Cut.

[KaerfNomekop]

I was bored.

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A knife through air.
A knife through butter.
A knife through flesh.
All are the same.
Easy.

But a knife through worlds? No.
Such a knife pierces the boundaries of reality.
And cuts through countless infinities at once.
No, it is not easy.
But it can be done.
Few mortals possess the power, the mind, the strength to do so.
I am such a mortal.

I am.
Yet I am not.
For I am all.
And also none.
Such is the source of my power.
The power of the Dark Ones.
The power of the Old Ones.
And the power of the Deep Ones.
All this power flows through me.

So does the power of the Immortal One.

And that is the fusion, the culmination, the apex of my power.

I am the Last One.

 

[Ninva]

So you're a Monad?

 

[Fatmankev]

Sounds like a pretty sweet intro to an RPG video game. Not really a poem or a story, really, but like I said... cool video game. I'd play it. It'd be cool on the commercial, too, just having the guy announce it all as badass scenes from the game are flashing by. You'd better get to be the Immortal One. And you'd better go make this game happen. I'm ready to play it.

Btw Ninva, what's a Monad?

 

[KaerfNomekop]

The closest I could get to making it a game would be through a WC3 campaign. But yeah, it's neither poem nor story; I never intended it to be. It's this fleeting introduction to a fictional universe through the eyes of one who is immortal in that universe. And being immortal is a heavy burden to bear, more so when you're the last of your kind and totally omnipotent. That tends to warp your mind and will, to the point where you totally break and destroy everything.

Maybe that's how it ends. With a final reversion of all that is.