booster fusion powered escape rocket disguised as a stand of trees,the mutant runs out to it and starts fliping switches and pressing buttons preping for launch*
 
Janey Belle
 
3/01 10:13PM
“Oh, look! I know that trick, too!” But sadly, Janey didn’t have any raw materials that were appropriate for use at the moment… OR did she? Her eyes went back to the Inn, where all those fresh bodies just ran… Nah. Not enough, not enough to compete with all this, at least. It’d waste her magic trying to copy. So instead… she watched with an admiring gaze.
 
Narrator
 
3/01 10:16PM
The stomping shuffling crashing sound is now a thunderous roar as the hideous undead conglomerations shift and step and fumble their ways across and through the last of the ruins of the great city of Persistence. As they do, massive muscles made of hundreds of rotting tongues melted together dart out and snatch up some of the rushing and running refugees, while others slash their own throats to send waves of midnight blood spewing over groups of the living and fleeing, melting them into an oblivion of nothingness on the spot. Their approach is like a wave, emptying the city and the world of everything that approaches And they are circling in on the Red Sun Inn.
 
F.E.V reject #627
 
3/01 10:18PM
*the rocket is ready to launch and starts to rumble as the boosters exude thrust to lift the rocket off the ground*
 
Rosha-5591 Black Brigade
 
3/01 10:25PM
The Space Rat came into atmosphere, guns ready to blaze a trail. But… This was nothing that Rosha’s guns could take care of. Not unless she had some serious maneuvers with a few other ships. “O ta ma de… Fuck- this isn’t good.” Rosha could at least fit two dozen people into her ship for safe travel up to the station, at least then she tried to help. Rosha came in hot, and regardless of having a decent outcome. “Open transmission line-” she said, “Persistence doesn’t seem so good,” she said. Rosha broke through the atmosphere, ion guns ready to shoot. Inside of her ship, in the pit, the screens were lit with red targets. It was very much close to a video game, the way the warnings flashed. Rosha flipped the toggles on the directionals of the ship and begun her assault on what she could target. Her target, to separate some civilians that were being attacked, to help them to some safety, gather them together and hopefully pull some up onto her ship. But, that won’t happen until she gets a little closer for them.
 
F.E.V reject #627
 
3/01 10:27PM
*the rocket is slower to take off this time as it is loaded with people now,it slowly rises into the air*
 
Janey Belle
 
3/01 10:29PM
“So is this gonna be how it ends?” Janey smirked a little as she saw it all. “You idiot things do all the heavy lifting for those fuckers on the Moon? I’m SURE they have a plan to take you all out after you take us out… Big men like that always have a plan. Now… ANY other time, I’d just sit back and let you do your work… But there’s just one thing…” A curse came from Janey’s lips again, and her hands ignited into flaming ectoplasm. “You’re not good enough for me.” From somewhere down below, an odd book all bound in leather came fluttering into her flaming hands like a bird, though its yellowed pages didn’t burn as she started to read from the pages of the Necronomicon Ex Monstro. Evil symbols, twisted and deformed like cancerous growths on the flesh of reality started to pop into existence around her. The light of her sickly green flames grew brighter, as did the glow from her eyes, and eventually, from the book… And then the rest of Janey started to grow as well, her arms thickening and elongated until her black robe shredded… And when her feet touched the ground again, standing there in Persistence was a 50 Foot Tall Zombie Tramp.
 
F.E.V reject #627
 
3/01 10:33PM
*the rocket is in the sky now flying away carrying survivors to safety*\
 
Narrator
 
3/01 10:37PM
The massive flesh beasts lumber forward. Some rolling on a collected mass of rotting eyes, some crawling on libs made of the torsos of infants sown together. They are massive, and terrible, and as the last of the refugees rush down the streets the more nimble, bone spider monsters race after them. But most are centered on the Red Sun Inn, a target now, for these mindless beasts, for whatever reason. Roshas gun ships come into view and begin blasting the monstrosities, but as they do… inky black blood spewers out, the substance now like a living acid, melting through materials and shields, steel and flesh, and even seeming to burn through reality. The spewing geysers are like retaliatory shots even as fused tongue whips and femur strung limbs lash out at her ships.
 
