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This is not a place of honor.
Dr. Patrick McNinja stirred awake, his muscles too stiff to rise from his prone position. He patted his chest. There was nothing around him except grey dirt. He squinted suspiciously at the ceiling.
No highly esteemed deed is commemorated here. Nothing valued is here.
“Who’s that talking?” Patrick groaned as he rolled over slightly. The dirt under him crinkled slightly under the change in pressure.
Status check. His ninja mask was still on, thank goodness. What was the last thing he remembered? It was Dante’s Abyss. There was a… suicide mission. That kid with the pompadour talked him into joining, bless his soul.
What is here was dangerous and repulsive to us.
Ugh, right. The Unmaking. That mysterious voice was right on the money. This place WAS dangerous and repulsive. Patrick meditated again on what that mysterious voice could be, along with this entirely monochrome setting. Perhaps backtracking his steps-
This message is a warning about danger.
There was a burst of dirt and concrete behind Doc. The rubble scattered around him haplessly, yet harmlessly. Patrick turned around slowly and dramatically. He squinted.
The center of danger is here, of a particular size and shape, and below us.
And there he was. Darkseid. He looked just like that mural Patrick had seen in that creepy Nausicaa basement. Much bigger, of course. At that height, he must’ve stood at around 50 feet tall. Around him, like a swarm of bugs, crawled demons and monsters of a much more reasonable size. Hanging onto Darkseid’s nose was…
“SAREN, you PUNK BITCH” Patrick shouted, “Why are you still alive? I lightsabered your ass-”
The danger is still present, in your time, as it was in ours.
Wait.
Patrick remembered now.
He lost that fight. That insane clown shot him through the chest.
The danger is to the body, and it can kill.
Patrick looked down, noticing only now the gaping hole through his torso.
This place is best shunned and left uninhabited.
Patrick collapsed onto his knees. He could start seeing parts of his body that were intimately familiar to him. But he had only seen them in books and in other patients - and for some reason, his own ribcage looked so small.
Patrick collapsed onto the ground, his eyelids heavy with fatigue and shock.
No highly esteemed deed is commemorated here. Nothing valued is here.
Patrick twitched as he heard that mysterious voice again.
The danger is still present, in your time, as it was in ours.
The danger was still present. There was a horrifying death god out there, hoping to kill existence itself. Patrick could do nothing.
He could take out that Saren punk, though.
The danger is to the body, and it can kill.
Dr. McNinja pushed himself off the ground, staring at his bullet wounds.
“These little things?” Doc said with a smirk, “They’re all… just…”
***
Daisy and Peter sat in the basement of Doc’s clinic, staring at the high-tech coffin full of mysterious blue fluid on the floor. In it was a naked body with a ninja mask around the head. Peter watched the process with fascination.
“The CKTM machine,” Peter said, “Clone Knowledge Transfer Machine.”
“The M stands for machine?”
“Yeah.”
“So then…” Daisy smirked, “It’d just be the CKT machine.”
Peter stuck out his tongue. “Anyway, it’s just going to transfer Doc’s memories into this new body. It was a little thing he prepared before he set off for Dante’s Abyss-”
The container suddenly hissed, and the lid snapped off. Peter instinctively stepped in front of Daisy, ready to absorb any shrapnel that might fly off from the violent awakening.
“FLESH WOOUUUUNDS” Doc screamed, his naked body glistening with medical fluid.
Peter rushed over to the physician, flashing a light into Doc’s eyes.
“Doc, can you hear me?” Peter asked, “You’re in your clinic, you’re safe-”
Dr. McNinja suddenly grabbed Peter’s shirt collar and pulled him in uncomfortably close. His eyes were intense and wide.
“I want pizzaaaaa.”
Doc tumbled out of the coffin, and sprinted off, fluid dripping off his naked body in a trail. Peter and Daisy watched McNinja practically vanish, leaving only wet footsteps and excited giggling. Daisy looked at Peter.
“Is that okay?” she asked worriedly.
Peter grinned warmly. “Yeah, he’s back.”
Daisy squinted at Peter. “Don’t you guys have patients out there?”
Peter shrugged. “Yep.”
“And they’re gonna see Doc running naked and dripping wet through the lobby?”
“I should go get him.”
“Yeah.”
Daisy chuckled as Peter sprinted inhumanly fast towards the naked and giggling doctor.
