King Ranter: Chapter 2-3 - Off to the Castle

"Before you head off," said Zinc to Chrono, "I want to make sure you're in the right mindset."

"How could I not be? I only just got back."

"This is important. I'm going to explain all the equipment you're taking with you so it's all fresh in your head when you get there."

"I don't think that's necessary-"

"It is, please be patient with me. You need to utilize your equipment to the best of your abilities. First of all, your clothes are very important. They will protect you from all sorts of attacks; stabs, slashes, beatings, burns, you name it, you're protected. You'll still feel pain, not not as much, and both your clothes and your body will remain unbroken and unscathed. It also allows catalysts like your wings to pass through it without damaging it.

Then you've got your multi-use watch. You won't have much use for it, because you won't be able to use it as a weapon in the fight with the King otherwise he might fight dirty himself, and you won't be able to communicate with us from within the castle. Make sure, though, to turn down the watches power inhibitor when you get to the castle. Make sure you don't do it on your run there, otherwise you might get tired out."

"What should I turn it down to?" Replied Chrono, "It's always maxed out leaving me at 20% power. Should 50% be fine?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of 65% at least, you don't want to risk anything with that guy," replied Zinc, "This is less about a challenging opponent and and more about a fight to the death. I would suggest turning the inhibitor off if that didn't risk blowing up the whole damn castle. You don't know your own strength without it, after all."

"That's fair," agreed Chrono, "65% it is."

"Then there's your weapon," continued Zinc, "This will probably be a sword duel for the most part, but you don't want to bring out anything fancy. I would suggest calling your elementDark sword from Hammer Space, since he will probably just think it's a painted longsword or something, and I would also advise against using any weapon magic. If you need to do anything with magic, don't do anything too fancy, either. Energy blasts should be more than enough. Just as well, try and avoid using your sphere shield if you don't have to."

There was silence for a moment. Chrono waited a moment for Zinc to continue. He did not.

"So, that's it then?" Chrono asked, "Seems pretty simple to me, I think I can handle that. Where do I find the castle."

Zinc waited a moment before answering, "You're going to have to find it yourself," he said, "It can't be tracked, and no one who's ever seen it has left to tell about it, at least if they didn't move in to become King themselves."

There was silence for another moment. Chrono snorted, and Zinc continued, "I've heard rumors that it's farthest North that you can get on Gyronia."

"You mean, It's on top of the fucking planet? I've gotta run all the way up there?" Chrono waited for an answer, and Zinc nodded. Chrono thought about how they were right on the planet's equator. Then he snorted again, "Heh, no problem."

"I'm glad you feel that way," said Zinc smirking, "Your watch has a compass, you should find it no problem."

"I wouldn't doubt it for a second. Chrono BlackFire can do anything once he knows how." Chrono marched up to the door and kicked it open triumphantly and stepped outside. Zinc followed him out. "You gonna ride along in one of your mechs till I find it?"

"I know I'd only slow you down," he said confidently.

"Damn right you would," Chrono laughed, "I'll be back for a visit when I'm done."

With that, Chrono turned around and darted north, instantly out of Zinc's sight, leaving only a cloud of sand behind. Chrono ran across his planet, Gyronia, leaving everything behind him in a flash. He ran through forest, crashing through trees and sending tiny forest animals flying in the wind he created in his mighty dash. he ran up mountains and leaped from peak to peak. He jumped between the walls of buildings in the enormous cities as not to interfere with traffic, but occasionally jumped down to taunt the cars he left behind in his wake. He ran through grasslands that contained unnatural giant pillars of stone pushed out of the ground by geomancers through history, knocking over one occasionally for the thrill of destruction. His quick, light steps, as many as there were, left no footprints in the snowy winterlands that caused the endangerment of many animals that couldn't handle the climate. He ran until the ground below him began to fade. What was below him looked like spiraling flame and smoke that he had never seen before, but the ground he was running on still existed. It was as if it was invisible. Looking forward, he could see an immense, black castle in the distance. Massive black gates guarded it, but nothing Chrono couldn't leap over. But he didn't. Instead, he crashed through them like a bull, smashing them open like it was made of cardboard. He came to a quick stop at the doors of the castle, no bigger than any other double doors he's seen before, with little orange stained-glass windows that were there just for color. He took one small step back to examine the castle that towered over him. It looked to him like it might have been thousands of stories high, with many towers sprouting off of it, each with turrets at the top, and some with roofs. He looked around at the inferno that surrounded him. Fire spurting out all around the castle reflected off it's windows, but did not add much light to the castle itself, which seemed completely black and two-dimensional from the strange lighting.