And then there is Janey, the monstrous undead opponent. She s targeted as well, as a half dozen meandering piles of flesh rush at her. The first is made entirely of arms, with just a tiny head peaking through the melee to see. The second is made of pure gore, like a mud monster, but comprised only of meat and organs and churning flesh. The final beast is a massive being with thousands of writhing bodies crawling and sprawling through its mass as if it were just a mounds of undead pieces, a hive living to thrive on death and gore.
 
Rosha-5591 Black Brigade
 
3/01 10:40PM
Rosha’s guns let out a loud series of ear piercing shots. She watched the dirt kick up in clouds and chunks, flying and leaving behind a wreckage in the ground. She hoped she got some undead, her sights were locked on a mass, to hopefully break up what could be a severe threat. But, as she flew over, seeing that her efforts were only causing more damage to anything that their blood and ick hit, she pulled up, circling. “Shit- hell no!” She pulled up, out of their reach, “Space Rat callin’ in for some kind of back up. These things need a bath in fire!”
 
Narrator
 
3/01 10:40PM
And as this happens, a massive pile of rot and gore stands beyond it all. It raises its head to the stars and begins to scream from a thousand melted faces plastered to its rotting flesh.
 
“Despotatri… Elega… Faesotu Turatti… Natu Fotuci… Calla Hellwit… Fatahs Sal… T’oh Karkan… Demonis Asparat Dednudim… So T’ala Kel”
 
The worst burn the night, they melt, they singe realty, they damage the very fabric of the world.
 
Words. That burn the night.
 
Narrator
 
3/01 10:42PM
Bands of pure black midnight vile blood fire up at Rosha’s vessels like missiles piercing an already starless sky.
 
Janey Belle
 
3/01 10:44PM
“COME AT ME, BITCHES!” At the end of her screeching scream, a loud curse flew from her mouth and the flame coating her hands spread to the rest of her towering, naked body, and with the anger of a giant woman scorned, the Fifty Foot Flaming Floozie threw herself at the advancing mounds of undead filth. Who were THEY to challenge HER?! Freakish strength had been magnified to fit her titanic stature, as her black nails raked across their horribly shaped bodies to rip and tear them apart. She kicked, she kneed, she clawed, she roared in bitchy defiance. And through it all, she saw and heard the thing behind them… Oh-ho-ho, she was coming for THAT one…
 
Rosha-5591 Black Brigade
 
3/01 10:45PM
That scream echoed and shook her ship, causing Rosha to look to the screen on her dash to what that thing was. But, her shields bounced as something caught the wing of her ship. That caught her attention fast. “What- no! No- no- no-! You assholes don’t get to fire! You’re shambling, barely jogging, mindless dead things!!” Rosha focused on avoiding the shots of black… blood? Was that blood? Rosha didn’t care, she didn’t want anything damaged. The only damage that was going to be done, was to those things. Rosha pulled up on altitude, letting her ion guns rain hell down upon the enemy. “Seriously- this is some fucked up shit, man!”
 
Narrator
 
3/01 10:49PM
Janey smashes into the grappling arm monster, tearing many of its hundreds of limbs off, even as it scratches and tears and rips at her flesh, infecting her as much as it can with the dark corruption, the binding energy that keeps it whole, the second is smashed repeatedly, its gory form diminishing in size, but still smacking and wrapping itself around her, infecting any wounds the first causes with its many arms, and the their towers behind her, a thousand zombie bodies sweeping and swiping at her to infect and corrupt the creature more. It is already undead, could it be turned to this new darkness? And if not, can that darkness tear her apart from within?
 
A beast the size of a house collapses under the fire of Rosha’s ion blasts, but its blood seeps across the land and melts the earth and dirt. Another rips its many arms off and connects them, creating a great reaching ladder to the stars that seeks to snatch her ship from the heavens and crash it against the ground, the limb unending as more and more of the undead pile on to contribute to this monsters mass.
 
