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Royal Gold Posh
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As a phasebear, you are able to see across time to witness the consequences of your actions.
The Pirate will destroy London, down to every last man, woman and child. But London will prove no match for the Pirate. Sustained by the casualties, recovering more life for each that it takes, the Pirate will grow and grow. It will swallow cars, tanks and humans alike under its tremendous rolling bulk. It will wrap around buildings and bridges, blowing out into every direction until all that is left of London is The Pirate, collosal in size.
But London will not be the end. The Pirate will expand outward, seeking more flesh, more biomatter to fuel its own deranged, feral inhuman growth. It will swallow Bristol, Leeds and Liverpool before the hour is done. By the time the world has finally realized what is happening to it, the Pirate will cover a full half of the land, and three quarters of the ocean. Within two days the seas will be filled with congealing blood and boiling mucus, the ground covered by a thick sheet of warm living flesh. Every noxious breath that seeps from the Pirate's fifty colossal malformed lungs will fill the already unlivable atmosphere with more toxic carbon dioxide, until even the very air is acid.
And still the pirate will not be done, for his growing hunger will drive him to push fleshy tendrils out into space. Fuelled by the dimensional warp storms raging over the Earth, these tendrils will grow at exponential rates. Within a few short years, they will find their first target. The V'ian of the Hein So star system won't know what hit them; in a few short minutes, their entire system-spanning empire disappears. And they will hardly be the last. A hundred billion stars will be snuffed out from the night sky as they are cleansed. Mighty empires, fledgling tribes, strong reptilian giants or tiny weak rodents- it does not matter. Each and every one is dragged, kicking and screaming, into one of trillions of gibbering, teeth chattering mega-mouths.
In a mere twenty years time, there will be virtually no life left in this galaxy. Only a mere handful of stragglers are crafty enough to avoid the omniescent eyes, surviving amongst the ruinous valleys of shit and filth. Countless planets are left covered in the everflesh, spewing bile and piss and blood in the skin ravines where prosperous civilizations once stood. Uncaring desolate isolation will be the only reminder of countless eons of progress and culture.
But none of that matters because it wasn't even your dimension anyway!
So, how will we celebrate the pirate's AND London's defeat? They won't be bothering you any more!
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