Chrono was impressed by the castle, but no at all intimidated. flicked his nose sideways with his thumb, cracked his fisted knuckles, and kicked the door in.

King Ranter: Chapter 2-2 - Preparing for a Challenge

Chrono cracked his knuckles impatiently as he sat in Zinc's lab. Today, he was going to finish his training and prepare himself to challenge the King himself. Zinc was finishing up a machine that would pose as Chrono's final challenge. Or at least, he thought he was, but it was starting to feel like nothing was going on at all.

Suddenly, an old man walked into the lab from outside wearing a white lab coat, black boots, goggles on his forehead and white, frantic hair on the back of his head. The top of his head was totally bald. "Maddy! Is it done yet?" Chrono demanded.

"Yes, yes! But you should wait here a minute or two so I can tell you a bit about the training!" Maddy said, "Obviously, the King won't be as big as what we've built for you, but just as much, we want you to fight it just as you would fight the King. We suggest that you don't use any magic or weapons; just your hands and feet, you got that?"

"Rules are rules," Chrono said shrugging, "I'm bored back here, man, can we just go?"

"Alright, alright. Come, come." Maddy led Chrono outside and onto the dessert plains.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Chrono said looking around at the empty plains. "There's nothing out here! What the fuck were you guy's doing?"

"Now, now, no need to flip your shit," laughed Zinc, coming out from the back of the building, "It's underground. It'll come out when you run over it."

"Oh, I see, ambush training?" replied Chrono curiously.

"No. Just run in that direction," Zinc pointed down the dessert, "and it'll come up behind you. Just turn around and do your thing from that point, and we'll monitor from over here like usual."

"It's too bad we can't get one of those generated training rooms, this would be so much easier."

"We'll never have enough money to get one, you fool!" cried Maddy angrily, "You aren't bringing in enough money for something like that! It's far too much money! We would need an entire organization to-"

"Hey, Fuckhead," interrupted Chrono, "Shut the fuck up. Let's not have you wasting all of our Goddamn time with you bitching and complaining about all the fucking freelancer cash I bring it not being enough to run a giant war emulator in a small room, alright? Fuck."

Maddy backed off and Zinc touched something on his watch, "Whenever you're ready, you just take off like you usually do."