Janey Belle
 
3/01 10:56PM
“Is that all you got?!” She was slamming her fist into the thing over and over, her ectoplasmic flame spreading from her to it even as its darkness tried to seep into her. What kind of darkness did this thing think it had that had any sway over her? Darkness? What was it looking for? Her soul? Well, it was welcome to take a good, long look. Look at her, at her core, at her being, and see what was there. Poverty, envy, hatred, rage, victimhood, more hatred, burning hatred, murderous rage, more suffering, more suffering, more suffering, more hatred, self-hatred, pity, pity, pity, more hatred, self-hatred… Fear. Death. And then RAGE. RAGE. HATRED. KILL THE LIVING. EAT THE LIVING. SUFFER NO LONGER THE LIVING! “IS THIS ALL YOU ARE?!” Darkness? Darkness was easy. Darkness is what she knew every night when she buried herself in the earth and suffered her own evil, embraced it, loved it, lived it… Whatever she had been, whatever she could’ve been, it was as dead as the rest of her. Darkness? Janey was RAGE. She’d torn herself apart from within long before it ever had… But it was WELCOME to try. Monsters weren’t just forces of destruction, mindless, shapeless, without form or purpose. Monsters were this. “You’re NOTHING to ME, BITCH! NOTHING! Fuck you! FUCK OFF!” Her claws sank as deep as she could get them into this thing and she pulled, pulled, pulled to just rip it open so she could charge right on through to the next one.
 
Rosha-5591 Black Brigade
 
3/01 10:56PM
“BUAH!!! NO!!” Rosha pulled back, and fired at the base of that ladder of undead. “You ain’t touchin’ my baby!!” Her fingers were wrapped around the control in a vise grip. She reached, one hand still firing the front half of the several guns mounted across the ship while her other hand flipped to reroute the power to her shields. She could only put so much power to the mounted guns before she overheated the cores and blew them apart. So, Rosha kept her ion guns at a normal power, and focused her hits on keeping them from getting to her ship.
 
Narrator
 
3/01 10:59PM
The Void smiles, and whispers to Janey, even as the many armed monster strikes at her, and is ripped apart, even as the gore beast infects her, to amplify the message, even as it is splattered and shattered, and even and the being of a thousand faces loses them, one by one. “This is the destruction of everything. This is the end of all. You can be a part of the mad destruction. The apocalypse and then the fall. Together, we can destroy everything, and find the end of all of those cravings, the final perfect pursuit of RAGE. RAGE. HATRED. KILL THE LIVING. EAT THE LIVING. SUFFER NO LONGER THE LIVING!”
 
“You are almost there…”
 
The ladder reaching towards Rosha smashes in half and tumbles, crashing into the Inn, shattering its roof. But black midnight blood spews outwards from that wound, spurting twice hard enough to reach the ship and infect it with its corrosive corruptions, even as the being beneath falls from more repeated gunfire blasts shattering it.
 
Meanwhile, those are not the only monsters. Other conglomerated confederations of undead limbs and skulls, organs and flesh, have congregated around the Red Sun Inn. The area around the Inn Is now rubble, and in that waste, they stop their violent assault, and as they can, their heads, some few, some many, begin to bow. And all chant the same, intoning verse.
 
“Despotatri… Elega… Faesotu Turatti… Natu Fotuci… Calla Hellwit… Fatahs Sal… T’oh Karkan… Demonis Asparat Dednudim… So T’ala Kel”
 
“Despotatri… Elega… Faesotu Turatti… Natu Fotuci… Calla Hellwit… Fatahs Sal… T’oh Karkan… Demonis Asparat Dednudim… So T’ala Kel”
 
“Despotatri… Elega… Faesotu Turatti… Natu Fotuci… Calla Hellwit… Fatahs Sal… T’oh Karkan… Demonis Asparat Dednudim… So T’ala Kel”
 
Janey Belle
 
3/01 11:04PM
“You don’t even KNOW why you’re here, do you? You don’t even CARE!” She was screaming as she tore at them, a giant whirling fury. Another curse flew from her lips, and the giant curtain of night that was her hair, also aflame, came to life; like giant blades, needles, tendrils, ropes, and webs, her hair attacked the creatures, going to tie and bind limbs to immobilize or rip them off, to slash through flesh and bone and filth to send it falling to the ground to writhe uselessly away from her; to ensnare and hold them still for her fists. “You aren’t HERE to end it! THEY sent you here! THE LIVING! They’re USING you and you’re LETTING THEM! YOU don’t CARE enough! YOU DON’T CARE ENOUGH!” She locked eyes on the thing in the distance… and beams of unholy fire shot from her eyes at it.
 
Narrator
 
3/01 11:04PM
“Not the living.”
 
The creatures begin to burn, to melt beneath Janey. But as they do, a darkness seeps out into her. It flows around her and through her and whispers many things.
 
“We are the opposite of life.”
 
“We bring the true end.”
 
“Don’t believe, the manipulations and lies….”
 
