The door to room 2,147,483,647 upstairs in Milliways' living quarters has never opened, not even for its present occupants. There roosts Evil Chicken; there remains a great hoard of treasure; there stands guard one of Jordan Kennedy's Providor Units ( Read more... )

The discussion with the Charter Mage brought back the nightmares. And the nightmares were his only memory of those early years, those horrifying years, those powerless years.

"What are you?!"A woman's pained, confused, and crazed cries pierced though the formless dark. And the Formless responded in kind, not losing the least bit of its ( Read more... )

[After finally completing a deal he had made several months ago, Evil Chicken tests his new prize and finds that he can fly again.]

Gielinor

oh duh, this thing can teleportEvil Chicken and the silvery faceless humanoid that was holding him reappeared somewhere in the northern wilderness. The bot started scanning the new territory ( Read more... )

Killerwatt planeEvil Chicken had grown so used to using the Killerwatt plane as an intermediate stop before reaching his world that at first he did not realize that he no longer needed to make a stop there. So there he was, perched atop the still faceless Providor unit, watching as the sentient thunderclouds and other various electromagnetic ( Read more... )

( Warnings for the torture and death of a NPC (well, a NPC as far as Milliways is concerned) )

Scene: Professor Oddenstein and his assistant are in the laboratory. Oddenstein is an old man with wild, white hair and wears a white labcoat. Typical mad scientist look. Penny, his assistant, is a young, red haired woman. She wears a plain brown set of monks' robes and multiple silver necklaces, each one with a different pendant, one for each god ( Read more... )

Duh, why didn't I think of this before?Professor Oddenstien, his portal to the killerwatt plane. Hello, fixed door to a realm he could teleport around in ( Read more... )

Death wasn't a convenience anymore ( Read more... )

The trip toward Edgeville was uneventful, except for the occasional encounter with a black unicorn or one of the cultists who were wandering the North, searching for revenants, Mahjarrat, or death ( Read more... )