Post by John Dee on Jul 1, 2021 7:38:02 GMT -5
Participants: Kyle Rayner | John Dee
Open/Closed: Closed
Location(s): Mostly Kyle’s dreams
Time of Day: N/A
Weather: N/A
Summary: The Yellow Lanterns of fear seek weaponize the nightmare casting capabilities of John Dee
The cosmos were in flux and the very fabric of space and time was now at a crossroads. Threats to existence itself have ravaged the universe, war, death, rebirth and everything in between... The very fabric of all we’ve every known and beyond has been threatened and nearly torn asunder. Omnipotent cosmic Hyperflies with an unending hunger nibbled away at the time stream, fierce and fathomless abominations using a stringy proboscis to slurp away existence itself and leave only void. Agents of Death stifling the ceaseless wheel of destruction and rebirth for an age of war and reanimation. Mind warping Stars brainwashing denizens of the universe, so many threats to the natural order itself have left the universe barren and aimless. An empty board with new and old pieces trying to cobble together a meaningless existence fraught with fathomless horrors intent on wiping the slate clean once more. That is the sorry state of the universe at large...
Entropy is the only constant in an uncaring world. Order can not kill entropy, but only stall it. Order keeps entropy at bay, and acts as a barrier preventing entropy from eating the world. Order is needed to halt entropy’s advance and for the security and continued safety of civilized society - and order must be imposed. Fear is the mighty power which keeps chaos at bay. The unparalleled power of terror can either topple free thinking societies or strengthen the infrastructure of civilized worlds. That is the mantra of the mighty Yellow Lanterns; and even without Master Sinestro to guide them, these agents of horror will uphold their creed.
The Acri System of Sector 3106, jagged home of the opulent senator and infamous demagogue Scivor. Scivor the faceless jagged man of a million quills, yellow guardian and suspected culprit of hundreds of cult like suicides. With a sharp wit and a smooth tongue, he possesses a keen talent for swaying the masses. The jagged horizon of his angular home was like hundreds of jagged glass shards piercing the skyline, the architecture of the beloved city he called home were quills and jagged edges reaching out to the heavens. The people revered him, named him Count of their home world, and knew little of the darkness beneath that faceless white expression.
Scivor’s home in 3106 is one of many scattered holdouts for the Yellow Lanterns. Though the group lies in disarray, and the location of their Lord Sinestro is yet unknown, the mad fervor of the Lanterns of fear remains staunch. His castle stands as a citadel for high command, where order is maintained through feverish nationalism and fear of the planetary government.”High command desires a status report on this... Project you’ve preoccupied yourself with, Slushh.” The horrific demagogue approaches a fellow follower of fear, Slushh, the acidic amorphous globule. A creature who’s very flesh can melt skin and muscle from the bone. He was stationed in a laboratory in the Count’s castle, with writhing mutilated bodies, technological terrors, and glass case containing a great yellow ring scattered around the room. “#”
“The anomalous spikes in terror do indeed appear to be incited by a yet unknown entity. But the pattern appears more indicative of a rampaging animal rather than an intelligent sapience.”
The alien acidic globule could not physically speak, rather it approached a computer in the lab and translated the smoldering gurgling noise it made.“But why when the humans sleep? What creature can incite fear in an unconscious mind?” This was research of particular intrigue for its limitless potential to be weaponized. To attack the Green Lanterns in their sleep, to terrorize them in their own homes. It would bring a swift rule for the corps. “#”
“Cross-referencing various Earth-based mythologies has pin-pointed a potential culprit for these anomalies. Typical nomenclature refers to it as the “Sandman”, a supreme deity charged with weaving dreams and nightmares into the minds of slumbering Earth-Sapients. But this hypothesis offers many questions and few answers.”
Slushh was an unparalleled genius, a member trusted by Lord Sinestro in person back when the corps was under his guidance. Scivor knew this well, and knew the mass of putrid bones in a tar like body would have answers. If Slushh couldn’t solve this anomaly, scarce few could.”You have another theory?” A jiggly mass with a skull at the center simply nodded and explained its own hypothesis. “#”
”I do. Occult scholars on earth speak of a practitioner of Dream. A warlock or lich of some sort who watches humans in their sleep and spins a web of nightmares through unspecified means. It is often denoted as an urban legend, or a conspiracy, but curiously authorities have arrest records which match the urban mythologies.”
