The usual hum of ice-cold infinite winds was filling the grey plains as a lone mortal was making his way through. There was nothing but grey rocks covering the ground, with a sporadic stone cusp pointing towards the sky. The sky. One couldn't even tell if there was any beyond the thick clouds that blocked most of the light. The horizon, covered with mists, slowly revealed the true goal of the lone mortal in this unwelcoming place.
Made out of grey stone, just like everything on this forsaken world. A magnificent structure, built around what appeared to be the only mountain in the radius of hundreds of thousands of kilometers. Perfectly polished, it reflected what little light came through the wall of clouds. A huge tower was located in the middle, reaching well into, of not above, the clouds. It was surrounded by a bulky set of smaller buildings, all of them dwarfing even the greatest mortals in the universe. The stone giants were brisling with hundreds, if not thousands of chimneys, all of them bursting with fire and choking smoke, giving the entire structure a hellishly red tint. This was it. The Forge of the Worlds. The end of the journey for a lone man. An unknown hero of his time.
He stopped once the mists moved away from the demonic castle. His quest seemed neverending for him, and although he walked without a single break, he was not tired or sleepy. It was a funny dimension, he thought. Even a pity being like him could accomplish incredible feats of strenght here. Which he was about to prove.
The mortal had a variety of... colourful items on himself. One could say that they were even hilarious. His entire body, including his face, was covered by the finest battle armour ever created on Crete to this day. It's bulky plates had a dirty-orange tint, with a head of a bull painted on the chestplate. His back was largely covered by a rectangular, azure shield with a fish on it, and a long emerald sword beneath it, too large to be carried on the belt. His hands were holding a long, massive rifle with a dirty-yellow casing. Both sides of it had a sickle with three ears of grain painted on them. The mortal quietly observed his goal before continuing his march.
It took a couple of hours for the man to approach the gate. It was small compared to the great wall surrounding the fortress, however it still dwarfed the being in front of it. The man silently turned the safety of his weapon off. He then looked up at the two thin watchtowers that stood firmly on both sides of the gate.
- GOLDEN ONES! - he exclaimed into the air. His voice bounced from the walls into the infinite plains. The winds went silent. It was a couple of minutes before the gate opened without a single sound, even despite it's size. Only now the heat and noise of the Forge flooded the mortal with a wave of warm air, almost making him fall. But he stood strong. He stood strong, and entered the Forge of the Worlds. The nest of Golden Ones. The home of the Forgers, also known as the Developers.
The insides of the Forge were just as the mortal expected. Immense, windowless, stone structures, gleaming with bloody red, lightened by the fires coming from above. There was no one in his sight. The man made a few steps inside. It somehow seemed like the right place to continue excaiming.
- FORGERS! - he continued into the air. - I AM WELL CONFIDENT THAT THE NEWS ABOUT THE DEFEAT OF ONE OF YOUR KIND HAS ALREADY REACHED YOU! - the man paused for a few seconds. - WE... - he looked behind and remembered that no one really came here with him. - ...I AM OFFERING YOU AN ULTIMATUM! SHALL YOU NOT ACCEPT IT, THE ONE KNOWN AS LUNATIC WILL NOT BE THE LAST LOSS ON YOUR SIDE! HOWEVER! SHALL YOU FULFILL THE DEMANDS OF THE MORTAL WORLDS, YOU WILL BE SPARED!
The man inhaled and exhaled calmly. His left hand then took his shield from his back, while the other firmly held the heavy rifle. Funny dimension it was indeed. He took a defensive position behind his shield and waited. In the meanwhile, a hologram created by a small emitter in mortal's shield appeared in front, floating in the air.
Ultimatum Wrote:- Chameleon needs to be looked at. It's responsiveness and hull strenght are pretty low, if not the worst of all VHFs. While I understand there are ships with 10.200 hull, I am confident they have a way better agility. The issue was brought up a year ago by Redon. Also, old Chameleon was said to not be an impossible thing to bring back to the game. Any of those have a chance to happen this decade?
- Sichel is oversized. Seriously, just look at the thing. It really could use a lil' shrink.
- Glenndale Supply Depot has a silly location. Can it be moved to the night side of Glenn for at least a hint of being hidden? - Saalburg Depot. Same as with Glenndale. It's literaly next to a huge cloud that could conceal fleets. Next to, not within. It's not how you hide a base. Can it be moved at least to the edge of Sudnebel? Did not realise you put an asteroid field there.
- Can we have the old Saarbrucken infocard back, or at least them dragons sqeezed in? It was one of the best little things lore side of Disco had to offer, now completly retconned into something mundane. I understand that the current infocard took a lot of effort, so maybe a fusion of the old and new ones?
Dead silence filled the Forge afterwards, broken only by the ambiet noise coming from it's depths.