June 4th, '09.
This slow descent into the eye of chaos has left me reeling. The imperium has fallen, anarchy reigns. One of my personal friends took command of this new land- this new era. My body has changed. I'm more powerful. I can see things no one else can see, do things no one else can do. What hath McLovin' wrought? Is this the Rapture of REvilS' Exodus? This land... It's warping. I can stop this change, but... why? Is this really such a bad change, this warping, twisting and turning chaos of man's own creation?
Well, whatever the case may be, I must catalogue these mutations.
NOTE: Do not know whether or not to trust fellow magistrates, power corrupts. Or is it I corrupted?
June 5th, '09
I've found the source of these newfound powers attributed me by McLovin'. The psionic displacement from Iota's unfortunate end has dispersed his powers in four seperate ways. This only begs one question- what happens if one of the four meet a similiar end? If it's pooled together like one conglomerate being... can you focus that?
Terrashifts have slowed down. The SI appears to have a stable landscape again, albeit drastically altered. The entire forum is now located in the side of a large mountain in a freshly created shelter. We'll expand when it gets down to it.
I'm not sure if I want this power. It comes with the burden of using them wisely.
I am not a man known for wisdom.
And so it begins...
Dark were the skies and chill was the wind as the land was covered in a veil of malice. Across the hill did ride a dread army of the night. Cloaked in mist and fog, prepared to rain down death and destruction upon the land. And the people did cry out for a hero, a noble soul to save them from their impending demise.
Just as it seemed all was lost, in strode a mighty hero, clad in shimmering metal from head to toe. Wielding a mighty broadsword, he did cleave his foes in two, smashing their ranks asunder with a righteous fury.
And when the day was done, and the enemies were strewn across the fields in pieces, the people did turn to the Warrior, and said, "We shall name this day in your honor! Speak unto us your wisdom!"
The Warrior said one word that day
"COOL TAKEOVER BRO."