”I’ll need to see these records and present them to high command...” Slushh with one hand began pulling up as many pertinent files as needed, and with the other slimey burning tendril continued to elaborate on his discoveries. “#”
”Data thus far also notes a pattern in the location of these anomalies. Clusters of night time terror readings denote clear trails as though it is traveling from nightmare to nightmare. I have yet to discover any pattern in the path it takes, however.”
The files Slushh pulled up included news paper clippings, police records, and patient files from a human insane asylum along the Earth’s Atlantic. What Scivor read was most displeasing... A giggling raving maniac who could barely even think. Not a soldier, maybe not even a weapon, but something which likely could not be controlled. John Dee alias Doctor Destiny.It says he’s insane beyond the capacity for rational thought!” Slushh simply nodded in response. ”We can not grant a ring to a lunatic... We need soldiers not loose canons.” But he looked his own ring then looked to the one encased in glass, noting how it writhed. How the primordial energy of terror ached for a truly monstrous finger. It was then that a devilish idea brewed in Count’s jagged mind. ”Let the ring loose.”” Slushh’s amorphous face sharply turned in confusion. “#?”
“Are you sure that is wise?”
”Yes, and follow it!” At first hesitant, but soon Slushh did as commanded. Sticky tendrils typed a release code into his computer and the glass case opened. In a bolt of yellow light, the ring rocketed out of the castle and towards earth. The ring left a trail of yellow energy piercing through the air, soaring through the open skies like a comet. Across the globe until it crashed into the country of Ukraine, plummeting into a writhing forest and crashing into an old house which sat alone in a dark grove.
John Dee was in a little girl’s bedroom with nothing of particular interest other than a large stitched up plush toil, grey and humanoid with empty black eyes and a stitched grin. The creature, John Dee had leathery grey skin which sagged loosely from the bond, skin so charred and chipped away that it looked like the scaly hide of a reptile. It stood haunched over the little girl, fingers twined through stringy pink mucous which spun out from the flesh of her head. Cannibalism at first glance, but in truth it was something much worse. Not murder, but theft. Theft of her very dreams, forcing her corporeal self to wade through tides of soul singing nothingness. The fingers which twined through the sticky thread of dream matter were inhumanly long, massive stalks with tiny jagged strands of fur scattered at the base making each spindly digit look more like spider legs. Stringy slime slithered through black and rotten teeth, cooking around the charred enamel like floss, it chewed and it chewed making hideous gurgling and slurping noises, munching and gnawing and tearing at the string like a cow chewing in grass.
The ring crashed in through the rickety wooden wall, yellow aura pulsating fiercely. The beast had bulbous ruby eyes, massive like a fly’s eyes glinting the glowing divine terror of Parallax in its irises. Pulling away from its meal, shock and awe tantalizing the wretched beast as it stood before the heavenly glow.
The creature simply didn’t know what to do or what to say, the ring and the monster simply looked at each other, pink slime drooled from gnarled lips which writhed into a twisted grin of utter abs evil delight. It knew. It knew of the power rings and the lanterns, it knew of fear and willpower. ”Ring!” The gaunt little monster whispered in delight and the ring swirled around his body. ”Ring!” It bellowed once more with a delighted cackle, euphoria surging all over the skeleton’s decrepit form. The ring danced around his body, spiraling up his gaunt form and dancing between his hands and fingers. ”RING!!!” The ring hovered above a long and rotting grey stalk, yellow lightning arching and singing the air as it slowly inched itself around the tip of a long and twisted fingernail. A skeletal grin curled high, but froze when a yellow orb enveloped the ring before it could attach to his finger.
”But you will not be welcomed into the Corps.”
Slushh and Skivor gently hovered in following the ring. They had a proposal, but before they could even elaborate Doctor Destiny threw an insane fit of rage. His luminous red eyes went wider with malice, his jaw unhinged like an anaconda, lower than humanly possible, mangled black teeth sagging almost to the floor. Black bile erupted from the back of his throat, putrid birthing tar rising like lava from a volcano. Black smog and vomit like tar enveloped everything and the hideous little man faded into nothingness.
