Something was wrong.
It wasn't sure what was wrong. But something didn't feel right.
It didn't know where it was or who it was or what it was. For that matter, it didn't even know when, why or how it was either.
It tried to open it's eyes. But nothing happened. Did it have eyes to open? Well it knew about eyes, so it must have... at some stage of its existance anyway.
But how did it know that? The first thing it remembers was... now.
It tried to stand up. Nothing happened. It's body felt like an incredibly heavy and immovable object. Which is when it realised it wasn't laying against anything. How could an incredibly heavy and immovable object be suspended in... nothing?
There was no noise. Not even it's breathing or a beating of it's heart.
This wasn't right.
It tried to remember. How did it get here? Into this world of dark intangible silence?
But it couldn't.
Not at first...
Then an image forced itself into his mind's eye. His? Slowly other images pushed forward fighting for supremacy, soon more and more images flashed and hurtled along his brain.
It hurt. Was that good or bad? At least he felt some form of sensation now.
But it got worse.
Terrible images. Of terrible creatures... Overlords! Hounding and proding and poking. Demanding subservance. Enforcing petty and meaningless toil... But why? What for!?! Perhaps he could think of...
NO! NO THINKING!!! ONLY DOING!!!!
Thinking and learning are evils that must be eliminated.
But why? Surely existance was not ment to be like this? What's the point?
SILANCE!!!!
Pain. Again. Was this all this world had to offer? Missery and pain?
Was he alone in the universe? The only being who wanted to think and learn and dream and create?
Wait.
There are others.
They seem familiar.
Do I know them? They appear to be very strange... people? Yes, people. Yes they are strange. But unique. Individuals! Individuals from many different backgrounds and times... and realities!
They have fought much adversity. They have endurded through good times and bad. Despite their differences, or because of them?
There are others willing to fight oppression and darkness.
Am I one of them?
NO!
I mean yes...
But the great evil has decended upon these champions, causing a schism. Once more there is death and destruction.
Why?
What can I do?
I am only one man...
I am one man...
with something to offer this universe... this reality!
I will not sit idle as....
*WHACK*
Evil RM552 looked down at the once more unconscios Britannica. "That was close." Satisfied that all was well, he walked from the room polishing his sceptre.