Rosha-5591 Black Brigade
 
3/01 11:07PM
Red warnings flashed across her screen that she was hit, that the shields were corroding away, the central main frame for those shields giving out. “Fuck-” The chant reached up to her ship, loud and roaring. “..What is happening here?” Rosha pulled up higher and started circling around the inn, firing, muting the warnings that blasted out of her console. She didn’t have canons, she didn’t have anything but the ion guns and her own blasters on her hips. She kept circling, keeping those things from chaining up to her ship, to keep those things from splashing their black blood up at her.
 
Narrator
 
3/01 11:07PM
And then dark cords of blood lash around Janey and hold her, hold her so tight that she feels she might die, like they might cut through her undead flesh. They shoot from every monstrous being in the vicinity. And each of them echoes the same message.
 
As Rosha pulls higher the undead monstrosities start to lose sight, and those attacking her return to the fold, to the chanting, to the all encompassing chanting, to that haunting melody that hints of truth in ways only found in blood and nothingness.
 
“Despotatri… Elega… Faesotu Turatti…”
 
A psalm, in an ancient tongue, sung to the nothing and emptiness that opposes the broken world.
 
As they sing, as they chant, these giant mounds of flesh, a dark storm begins to form overhead. This is a maelstrom born of emptiness, a vortex so dark that you can barely conceive it, barely perceive it. It is the true essence of nothing, a look into the eye of oblivion, And though it is terrible, you may not perceive it as evil.
 
It is emptiness, it is Void.
 
The demeanor is less of a monster attack now, and ore of a solemn rite. An act of blood and faith being performed by the undead mounds of a thousand corpses, summoning something, into the world. Something that is in direct opposition to life.
 
Janey Belle
 
3/01 11:15PM
“Oh yeah? You really don’t know, do you?” She pointed skyward, at the moon. “THEY sent you here, he told me they did! I heard the message, but clearly YOU didn’t! You’re not here for the end! IF you WERE… You wouldn’t hurt ME.” She remembered, vividly, what it felt like to die, and she wasn’t afraid of it. She’d been bound, she’d been tied, too, at the worst of times, at the darkest of times, and she’d wished for death to take her then to no avail, to no relief. There was no terror now, only those two memories. Memories of how she ended up here. All it did was piss her off. “Because if ANYBODY gets to end this shitshow, it is ME! YOU. HAVE. NO. RIGHT.” Her feet stomped, and dug up the earth as she struggled to push forward to the large monster she saw chanting before. Her hair, her fire, her claws, her fists, her feet, every fiber of her being strained. “WHERE IS YOUR RAGE?! WHERE’S YOUR REASON!? What claim do you have to end all this, huh? Who hurt you, bitch?!” She thrust her hands forward and spoke another curse. The ground underneath Janey and the monsters around her erupted into green fire, throwing molten, burning dirt, rock, and stone skyward.
 
Rosha-5591 Black Brigade
 
3/01 11:16PM
Rosha pushed the thrusters to full, barreling low to let off a series of shots, and then went back up, out of their reach, and looked what was becoming. “…This is bad. Very bad..” Rosha didn’t know what to do. She slammed her hand down on her hailing beacon, maybe ALL Corp will pick up on the signal, but… there was no guarantee of that. “…No one else is around.. Are they all dead?” Rosha circled again, doing the same, but from the other direction, pulling a low and wide wave of shots down onto the horde.
 
Narrator
 
3/01 11:18PM
Rosha smashes the beast of many arms to pieces, the ion blasts just tearing its body into shreds, although many of the writhing limbs continue to live. Meanwhile the chanting continues, it grows louder.
 
“Despotatri… Elega… Faesotu Turatti… Natu Fotuci… Calla Hellwit… Fatahs Sal… T’oh Karkan… Demonis Asparat Dednudim… So T’ala Kel”
 
“Despotatri… Elega… Faesotu Turatti… Natu Fotuci… Calla Hellwit… Fatahs Sal… T’oh Karkan… Demonis Asparat Dednudim… So T’ala Kel”
 
And then janey sends her crashing green fire into the ground, and as she does, the dark magic and midnight blood of the monstrous corpse beings melts with it, and there is a massive explosion of reality and nothingness that flickers for fifteen seconds in the already corrupted atmosphere of Persistence.
 
