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The thing that once was me, "Amber of Snippy" was being stretched out in all directions. A tiny dot, spliced into strings, trading a sense of self for the constantly expanding perception.
A little piece of flesh and bone, somewhere in the river, being quickly dragged away by the current. I tried to hang onto it as long as I could.

I was the Biomatrix and we were all over the burning forest.
The poor small multicellular organics that suffocated in the smoke lit up all over the forest, immediately turning to the Biomatrix control.
A lot of them were also vanishing, consumed by the flames as there was nowhere for them to flee.
Eventually, when the forest fire would end, Life walkers would come marching in and perhaps a great bickering for these souls would follow.
How bothersome.

The balance of the forest was upset by a weapon that was long forgotten by this land.
This weapon was something we really didn't like, for once long ago it had weakened us so much that we were forced to become a scarf.
So inconvenient.

Initiating the search for surviving/conscious/functioning Avatars.
Avatars located. Initiating connection...

We were the Chalice knights. We were camping on the shore when we died.
We were going to catch the Mod by a surprise attack, for the Admin Revolution had to be stopped by any means necessary to maintain Order.
We were killed before the Mod even came near us. From the other shore of the river, the wind carried to us the Mod's last words "Cute Protocol One One Tree", and then the sky was cut in half by a flash so bright that it left us nearly blind. Then, a wall of thick smoke and a rolling firestorm descended from the hilltop onto us, consuming much of our flesh.
It was slightly annoying to lose the top layers of muscle and skin, but we were pleased that the Biomass accepted us and granted us life anew.
We didn't even have to tell the Biomatrix how important the Infinite Sangrail is, no... the Biomatrix already knew much of her magnificent and holy powers.
Who knew that even Death bowed to the Chalice?

We saw the Mod. This was all his fault.
Why did you come here, you little pesky controller?
Why did you re-awaken the forces of the old and forgotten world?
Do you not know what would happen if SHE awoke? The one whose name must not be spoken, the real owner of all the things and your "magical" skills.

"Hey you!", I pointed at the Mod.

The Mod turned to us, hissing with contempt: "Move aside, Dead ones"

"Unlicensed demolition!" I waved at the burning castle with the Dead Chalicite's hand.
What the hell was this Mod thinking? Such ignorance!
You do not challenge Death, for even this pesky fool is mortal and would come to join us in the end.

I spoke through the other 3 Chalice Knights now:
"Dismantling housing units without a permit, eh?"
"No respect for the dead! Such terrible manners! Don't I even get a: Hello, how are you, anymore?"
"You shall not pass!"
""I am pressing charges! This is entirely your doing!", I concluded.
My anger echoed in the other avatars, they wanted to take the Mod's flesh for their own.

The Mod raised his hand and spoke the Word:
"R/Schoolbus"

A yellow horseless carriage suddenly appeared high in the air.
Its abrupt appearance had upset the currents of the wind and so the air around it boomed outwards, warping the clouds.
We knew of Mods who could summon such carrier vehicles of the long extinct civilization, but it wasn't the same at all.
Firstly, the carraige aka the "School Bus"... was really high up. The range of the Word was incredible.
Secondly, it was alive - fuel burned inside it, its insides roared.
The surface of the carriage sparked with blue, white and red lights that flickered, bloomed and chased away the darkness.
Lightning jumped from it to the clouds.

The School Bus didn't have much time to comprehend its fate, for soon it became gravity's victim.
It plummeted downwards.
When it hit the ground it exploded with incredible force, the metal frame shattering and the fuel escaping.
The large fireball thundered the earth and licked up whatever was left of the dead Knights.
Damned magic school bus.

...

We are experiencing technical difficulties in this sector.
Connection to 4 avatars has been lost.
Please hold, while we transfer your subconsciousness.

beeep ... beeeep ... beeep


Credits



Art Director:

Vitaly S Alexius


Illustrator:

Christine Z



25th November 2012
 


116 Comments:
 
15 days ago #9195962        

Spelling error: "loose" should be "lose"



minxan

16 M
2 months ago #9167790        

they have universe hacks !!!



2 months ago #9156765        

Does anyone else feel that this is similar to one of the earlier issues with the lemonade pit and the train hurdling into it?



2 months ago #9154416        

This is just like a freakingly absurd meth trip



3 months ago #9134336        

please have captain in that bus that would be so fucking awesome



Bane7415

17 M
5 months ago #9094906        

@Odium Oh gods keyboard error -_-;; Sorry Alexius!



Odium

18 O
5 months ago #9087729        

@Bane7415
You spelled his name wrong. It's Alexius.



5 months ago #9085938        

Grammar mistake: "The one who's name" should be "The one whose name"



8 months ago #9026025        

Looks like Mrs. Frizzle won't be going on anymore field trips.



10 months ago #8978878        

So rude. He's wearing a helmet that covers his face, he doesn't need eyebrows! Selfish.
Freaking answering machines!



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