The Chronicle of His Holy Nick

The White Throne

Within the white lord's chamber there stood the white lord, who sits upon the white throne. Inert, unmoving. The White lord's chamber is different from the halls of the Holy nick. It is grim, somber, lack of life, faintly lightened. Within the chamber sits of the white lord, an dried up corpse, of the remnants of what was once a great warrior. An mighty enemy, who was once an great hinderance to the old world. Now withered, shriveled. Dead and decaying, Our man have made the retarded decision to disturb the white lord. Soon, the corpse has been reanimated, has sprang back into life, not as some vibrant and jubilant, but as hollowed. He Bellowed: Who dare to trample within the sacred sanctum of the white lord? Who dares to sit upon the Porcelain throne? Heed my Warning and leave. Begone I say! To Persist here is to choose death.

I responded: The White lord, you hold no dominion over my man! They have fight valiantly, they have contributed greatly. They have done great tasks. Yet you are a great failure. You failed to topple to old regime, you failed to bestow light upon the world, you have failed to deliver the sacred promise that has been made. You are not of deserving the honor of the throne, of the white throne. My Lord: heed my warning. Let us pass, and spared be you. Let us persist, then death shall come.

The White Lord: Insignificance humans hampering my glorious progress, and Traitors to the glorious Revolution! I will sit atop of one's porcelain throne, with great power and of great respect. I will conquer and will obliterate, I shall eradicate all resistance. You, my friend, and Treacherous, Not Righteous, are malicious, not omniscient, but blasphemous. You be retarded, Senile, and mentally challenged. Though skills you may lack, narcissism you indeed boost. To Charge into my throne like an imbecile, to disrespect those that have fallen before you. Indeed, it is salvation that you lack, the teachings of the empire have but corrupted us. Thus, I shall provide you with the cure to your pestilence. For I have the cure, I am the cure. To liberate you from the mortal coil is optimal. Thus, it is judgement that you shall face, condemnations

Michael: Intimidate not of us, with your grand voice, nor your archaic phrasing. An hampering of the empire you really be. You have stopped our man in the pursuit of our enemy, the Campbell. You have concealed him, conceal an enemy to the empire, to humanity, to his divine and omnipotent Nick. You shall perish. Now, you shall be judged, be reduced to nothing but dust. Now, with our great force. Campbell is whom that you shall relinquish, otherwise you, your throne, shall be destroyed.

The White lord raises his hand, and left out an bellowing roar. Our man fired, with cannons ringing, missiles firing, and swords swinging. The White lord shows no fear, no remorse. Our man is intimidated. The white lord summons great shards and impaled our men and destroyed our machines of wars. The White lord glows, and his thrones glows brighter. Our man have retaliated even more. The Thaumaturgist within our man have attempted to cast spells and charms towards our enemy. Yet ineffective it has been proven be. When all seems lost, when it appears that the spready of progeny and profanity have but bested all of us. I drawn a pistol and fired at the white throne, shattering it to pieces. The White lord have flinched. Now our new battalion, armed with set knowledge, aims to destroy the throne. The White lord have attempted to put up an worthy resistance, yet failed he be, and soon, his vile regime is no more.

With the white lord defeated, his body cast away and disposed of. We have ventured deeper into the lair. But the blasphemous Campbell, with his treacherous Deed, where not found. Soon, I, and my grand army, have failed to found Campbell. Now, with our original objective fulfilled to one's fullest of capacities, we have but returned. With great triumphant. We have paraded over the streets, adorn with lavish ornaments. The Holy nick have came forth to bless us, bless every one of us. We are all Enlighted and infatuated by such an great action. And then, with his great omnipotence, decided to make a toast, a toast to everyone, to his great followers:

My great and Loyally followers, I am forever within gratitude to that of your loyal servitude, forever grateful to the greatness that we have managed to obtain. And it is by such, that I, shall present to you, you grateful followers of the empire, a gift. I brought forward to you, a system. A system that shall brought forward greatness. I shall present to you, the Machina, a great piece of machinery. With this, one may abolish sinners and the devious ones alike. With this piece of machinery, Sinners shall no more Walk the Land, with this, our borders may be secured. And Now, behold, The Machina, the greatest Invention of the Century