Chrono nodded and boosted off down the dessert, leaving the lab behind in a flash. Chrono ran for only a few seconds before he heard a very loud crash behind him, and he immediately turned around to see the giant mass of metal behind him. What he saw was a towering snake-like beast with a very wide base that, upright and seemingly only halfway out of the ground, was about twenty stories high. Giant tentacles came out of the sand as well, as if part of the giant robotic beast, and flailed around almost aimlessly. It's head was sharp with saw blades spinning down the back of it's head. Chrono jumped towards it's head immediately at the sight of it. He spun around once and punched it right in the bridge of it's snout straight down, which dented it severely. He proceeded to nail it with punches and kicks in different directions while levitating himself at it's head level; roundhouse kicks, axe kicks, back-fist punches, hammer-fist punches, forefist punches, and the like. The one of it's tentacles suddenly jabbed at Chrono, and he quickly pushed himself around the tentacle in the air and landed one final kick straight up into the robot's chin, sending it's head flying back. Chrono landed at it's base and leaped backwards to get another good look at it, and then darted around it to it's back while avoiding it's flailing tentacles. He jumped up and heel-kicked the side of two saw blades that were next to each other, bending them both and stopping their spinning, which resulted in the rest grinding against the bent ones and eventually stopping as well. The robot's body itself started flailing much more violently, and then the whole thing spun around to face Chrono, who jumped back to keep a safe distance. The beast raised it's head straight up slowly, and a light shone in it's mouth. Chrono shifted his stance and prepared for another leap forward. The robot swung it's head forward and emitted a bright blast out of it's mouth towards Chrono, who instantly jumped over the beam of light and towards the top of it's head. He pounced on it with both feet jumped straight up, forcing the robot's head to fling down, which made it blast it's own body. It roared a loud, screeching roar and Chrono landed on it's back and pushed off of it, knocking it onto it's belly, and he rolled onto the sand and spun around to face the beast's back again. Chrono already knew what he was going to do next. As soon as the beast lifted itself from the ground, Chrono darted around it again, collecting the four tentacles and holding them together, despite their size. Then he leaped up, trying to uproot them, but failed. This did, however, throw the beast off balance as well, so Chrono decided he was going to try again. This time, a bright light shone from his back, and enormous, green, scaly wings spawned on his back, the base of the wings unexplainably through his shirt which was completely untorn. He leaped again, not getting very far off the ground, but not landing back down, because his giant wings allowed him to fly straight up without having to flap them. He forced himself upwards, tugging on the relentless tentacles that were still flailing above his grip. He glanced over at the beast again, who was preparing for another blast at Chrono. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," he muttered to himself. He looked down past his feet at the very little progress he had made uprooting the tentacles, "Fuck this." He let himself drop to the ground, still holding onto the ever-flailing hunks of metal between his arms. He began absorbing energy around him, causing him to glow somewhat. He glared up at the robotic beast, and he boosted up, casting a bright trail of golden light behind him. He pulled the tentacles straight out of the ground, ripping them out of whatever they might have been attached to under ground. The beast screamed as it shot out the to be expected blast of light that Chrono narrowly avoided in his leap, and Chrono let go of the now limp mechanical pillars and fell to the ground, landing on his feet and darting forwards to avoid the falling debris. A surprisingly small amount of wiring was exposed on the torn ends.

Chrono looked up at the tower that was what remained of the beast. It stared down back at him, almost angrily, if it were not a robot, and then suddenly lunged forward at Chrono. He shot himself into his gaping mouth and narrowly avoided the sharp, artificial teeth that it had, and sat in it's mouth for a moment, holding the mouth open enough as not to get crushed by it's mechanical jaws. He looked into the back of it's throat, and was not surprised to see that it didn't go very far back at all. 'Why would this thing have any digestive system, anyway?' Thought Chrono. The beast tried to throw Chrono out of it's mouth, but he held onto one of it's teeth for a moment and flipped around on top of it's dented face and held on. He looked into it's eyes and realized that there were cameras there. He knew that these had to be so it could register what was around it, because Zinc was monitoring him from the telescope back at the lab. Realizing this, Chrono punched through the glass of one eye that felt like it was supposed to be shatterproof, breaking the camera in the process. The monster flailed even harder, but Chrono held on enough to switch hands that he was holding on with to punch out the other camera, and then he leaped back onto the ground and watched the blinded robot try to fight off what wasn't on it's head anymore.

Chrono needed to make one final decision: how to shut this thing down for good. He looked around for the tentacles, which he saw still lying in the dirt from just a few moments ago. He picked one up from the torn side and dragged it off the others. He made some distance between himself and the beast, and he started swinging the tentacle around and around, and then he thrust himself towards the robot for one single impact which broke the beast in half. Neither half of the body moved, not even a twitch. He waited a few seconds to see if it would do anything else, and when he saw it wouldn't, he boosted off back to the lab.