The room around them grew tall and malformed, leering diagonal heights crept up into a void of nothingness, the little girl was no more, and all that remained was her ugly plush toy which grew quadruple it’s original height. It sat against the wall, empty black eyes glazed with the void. Red trickled down the doll’s eye sockets from the brain matter above. The trickling blood formed glassy reptilian eye slits which glared fiercely at the two lanterns. ”You would steal from me!?” Every stitch in the dolls body began bleeding and oozing at once. Burlap became flesh, putrid fat pulsating stitched up flesh. Red oozing from every orifice. ”You would talk down to me!?” Fleshy bubbles blew up and writhed around its skin, like dancing tumors skimming around bulbous fat skin. Every tumor slunk towards the stitches, with clamoring meal worms and slugs and Beatles writing out from under the doll’s skin. The doll suddenly swatted Skivor away, then stood up, reaching in to slam a fleshy palm unto Slushh. ”“You are a JOKE to ME”
Slushh burned away the doll’s hand, red and grey sloppily slushing and dribbling off. Destiny shrikes and pulled away, works and slug and caterpillars swarming out of the melting palm with every pool of blood. It swatted Slushh way with it’s other hand, melting it’s knuckles away and splashing the pool of ooze against the nightmare’s walls. Skivor took to the air to the air, firing yellow energy to match on to the doll’s arm.”Enough of this, John Dee of Earth! Let us speak! Hear our proposition!”
Open/Closed: Closed
Location(s): Mostly Kyle’s dreams
Time of Day: N/A
Weather: N/A
Summary: The Yellow Lanterns of fear seek weaponize the nightmare casting capabilities of John Dee
The cosmos were in flux and the very fabric of space and time was now at a crossroads. Threats to existence itself have ravaged the universe, war, death, rebirth and everything in between... The very fabric of all we’ve every known and beyond has been threatened and nearly torn asunder. Omnipotent cosmic Hyperflies with an unending hunger nibbled away at the time stream, fierce and fathomless abominations using a stringy proboscis to slurp away existence itself and leave only void. Agents of Death stifling the ceaseless wheel of destruction and rebirth for an age of war and reanimation. Mind warping Stars brainwashing denizens of the universe, so many threats to the natural order itself have left the universe barren and aimless. An empty board with new and old pieces trying to cobble together a meaningless existence fraught with fathomless horrors intent on wiping the slate clean once more. That is the sorry state of the universe at large...
Entropy is the only constant in an uncaring world. Order can not kill entropy, but only stall it. Order keeps entropy at bay, and acts as a barrier preventing entropy from eating the world. Order is needed to halt entropy’s advance and for the security and continued safety of civilized society - and order must be imposed. Fear is the mighty power which keeps chaos at bay. The unparalleled power of terror can either topple free thinking societies or strengthen the infrastructure of civilized worlds. That is the mantra of the mighty Yellow Lanterns; and even without Master Sinestro to guide them, these agents of horror will uphold their creed.
The Acri System of Sector 3106, jagged home of the opulent senator and infamous demagogue Scivor. Scivor the faceless jagged man of a million quills, yellow guardian and suspected culprit of hundreds of cult like suicides. With a sharp wit and a smooth tongue, he possesses a keen talent for swaying the masses. The jagged horizon of his angular home was like hundreds of jagged glass shards piercing the skyline, the architecture of the beloved city he called home were quills and jagged edges reaching out to the heavens. The people revered him, named him Count of their home world, and knew little of the darkness beneath that faceless white expression.
Scivor’s home in 3106 is one of many scattered holdouts for the Yellow Lanterns. Though the group lies in disarray, and the location of their Lord Sinestro is yet unknown, the mad fervor of the Lanterns of fear remains staunch. His castle stands as a citadel for high command, where order is maintained through feverish nationalism and fear of the planetary government.
“The anomalous spikes in terror do indeed appear to be incited by a yet unknown entity. But the pattern appears more indicative of a rampaging animal rather than an intelligent sapience.”
The alien acidic globule could not physically speak, rather it approached a computer in the lab and translated the smoldering gurgling noise it made.
“Cross-referencing various Earth-based mythologies has pin-pointed a potential culprit for these anomalies. Typical nomenclature refers to it as the “Sandman”, a supreme deity charged with weaving dreams and nightmares into the minds of slumbering Earth-Sapients. But this hypothesis offers many questions and few answers.”
Slushh was an unparalleled genius, a member trusted by Lord Sinestro in person back when the corps was under his guidance. Scivor knew this well, and knew the mass of putrid bones in a tar like body would have answers. If Slushh couldn’t solve this anomaly, scarce few could.
”I do. Occult scholars on earth speak of a practitioner of Dream. A warlock or lich of some sort who watches humans in their sleep and spins a web of nightmares through unspecified means. It is often denoted as an urban legend, or a conspiracy, but curiously authorities have arrest records which match the urban mythologies.”
