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[Jack London]

Yo.

So I was sitting on my stoop and some loser comes out of nowhere in his car and asks "Where is Taco Bell, lol."

I'm like, "You're mexican, sniff it out faggot."

I was basically askin' for my ass to be whooped, but he just drove off. I'm not entirely sure why I was acting like this, I was just was. Perhaps I was bored, but I knew it was a little more complicated than that. Or, at least, I'd like to think so, to make myself seem that much more important. I'm not sure what the hell happened next, but I somehow found myself in another area completely.

"The ****?"

I was standing on a gigantic mushroom.

Apparently, there were hundreds of them, and it was hot as hell. Scratching my head, I look up at the sky for no real reason and saw not a single cloud, but two suns-- one toward the south and the other toward the north. Yea, that's not weird. Anyhow, I tried not to care much. So, I just sat on my ****en mushroom and took a nap. Not that I was really sleeping, because it was too damn hot, but I tried anyway.

What a nice day!

[Rokazu]

So I was walking down the road I don't know how late at night. There was nowhere to go to so I suppose walking wouldn't hurt...Yeah, walking. Then this car stopped in front of me and...the driver asked some random dude something. I couldn't hear what, but the pedestrian said especially loud,

"You're Mexican, sniff it out faggot."

Wasn't the friendliest bloke I could've walked into but then again, who cares. It's not like I would suddenly get transported to a random and inexplicably isolated world with only him and me in it...So I just continued walking, then suddenly the racist dude disappeared. I thought I was just feeling a bit tired, so I was going to scratch my eyes a bit...Then light assailed my entire being. It was brighter than I thought was ever possible on Planet Earth...

Then again, it wasn't. Two suns hung halfway up the sky, scorching the grounds....covered with gigantic mushrooms on it. Crap, I thought, what the hell? There was another dude, on the same mushroom as me, apparently. I approached him slowly, even though I knew it wasn't a good idea, seeing what he had done to another completely random person.

"Hey..." I asked hesitantly, "do you know where we are? I mean...how did I get here?"

Suddenly, a new sun winked into existence between the two suns up in the sky...The light was almost blinding now; if light could ever really create a curtain that blinds sight, the three heat-radiating spheres were doing it. In my head, the dude's answer echoed over and over, even though it didn't make much sense anyways,

"You're Asian, go smuggle yourself to some place and find out yourself."

[Jack London]

So. I was still takin' a nap n' shit, and I was actually starting to fall asleep too, but then, all of a sudden, moar light started to pour in out of nowhere. I'm like, what the ****, yo? So, I pick my white ass up and stand, looking across the area, my eyes all squinchy n' shit from the crazy sunlight. I musta looked like a god damn chink or somthin', I was half blind. Then, out of nowhere, I hear some dudes voice.

"Hey, do you know where we are? I mean, how did I get here?"

I didn't really see the kid, but judging from my other senses, he didn't seem to far away. Probably on the same mushroom. I swear, one of these things can take up my entire room. I didn't answer him immediately, but the heat was really starting to annoy the crap out of me, and I don't usually react well in the heat. Not to mention, I wasn't in the greatest of moods to begin with. I almost felt sorry for the kid, knowing already what was coming.

"Do I look like God to you, damnit?! I don't know!" I answered, pushing my hair back frustratingly, struggling to open my eyes and look at the guy. He was some asian kid, about my age. At the sight of this, I immediately stepped back about a foot or two, pointing at him as though he were some sort of witch. I honestly don't know what the **** I was doing or thinking.

"You're asian, damnit, this is all your fault! KAH MAY HA MAY HA!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, firing a huge blast of energy at him from my hands, using the shit Goku does in that T.V. show. Good times, yo.

And they say shows like that teach you nothing.

[Rokazu]

Blah....I knew I shouldn't have talked to him. It would've been better off not even talking to this guy. I don't think his responses are important, seeing as he got so pissed at me inquiring him about this new world. Damn he went DBZ on me and fired this energy beam thing...O man I hope the strength was about as strong as the beginning of the series. Talking of which, it's really funny. I never watched the show consistently, but it's amazing how the protagonists get strong enough just in time to meet stronger antagonists...

And besides, DBZ was OD godmod...Then again, maybe Bleach has more potential to Godmod...Like Orihime's rejection shield...Then immediately a transparent but orange shield winked into existence just in time to defend me from the energy. It was much stronger than the one the girl had though...Perhaps I was more confident.

Sweet, as I realized, imagination, at work.