In the aftermath, There is a hole, a giant hole, green and black and swirling that sets the Inn aflame, and then begins to devour it.
 
The flesh monsters howl and begin sadshing the earth and ruins around them.
 
The slice off the heads of their zombie limbs and let black blood flow in spurting geysers of majesty. and a midnight rain begins to fall on the city.
 
Rosha-5591 Black Brigade
 
3/01 11:22PM
“Why do they keep moving!!?? This is crazy!!” Rosha kept going, circling, firing, circling, firing, change position, do the same thing again. It was becoming repetative, and her only saving grace was that she changed her position. But, as she went up again, to circle, she saw the giant hole of green and black, “…Oh god… How.. there is no saving this… not like this.” She looked out at the monsters, the giant hole, her eyes wide with horror. Never before has she been so terrified. “I-I have to pull back-” she said quickly, “I’m so sorry…”
 
Narrator
 
3/01 11:25PM
Rosha has shattered half a dozen towering monsters now. their flesh just ruined as they chanted and invoked their dark magics. But now she pulls up and away, which is a good thing, as a thousand starnds of black void zombie blood flood the sky, creatinga criss cross pattern in the starless night that speak of ancient and evil ruins. Her ship just barely escapes the matrix of coruption.
 
“We can end this together…”
 
“We can finish this all.”
 
“Finally, sleep.”
 
“An end”
 
Pulsing void veins lace around the reality of the Inn, of the world around it, speaking in somnolous tones.
 
Janey Belle
 
3/01 11:30PM
The fifty foot body of Janey hovered in the air above everything, and pulling her limbs in close, she sucked in the ectoplasmic flames of her creation into her body. She was bare, exposed, wounded, infected… But as she opened her mouth and spewed forth another curse, she was as a giant dragon breathing her unholy wrath upon the competing undead. It was a scream, a screech, a cry of sorrow, pain, suffering, rage, unending lack of forgiveness for the living that had plagued her, that had betrayed her, that had disappointed her, abandoned her, violated her, killed her… Two more jets of flame shot from her eyes as well, and they fell on whatever creature dared move against her further. Those whispers that begged for her to come join them, to fall in line, they were met with her own wordless sass that reached out to every other mass of undead flesh that was trying to take Persistence. “I am the end here, you fuckers. I will be the one that stands on the face of the world and knows peace, and I know it’ll be because I was patient, I was steady, and I was not selfish, not greedy, not covetous. I am a predator, not a weapon, not an army. I am a force of nature, and I will take my time. You are a mockery of the chaos I hope to see unfold, of the end that these idiots deserve. Or, in short…”
 
Rosha-5591 Black Brigade
 
3/01 11:31PM
Rosha flew, trying her damnedest to avoid the rain of blood from the sky, from below? Her hands gripped the controls, tightly. And, as turned, her eyes set on a giant monstrosity. What was that? Rosha didn’t know, nor did she want to find out, but, judging from the advancement of these creatures, their power, their strength, their damn near intelligence, she could only assume as least blasting at this thing on her way could help. Or distract. Or… be her death? True, Rosha was scared shitless at this point. She’s seen a lot of blood through her years, but she’s never seen this before. So, she aimed the ion guns, every one on her ship, at this giant thing, and tried to give it one hell of a distraction as she barrel rolled away.
 
Janey Belle
 
3/01 11:32PM
“YOU DON’T OWN ME! I’M NOT JUST ONE OF YOUR OTHER TOYS!” Her voice was a thunderous song that threatened to split the earth further. She was just too damn Miss Independent.
 
Dragon Teers
 
3/01 11:36PM
Dark blood, dark magic, the Void itself infects the undead creature known as Janey, infuriating her, empowering her, and her blast of breath is more powerful than she ever could have imagined. Her voice, her curse, is laced with dark magics that are enhanced by every one of the massive beasts there. The formless heaps of flesh and blood continue to chant. And as she unleashes her worst the power of her hatred and contempt sluices through the Inn, ripping it into a vortex of midnight black that starts tearing pieces from it. The roof falls in, the floors collapse, the door is evaporated.
 
And none of it is repaired.
 
The attack from Rosha crashes into the monstrous mound acolytes, and their bodies explode. Lessening the force of the ark energy. With each kill she saves a piece of the Inn, a piece of reality.
 
Meanwhile the infection continues to grow in Janey, and at her rage, the Inn is torn apart, piece by peiec, the bar is gone, the tables are torn apart.
 
