Death To Infinity - The Identity Complex

The Identity Complex

Identity switch for an identical twitch

Penny for a song, boredom kills

1.

And so the tale continues only in the layer of the Birds of War, " The Yod". Happily living in a mid world/alternate dimension hidden from all in the void of the real world, send out to save the day when all else goes airy. Poncho the Possy and even Hokie had not seen or heard of this band of subhuman freaks before until the standoff in our last epic adventure.

These bird headed, humanoids with colourful symboled rotating eyes, identifying their sign are of a language and breed of their own and no known origin.

They laugh, spit, fuck and cuss until it is time to ring the door open and speed off into the void of the world, ripping time as they fly though the vortex of their layer. Searing into the next venture only to annihilate those that choose to tamper with the people of their sector.

"Death to Infinity!!"

2.

Retracing our steps into the Phantasmed tales our last encounter.

" These fucks speak of terror, I?" speaks Me2. " These fucks going wrong to the the savour. Death to Infinity?". "Not yet says I, listen."

They open the vortex ever so slightly to listen with their keen bird called senses. Eyes rotating becoming red and weapons, warning signs appear.

Hokies Rant. (Phantasmed), violating the union and time that Poncho and Delta so longed for and speaking to the preacher, possy and towns folks like they were filth.

3.

This situation is really disturbing to them as they care for the possy and only will die to keep harm from those who risked all life to save life. Never wandering beyond the vortex until now. Without being seen that is the true remedy to this as they are the protectors of the sector, hidden from the galaxy just to have a place to kick back and wait.

Hokie's rant echoes in the mind and ears of the Brotherhood of the Yod. Until they finally take flight and work their way screaming into the air, kicking strides furiously and graceful toward the standoff, just pist.

4.

It did not take long, nore did they stay long, nore did they even introduce themselves, nor did anyone know what had really happened only that they looked like Birds of war.

In an instance they disarmed the lot and left.

5.

Now to catch you up to speed about them, they are unknown and do not know where they are from, unsexed to be known of what it was but they liked to, some women some half and half some just studded up to keep it vigorous enough to have the alpha and the bitch and the vixen, each equal in the eyes of one another just their personalities are what really set them apart.

Identifying as signs to one another they associate as though they were speaking in the first, third and fourth person if there is such a thing. Me2, I, You, Myself, Yourself, Me3, Your and Seere are their names.

6.

Now we get down to the band of idiots that live within the layer. A rumble of crass and unwilling turmoil echoes into the valleys, something maybe up, let's go in.

"Blame it on everything and do nothing about it, MORON!"

"Don't listen to your quack especially if it's a duck?"

and the banter in the layer continues "Try hard cause you don't know it yet continues as a fear and regret no justice be found your always a clown."