”Data thus far also notes a pattern in the location of these anomalies. Clusters of night time terror readings denote clear trails as though it is traveling from nightmare to nightmare. I have yet to discover any pattern in the path it takes, however.”
The files Slushh pulled up included news paper clippings, police records, and patient files from a human insane asylum along the Earth’s Atlantic. What Scivor read was most displeasing... A giggling raving maniac who could barely even think. Not a soldier, maybe not even a weapon, but something which likely could not be controlled. John Dee alias Doctor Destiny.
“Are you sure that is wise?”
John Dee was in a little girl’s bedroom with nothing of particular interest other than a large stitched up plush toil, grey and humanoid with empty black eyes and a stitched grin. The creature, John Dee had leathery grey skin which sagged loosely from the bond, skin so charred and chipped away that it looked like the scaly hide of a reptile. It stood haunched over the little girl, fingers twined through stringy pink mucous which spun out from the flesh of her head. Cannibalism at first glance, but in truth it was something much worse. Not murder, but theft. Theft of her very dreams, forcing her corporeal self to wade through tides of soul singing nothingness. The fingers which twined through the sticky thread of dream matter were inhumanly long, massive stalks with tiny jagged strands of fur scattered at the base making each spindly digit look more like spider legs. Stringy slime slithered through black and rotten teeth, cooking around the charred enamel like floss, it chewed and it chewed making hideous gurgling and slurping noises, munching and gnawing and tearing at the string like a cow chewing in grass.
The ring crashed in through the rickety wooden wall, yellow aura pulsating fiercely. The beast had bulbous ruby eyes, massive like a fly’s eyes glinting the glowing divine terror of Parallax in its irises. Pulling away from its meal, shock and awe tantalizing the wretched beast as it stood before the heavenly glow.
”John Dee of Earth and of Dream. You have the ability to instill great fear.”
The creature simply didn’t know what to do or what to say, the ring and the monster simply looked at each other, pink slime drooled from gnarled lips which writhed into a twisted grin of utter abs evil delight. It knew. It knew of the power rings and the lanterns, it knew of fear and willpower. ”Ring!” The gaunt little monster whispered in delight and the ring swirled around his body. ”Ring!” It bellowed once more with a delighted cackle, euphoria surging all over the skeleton’s decrepit form. The ring danced around his body, spiraling up his gaunt form and dancing between his hands and fingers. ”RING!!!” The ring hovered above a long and rotting grey stalk, yellow lightning arching and singing the air as it slowly inched itself around the tip of a long and twisted fingernail. A skeletal grin curled high, but froze when a yellow orb enveloped the ring before it could attach to his finger.
Slushh and Skivor gently hovered in following the ring. They had a proposal, but before they could even elaborate Doctor Destiny threw an insane fit of rage. His luminous red eyes went wider with malice, his jaw unhinged like an anaconda, lower than humanly possible, mangled black teeth sagging almost to the floor. Black bile erupted from the back of his throat, putrid birthing tar rising like lava from a volcano. Black smog and vomit like tar enveloped everything and the hideous little man faded into nothingness.
The room around them grew tall and malformed, leering diagonal heights crept up into a void of nothingness, the little girl was no more, and all that remained was her ugly plush toy which grew quadruple it’s original height. It sat against the wall, empty black eyes glazed with the void. Red trickled down the doll’s eye sockets from the brain matter above. The trickling blood formed glassy reptilian eye slits which glared fiercely at the two lanterns. ”You would steal from me!?” Every stitch in the dolls body began bleeding and oozing at once. Burlap became flesh, putrid fat pulsating stitched up flesh. Red oozing from every orifice. ”You would talk down to me!?” Fleshy bubbles blew up and writhed around its skin, like dancing tumors skimming around bulbous fat skin. Every tumor slunk towards the stitches, with clamoring meal worms and slugs and Beatles writing out from under the doll’s skin. The doll suddenly swatted Skivor away, then stood up, reaching in to slam a fleshy palm unto Slushh. ”“You are a JOKE to ME”
Slushh burned away the doll’s hand, red and grey sloppily slushing and dribbling off. Destiny shrikes and pulled away, works and slug and caterpillars swarming out of the melting palm with every pool of blood. It swatted Slushh way with it’s other hand, melting it’s knuckles away and splashing the pool of ooze against the nightmare’s walls. Skivor took to the air to the air, firing yellow energy to match on to the doll’s arm.
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