I am all of me

I'd like to push on the matter that I am, believe it or not, a complicated individual, who fluctuates along with his biorhythm like any other human being would. I looked into that a little while back for shits, and it turns out I was low on my intelligence wave for the big time period that I was too lazy to post fuck all. How interesting. Anyway, I'm getting out of that rut now, so I think I'm going to actually post something every so often again, and maybe stop posting about how I'm going to be posting.

King Ranter's story has not been put on hold. Like I have been with posting in general, I've just been lazy. I'm not entirely sure what my next step is, but when I take it, the whole thing is going to spiral into momentum most likely. It's strangely un-suspenseful when I'm writing about something that's planned oh-so damn far ahead. The storyline started quite a few years ago and has been developing without deceleration, but I will of course, only be writing about what's plot important, as everything interesting that happens is interesting. There is going to be a side-story to it as well, as I wasn't actually planning on writing this up or anything so occasionally they all go on magical adventures etc etc. Considering this was founded on a child's imagination, you can't expect it not to, and since I'm still crashing through it while lost in thought, you can't expect the imagination to be worsening. Well, maybe you could, but I'm not much corporate, so.

I know I really should be giving you something to read... sure wish I could. I'll write something tomorrow, if I have the time, which I probably will, since I'll have my tech spare, lunch, and my scheduled spare to write in (sadly, not in succession). I might have stupid work to do or something, though. That all depends on what I feel like doing.

KingRanter

Goddamn, I'm lazy.

I haven't posted in over two weeks. Expect more soon, I guess.

Fuck all of you.

I'm getting mother fucking sick and tired of being fucking ignored and tossed aside like some useless piece of shit. I want some Goddamn peace, and this shithole won't let me fucking have it. Guess what's been going through my head today. Go ahead, guess. My dad is going to lose his job in less than 2 weeks. This is turning me inside out. I've told maybe three people this. I can't imagine what he's going through himself.

I've been dropping people left and right. I guess everything I fucking say and do is wrong, and if I have something to say about what someone else says or does, they've got a fucking book of reasons why their bullshit is fucking justified. I have a deathwish for more people I have genuine respect for, and I've no one to support me. My family seems to have a conspiracy against their Goddamn kids. If I stand somewhere in a room, people always disperse away from me. I'm getting fucking sick of not being able to hold a conversation because as soon as someone cuts in my word doesn't count anymore.

I'm done with this "Live for myself" shit. I'm turning over a new leaf. I might just try a new approach and just live against everyone else instead. If I was a pyro, the city would be in flames. If I was a murderer, there would be a municipal crisis of population drop. At this point, I think I could count my friends on my fingers. What are they worth, anyway? What is anyone worth, but no more than me if you ask me. I'll do things my own way, fuck everyone else.

KingRanter

Time for some LiveJournal shit

Looks like I've been hit with an ethical dilemma. An actual one, not deciding whether to kill the black aliens or the white soldiers in Shadow the Hedgehog, I mean an actual ethical dilemma. God, I miss this.

I like to splurge out the shit I don't want to hold inside to the public, because sometimes, if you're telling someone something directly, it's harder than telling the general public they stand in. Or, at least I find. It makes me feel like I'm not putting them on the spot so much. But, whatever, I'm not posting to explain that shit.

Listen to this, it's a fucking classic high school angst situation, and it has such a huge age radius it's fucking hilarious. It's the "I like her, but so does my best friend" thing. Although, it's not my best friend, it's still sort of the same thing. I'm contemplating, of course, to live by my own side, like I have been for a little while now. The flaw to this plan usually boils down to the fact that I always see myself in others if I enjoy their company at all. As much as I hate humanity for fucking me over so much and so often, sometimes I sympathize for those who have not done me individual harm. As it goes though, unless I owe a debt to, or feel truly sorry for someone, I will do of my own will. As of right now, that is the decision.

Sometimes it's good to put you're thoughts in front of you.

KingRanter

Fucking Sweet.

Just click on it or save it, it's too fucking big.


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