Board Thread:Lores/@comment-29781728-20170704204343

Time twists and spirals in the vast universe. Certain areas do not have time at all, and others have different versions of time. But, while you may be immortal, and while the infinite, blank space may also be immortal, time will still pass. You can feel it, churning, moving, sometimes slipping through the cracks. And you want it to end.

You don't know how long you've been standing there. Holding the hammer, staring through your helmet. You wanted to be immortal. You got your wish. You should be happy. You asked what could have been time himself, as you travelled. And for such a small price, you would never die. Never. Simply fade away, and re-appear. But all your friends are gone. They've all lost their minds, holding these hammers. But they remain, barely husks of what they used to be, before you talked to him. It...

The course is barely deadly. Perhaps he's amused by the futile attempts of the humans that sometimes show up, and try to fight. Then they're trapped, and they're never going to get out. Their brains make them think that it's all a dream, that they woke up, and they're doing what they should be doing, and perhaps they are. But they're still here. They're never getting out. They defeated you, but they're never getting out.

Time twists and spirals, and their mind cannot comprehend. They're stuck here forever, as the universe has no end. Sometimes they have no time at all, and other times they have as much as they want. Sometimes they win, sometimes they lose. In the end, of course, they always lose. Stuck here, with him, with your brothers, with your little brothers. The clock ticks, and they're back. Always fighting. Sometimes futile, sometimes victorious. Sometimes they get past the gate. Other times, they can't get past you. Sometimes they fall to your hammer, sometimes you fall to their weapons. But they always come back, and they don't remember. At least their fates are better.

Sometimes, he releases them, and they think they're back in their world, but he still pulls the same tricks. He plops them down in their cities, their islands, their towns, and they fight. And it never ends. It never stops, the fighting, the dying, the crying. They are defeated, and they win. They escape, they are cut down. it never ends, as time twists around them and they don't notice. Maybe one day they'll get out. Maybe one day, they'll realize. Maybe one day, time will stand still. But not while he's alive.

You tampered with the lock, you tampered with the gate, and you tampered with my brothers. They will get rid of him, the god of time, XI. You want it to end. 