Meaninglessly a computer was conjured. Windows Vista too...Sweet. Perhaps I'm just too obsessed with Bleach. Sunpo, as they say, is something like teleportation. I thought of standing behind the guy, simultaneously imagining Senbonsakura-Kakeyoshi...something like that...It's the Bankai for Kuchiki Byakuya or however you spell his name. It's something like Axiala...Except he breaks about 50 swords into little pieces and surround the opponent before cutting them.

Why am I fighting him?

But the fact that I had these powers were too cool...If he can't think fast enough...well it's his fault now. I couldn't care less. Remembering that the sword pieces move faster with my hands aiming, I raised my arm to the figure that stands a few feet before me. The sword pieces are pink on anime, but it's much more silver and, reflecting the sunlight, blinding than it seems on TV. They flood towards the man, covering every conceivable angle, and concentrating into one point, towards him.

"Let's see how you deal with this one, white boy."

O snap, I'm racist?!

[Jack London]

You see what I mean 'bout Asians? That orange shield came outta' nowhere! He's not even TRYING to hide his hacks! Man, I hate those kind of assholes. The ****ed up part is: Where the hell do I report him? I don't even know what this place is! And the smell of mushrooms is really starting to annoy the shit out of me. Damnit, God, just kill me man. I know you just love making shit screw up around me. You really out-done yourself this time, yo.

Anyhow, the hacker disappeared and some reflecty shit surrounded me in all directions. They looked really sharp. Before I had any real time to react, they began to close in.

"Aw, shit!"

"Let's see how you deal with this one, white boy."

So, basically, I took the full impact of the blow and was reduced to little iddy biddy pieces of myself. It hurt like a god damn bitch.

"White boy?! Listen, you hacking chink, lemme' get your name so I can report your punk ass!" Every fragment of what as left of me spoke out simultaneously, as though each had its own mind or some shit. It was like a million of me, lol...which gave me an idea.

"But if you wanna' hack, thats cool. Two can play at that!" I said to him challengingly, every fragment of me seperating and multiplying themselves to create, literally, a million of me. Well, not literally a million, but a shitload. Ha, I got this ****er now.

"By the way, I was lying before, I really am GOD!!"

"And on the second ****ing day, I said let there be shit. AND, GOD DAMNIT, THERE WAS SHIT!" I was pretty much acting like a maniac now as the sky began to rain shit, while all my clones charged at him to beat the living hell out of the hacker. However, this shit was kinda different, for it would kinda explode when it hit something. I suppose to the extent of an average granade. Lol, I almost spelled granada. What the ****?

Shit.

[Rokazu]

"You call me a hacker? Look at you!" I shouted back at him.

Then the dude yelled something about the second day he made shit...Out of all the things in the world, he thinks of organic wastes...What a typical newb. Perhaps it's the fact that I'm looking at this from the outside that I stopped worrying where we are, but both of us now were so into the fight that we didn't even care there are three freaking sun scorching the mushroomed ground. LOL mushroomed is a legal word. Wow.

I conjured the barrier again, this time imagining even the girl's hairpin. It was really girly to put on, but I guess when you're desperate you do what you need to.

"By the way, I may not be a God, but did you know that this power I have now...is a phenomenon rejector?"

Before the rain of brownish wastes can reach me, the little flying fairy-like things flew out of the hair pins and surrounded the falling shits, dragging behind them the same orange-ish barrier, except this time quite more flexible than before. Basically, the glowing orange domain stretched like a bag before the two figures reunited and closed the bag. With a pathetic whimper...Not even, there wasn't even a noise when the shits winked out of existence.

"I don't think you're the only one here who could split up."

Project Valhus is something new that I've thought up but never had chance to fight with. As soon as I finished my thoughts, my entire body disintegrated into thin air as though losing its ability to exist. I was invisible, the heat immediately gone as I don't even need to feel anymore. But I could still sense the heat; I could still see, still hear, still talk...still feel.

"And on the third day, God used something called the ODE to remove all the unwanted creatures from the universe so that He may preserve order."

I couldn't even believe ODE really exists! Well, I think it does anyway. The Desideratum flows through my entire being, lighter than nothing, basically astral particles, as I shot them at the millions of pieces of that racist dude who seems to want to kill me. Simply if he touched these Desideratum would make that piece of him simply deleted from the world.

"Compared to explosive shits, I think these things are much more effective. And no, you don't need my name, white boy. 'Cuz I'm Asian like that."

Wait what?