Dr. Patrick McNinja stirred awake, his muscles too stiff to rise from his prone position. He patted his chest. There was nothing around him except grey dirt. He squinted suspiciously at the ceiling.
No highly esteemed deed is commemorated here. Nothing valued is here.
“Who’s that talking?” Patrick groaned as he rolled over slightly. The dirt under him crinkled slightly under the change in pressure.
Status check. His ninja mask was still on, thank goodness. What was the last thing he remembered? It was Dante’s Abyss. There was a… suicide mission. That kid with the pompadour talked him into joining, bless his soul.
What is here was dangerous and repulsive to us.
Ugh, right. The Unmaking. That mysterious voice was right on the money. This place WAS dangerous and repulsive. Patrick meditated again on what that mysterious voice could be, along with this entirely monochrome setting. Perhaps backtracking his steps-
This message is a warning about danger.
There was a burst of dirt and concrete behind Doc. The rubble scattered around him haplessly, yet harmlessly. Patrick turned around slowly and dramatically. He squinted.
The center of danger is here, of a particular size and shape, and below us.
And there he was. Darkseid. He looked just like that mural Patrick had seen in that creepy Nausicaa basement. Much bigger, of course. At that height, he must’ve stood at around 50 feet tall. Around him, like a swarm of bugs, crawled demons and monsters of a much more reasonable size. Hanging onto Darkseid’s nose was…
“SAREN, you PUNK BITCH” Patrick shouted, “Why are you still alive? I lightsabered your ass-”
The danger is still present, in your time, as it was in ours.
Wait.
Patrick remembered now.
He lost that fight. That insane clown shot him through the chest.
The danger is to the body, and it can kill.
Patrick looked down, noticing only now the gaping hole through his torso.
This place is best shunned and left uninhabited.
Patrick collapsed onto his knees. He could start seeing parts of his body that were intimately familiar to him. But he had only seen them in books and in other patients - and for some reason, his own ribcage looked so small.
Patrick collapsed onto the ground, his eyelids heavy with fatigue and shock.
No highly esteemed deed is commemorated here. Nothing valued is here.
Patrick twitched as he heard that mysterious voice again.
The danger is still present, in your time, as it was in ours.
The danger was still present. There was a horrifying death god out there, hoping to kill existence itself. Patrick could do nothing.
He could take out that Saren punk, though.
The danger is to the body, and it can kill.
Dr. McNinja pushed himself off the ground, staring at his bullet wounds.
“These little things?” Doc said with a smirk, “They’re all… just…”
***
Daisy and Peter sat in the basement of Doc’s clinic, staring at the high-tech coffin full of mysterious blue fluid on the floor. In it was a naked body with a ninja mask around the head. Peter watched the process with fascination.
“The CKTM machine,” Peter said, “Clone Knowledge Transfer Machine.”
“The M stands for machine?”
“Yeah.”
“So then…” Daisy smirked, “It’d just be the CKT machine.”
Peter stuck out his tongue. “Anyway, it’s just going to transfer Doc’s memories into this new body. It was a little thing he prepared before he set off for Dante’s Abyss-”
The container suddenly hissed, and the lid snapped off. Peter instinctively stepped in front of Daisy, ready to absorb any shrapnel that might fly off from the violent awakening.
“FLESH WOOUUUUNDS” Doc screamed, his naked body glistening with medical fluid.
Peter rushed over to the physician, flashing a light into Doc’s eyes.
“Doc, can you hear me?” Peter asked, “You’re in your clinic, you’re safe-”
Dr. McNinja suddenly grabbed Peter’s shirt collar and pulled him in uncomfortably close. His eyes were intense and wide.
“I want pizzaaaaa.”
Doc tumbled out of the coffin, and sprinted off, fluid dripping off his naked body in a trail. Peter and Daisy watched McNinja practically vanish, leaving only wet footsteps and excited giggling. Daisy looked at Peter.
“Is that okay?” she asked worriedly.
Peter grinned warmly. “Yeah, he’s back.”
Daisy squinted at Peter. “Don’t you guys have patients out there?”
Peter shrugged. “Yep.”
“And they’re gonna see Doc running naked and dripping wet through the lobby?”
“I should go get him.”
“Yeah.”
Daisy chuckled as Peter sprinted inhumanly fast towards the naked and giggling doctor.
Revived; Coin deducted from DA winnings