Jerry suddenly rushes out with a half dozen Hobgoblins in tow, his wife Jessy at his side with twice that in her arms.
 
Janey Belle
 
3/01 11:39PM
“Don’t tell me what to do! And DON’T tell me what to say! PLEASE, when I go out with you, DON’T PUT ME ON DISPLAY!” Her flames sought out any of the undead on the ground, taking shape as many shambling flaming forms all their own, as if given form and shape from the sheer memory of her many, many victims. They attacked the zombies from beyond as Janey came back down to ground level. She glared at Persistence, at the creatures underneath her. “GET OUT! YOU are nothing! You’re not EVEN WORTHY of killing these people! GET OUT!”
 
Rosha-5591 Black Brigade
 
3/01 11:42PM
Rosha didn’t know how she was helping, but, as she watched, firing away, she saw that where some of that black devouring blood hit, nothing dissolved. So… Perhaps… She could help? Rosha bit her lip as she circled, going again, but saw as the kind bartender fled. She could help them, that’s for certain. “Opening bay door,” she said, and she flew low, speaking into the microphone, “Get in, we’re going to go to the station from here if I can’t help anymore.” She didn’t care how many civilians got on, the ship could hold at least thirty between the bunks and cargo room. Rosha didn’t stop firing, and positioned her guns so that she could clear a path for the bartender and his wife as she lowered herself down, the bay door open, ramp down, for them to jump on with their entourage. “Hurry up!!”
 
Dragon Teers
 
3/01 11:43PM
Janey’s powers are laced with black Void energy. The corruption fuels her, allowing her destroy hundreds, maybe thousands of the lesser zombies in the city, her fire raging through the streets. And the massive flesh beasts bow before her at her will, or combust at her will. Only to be absorbed into that sweet black oblivion, that nothingness that now consumes much of the whole city. Whole neighborhoods are gone. And the Red Sun Inn is being eaten, devoured, its walls eroding, its foundations buckling beneath the power of emptiness.
 
Jerry and Jessie are carrying maybe 30 Hobgoblins, with as many flooding behind them as the Red Sun Inn is devoured into nothingness. Seeing Rosha they immediately accept her request, hopping onto the ship as quickly as they can. The giant mound of zombie flesh, some dying happily, some growing to insurmountable heights, are all concentrated on the rites of the Void and the empowerment of the elimination of the city of Persistence.
 
Janey Belle
 
3/01 11:48PM
“JUST LET ME BE MYSELF! That’s all I ask of y–” Before she could speak further… Darkness became darker as what seemed like giant wings came up behind Janey Belle’s massive form. Green lighting crackled from them, illuminating them, and you could see that these were not wings… but pages. Pages inscribed with horrible knowledge. Knowledge with a purpose, a dark destiny, that did not appreciate interference from what it saw as… lesser evil. And with sudden, awful finality, Janey Belle had the literal giant book thrown at her, as the book SLAMMED shut on her gigantic form. There was a loud SPLUT as her gargantuan form was just… smushed. Like, really, really smushed. Smushed. And the book shrank rapidly, out of sight.
 
Rosha-5591 Black Brigade
 
3/01 11:50PM
Once they were boarded, Rosha pulled everything shut and continued her assault. Over the intercom, Rosha sighed, “Alright, get comfy. Up the steps, down the halls are bunks. Get comfy, boys and girls… I’m still going to try a few things.” Rosha pulled up and started again, firing at the massive creatures, at the ones that were slashing and hacking their way through. And on her way, she headed to the giant creature, at least.. she hoped it was what she was aiming for. It looked nasty… it looked ugly… and dead. Very dead. Rosha held her thumbs down on the toggles, ion guns firing rapidly at it.
 
Narrator
 
3/01 11:59PM
The destruction stops. It quiets. the chanting of the massive mounds of flesh grows silent, and the Red Sun Inn, now no more than foundations and rubble, stops disintegrating. However, there are wounds, holes in this city. There are places of infinite dark that lead you to a nothing that cant be escaped. It is a place of desolation beyond desolation. Unless you seek the emptiness, the nothingness. Then it might be a Mecca. A home. a land of refuge. For Persistence has fallen to the hands of the emptiness of Void.
 
Dragon Teers
 
00:03AM
And then, in an instance, the city is swallowed whole by nothing and void and it is gone.
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