The Deterioration of a Hero

A white ball the size of a watermelon with black shoes and a distinguished mustache and look walks to a chair meant for a human and hops in. He sits at the head of a large table, the setting all very much like a board meeting for some important company.

6 other balls sit around, some green, some yellow, some pink, and other assorted colors. They are all pale and distinguished, though.

The white one speaks. "The reason I called you in here was to discuss our latest invention."

All of the balls looked at each other. This had been a big leap in timeline technology.

There is a yellow one sitting nearest to the white one's right. It speaks now. "Kirby, sir, you are referring to the Time And Space Travelling System, correct?"

Kirby turned to the yellow one. "Correct. You see," he said while losing none of his stoicness, "someone has taken it. That someone gave it to an author, who in turn kept it even while awake."

Everyone turned to each other again. Bringing it out of a dream? Even they needed technology to do that. This was destiny at work.

"Here is the author." Kirby got out of his chair and handed the six other bouncy spheres files. "His name is Golem."

"It says that he is on Earth of normal space," a pink one said. "Is it not custom for them to have last names?"

"You forget, authors have pseudonyms. 'Golem' is his, and how he must be listed," Kirby explained as he hopped back in his seat. "He was clearly destined to manipulate destiny. However, this presents a large problem."

Silence.

Kirby speaks again. "We need to cement my life in order to prevent him from preventing us. Once it is cemented, nothing can break it."

This was true. They could all recall a big mistake that this cementing technique had caused, but it would not fail this time, Kirby could not let it happen again. In any case, this procedure required to go back in time and watch an entire person's life. Well, not the entire life, just the part that needed cementing. In this case, from Dark Matter's final defeat to the present day.

"When do we start?" the yellow one on Kirby's right asked.

Kirby now looked into everyone's eyes at the same time the way he somehow managed to do. "As soon as possible. Follow me into the lab, everyone."

OOC: Yes, this is THE Kirby. Now, the seven main puffballs are very serious, so they shouldn't be the source o' any comedy. However, that leaves a huge gap for the other characters to fill, including past Kirby.

One of the pale green balls spoke as they proceeded to the lab, "You're not planning on cementing only a part of your life, are you Kirby?"

"That's what I precisely mean to do!" Kirby crisply replied.

The green one spoke again, "This is madness. What if Golem changed something before the cementing. This leads to great difficulties to explain. If he were to cause something to happen to you to prevent you from defeating Dark Matter..."

"Silence"

"But cementing time makes absolutely no sense in any form of logic--"

"I said, "Silence!" Hoover!" Kirby was visibly angry. "This is S-space, need I remind you, and the physics of such a cementation are quite possible-"

"But we never have succesfully cemented time before," spoke a yellow one.

"That is true, Griggs," Kirby said, "But you don't realize just how much we've come since that... accident."

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Golem sits at his computer, wondering where the time went, "I'd like to have a party about now," he thinks to himself.

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Everyone followed Kirby into the room. It was circular with computer terminals that were low to the ground in the center. (OOC: This is how TASTS is, too.)

Kirby looked to his right-hand yellow sphere. "Livingston, set the time coordinates."

Livingston turned to one of the terminals and punched up some information. Soon, an image was on the screen. It was a brilliant pink Kirby flying in the air with a wand. The sky was dark. Everyone stepped out the way they came in. They stepped out onto a field of grass from inside a tree.

"Mark the location," Livingston said to one of the dull pink ones.

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Golem looked to his pen. "A party..."
"I'll go get the others." He opened his pen into the newsstand and got in. Setting coordinates for RealGTX's place, the TASTS rocked a bit. He looked on the screen in the back. It was nighttime, and he saw some puffballs hanging around suspiciously. They were all sitting at the window of a hut. "The Council?" he whispered to himself.

[ June 18, 2003, 05:00 PM: Message edited by: Golem. ]

[DK]

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[ July 17, 2003, 04:17 PM: Message edited by: DK ]

Head...hurting...quality...too high...

********** and Fred sat in front of a large view screen in the UN HQ, playing Super Mega Uber Ultra Quest SP Advance 128 OnLy FoR TEH GAEMC00B. Fred, whose character had picked up a block of cheese, killed **********'s character by hitting it repeatedly with the cheese block.

"HACKit! That's the cheesetieth time!" said **********.

"Your line was extremely lame," said Fred.

********** was about to pull out some cheese for a duel, but then he noticed the Party Radar. There was a line of text on Golem's name. The text said, "Party Attendee and/ or host. Reccomended action: crash the party."

********** and Fred smiled evilly, then climbed the stairs to the roof of the UN HQ, where a truly beautiful marvel of modern engineering awaited them. A large black helicopter, bristling with every weapon imaginable with a UN logo painted onto its side. Fred and ********** climbed in, then Fred placed its key into the ignition. The helicopter roared to life, creating a noise that could be heard by anyone within a ten block radius. ********** then pressed a button on large control panel. The button was labelled "ANTI-PARTY WEAPONS SYSTEM."