Displaced: Crossing Roads
4th Wall Chat
Lumos
HELLO! Lumos is the name, and now causing time anomalies is my game! To some extent...
Righto, you may be wondering why a dashing rouge, like myself, is taking the whole ordeal of warping to a fictional world, filled with talking equines so calmly? Well, it's kind-of my fault, as in, it was all my fault, and my best friend's too.
To tell you the truth, me and my friend are 'not' normal people, we've surfed the inter-webs, seen and caused some crazy things, that put psychiatric patients to shame, but i digress. It was a lovely day, at the comic-con, people from all walks of the nerdy life roamed the halls, either as browsers, or hardcore fans, as me and my friend followed in their footsteps, quite literally.
I had designed Nox's armour from cardboard at the time, the shin-guards, chest piece, and arms, with withered bandages to match, except the mask, as I had no time to carefully design such an elegant masterpiece. I won't indulge you on what my friend was wearing, as the author won't let me say, not yet anyways...
"Heard that!"
Ha. Ha. Anywho! Once we filled up on our own exploration of such a wondrous event, we thought to ourselves, and I quote, 'What if the dealer is here? How crazy would it be to travel into MLP, with our costume's powers?'. Yeah...crazy, not smart. So we got to our search, looking for the real 'deal, get it!?
"That was awful..."
Piss off! Right, so we searched for atleast an hour, pointing out the fakes, and the ones who tried to con others, to which they failed...miserably. But then, we 'both' felt something, and not the whole 'Can feel someone watching us', I mean, the pressure around us seemed to weigh on us, like a fucking obese child, with no goals in life.
So we did a complete 180, and saw 'him', the dealer, who stood in the shadows, as people passed by, like seeing a creepy, old man lurking in the shadows was normal! So, being rational human beings, we hurried up to the man, catching his gaze, as he welcomed us to his little shop, opening his cloak, and revealing the multiple weapons, and items of magical, and possibly godly displacement.
In an instant, I took the Nox mask, as I grinned with anticipation, as my friend took a clothing item, which was missing from his costume, albeit, we lost the original to the wind, fucking buses, with their open tops...
"Get on with it."
Ok, ok! Chill...I got this, so after we paid, as in we gave the man both our wallets, I mean we just told him our bank details, security codes, the whole bloody thing, fuck our world! With nuclear war in the horizon, Donald fucking Trump in-charge, and the whole human race, not giving a shit about global warming anymore, we both just decided, 'fuck it'.
After acquiring our new equipment, we decided to spend our last day on Earth, fucking with every pour soul that came our way, from pranks, to starting game wars, we went gaming-genocide on everyone, might have killed someone, but...meh. Although, I have a long way to go, in terms of mastering Nox's powers, and I look forward to that challenge, but even so, I can't help but worry, worry for the life I left behind, even if wasn't so grand.
Sadly, that's all I really have to share, as you can use what little brain capacity as a species to figure out what happens from here, so, as one great man once said, 'Keep moving forward'!
'Cause right now, i'm having a lovely chat with my new buddy, Selene, hasta luego!
To Be Continued...