Following my unbroken string of glorious victories, I was feeling like some pretty hot stuff. Like a rampaging rodeo bull who’s thrown off and trampled a dozen bad smelling cowboys in front of a crowd of terrified children or something.
Over Blogger wasn’t happy with my righteous confidence. Kept trying to tell me that the King Fear was more powerful than anything I had faced, that I would need to be careful and prepared to face him. I ignored such warnings. After all, who could stand up against the Great Omega?
Today, I learned the answer to that question. As we traveled, I heard a voice call out to me.
“Hello Omega.” The voice did not come from a man, but from an old timey radio set up near a burning fireplace.
“Who are you, that speaks through this radio?” I demanded.
“I… am the King Fear!”
“So the King Fear was a radio all along!” I said with amazement.
“Not quite. I am merely speaking to you through this radio.”
“Too cowardly to meet me face to face, then?”
“Oh, we will meet in time. But first, I must test if you are worthy of challenging me. I shall have you face the mightiest Fear you have met thus far.”
“Bring them on! I…” My extremely clever and humorous reply was interrupted by a fist punching me in the gut. I flew hundreds of feet back before landing on my face. Whatever had struck me had moved too fast for even my trained eyes to see? But what kind of being had such power?
I lifted myself from the ground, and saw a man floating int eh air. His skin was ashen grey, covered in scars and boils, but he had massive muscles that rippled with every movement. “Who are you, strange muscular floating man?” I demanded.
“I…” He said in a vice that sounded like the dying gasps of a baby seal held up to a microphone, “am the Dying Man!”
“Impossible! The Dying Man does not have such power!”
“A single shard of me may not but while you were busy with your silly quest, I have been gathering together allm y missing pieces! At last, I am once again whole, and have regained my true power!”
“Power borne from evil is no match for the might of JUSTICE!” is what I would have said, were I not busy defending myself from the Dying Man’s sudden attacks. His strength and speed was beyond that of any opponent I had faced before, and I found myself unable to do anything by try and dodge. “Try” being the important word; it only took a few moments before my defense was broken and I was beaten down by his devastating blows.
“Go ahead and kill me!” I yelled defiantly. “I will only come back stronger than before!”
“You forget who you are facing! I am Death Incarnate! While fighting me, if you die in the blog you die in real life!”
Such terrifying power! I looked at my comrades for aid, but they were only watching from the side, eating some space popcorn that Spacefuture Blogger had procured. “Fine! Kill me then!” I said. “But I’ll go down fighting, like a real hero!”
“Oh, I’m not going to kill you. Not yet. Only after I have killed everything that you love will it be your turn to die.” As he said that, the Dying Man rose into the air. With a shout, a wave of dark, decaying energy came from him, and spread across the world.
“What did you just do?” I said.
“I have just killed that which you care for most of all. I have killed Anime!”
“Impossible! Nothing can kill Anime!”
“You doubt me? Why don’t you listen carefully, and behold the truth of my words?”
I stopped my screaming and listened. In the distance, I could hear the sounds of cheer and celebration. Such happiness could only be the result of one thing: Anime truly had been destroyed.
“YOU MONSTER!” I charged at the Dying Man, but he struck first, breaking both of my legs with one blow.
“Your time will come, Omega.” The Dying Man said. “But not yet. Lie there and wait for me. I will come when all you care for is dust.” With those parting words, the Dying Man flew away.
