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Subject Post 1PostSubject: Fuck Cotton-Eyed Joe And His Band Of Evil Space Junk [Operation Moon Massacre]   Wed Aug 03, 2016 10:47 am

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YEE-MOTHER-FUCKING-HAW!

The whole world was going to the shitter! Eruptions of war broke out on the Moon, the moon itself got blown up and now an emerald star filled the skies, moon debris were falling from the heavens and the birth of a shadow dimension was forged in the ashes of Operation Moon Massacre. Really, it was a great day for chaos, destruction and all things kooky and devious.

So, was it any wonder that the prowess of The Demon Queen, the one whom was dubbed "The Empress of Lunacy and Discord" would not see a freakishly large boost in power in the wake of these events?

C'mon, you wish!

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Back in the dull, dull, dull lands of planet Earth, deep in the stinky lairs of Mana's nasty palace, a fearsome energy was growing and thrashing. It was a high volume of chaotic energy and it seemed to spit out a replica of our lovely, manic and oh-so-self-proclaimed-bundle-of-awesome-demon-fluff: Mana Asthavon!

Now why was this little creature born? C'mon, use your head: it was Mana! Or, rather, to be more accurate: the palace was apart of Mana's body! The whole place stunk of her energy and was made from Ol' Queeny's essence. So, because of this rule, she was able to forge and create a clone of herself through the sub-atomic manipulation of her body that she was so infamous for at this point.

Feasting off of a combination of energy available to the minion from The Demi-Network; the stupidly retarded amounts of disorder, destruction, chaos, madness and depravity following about in the world; and nibbling off some of that TASTY Za Koa Energy and her own masters; this little freak had more than enough power to carry itself around a 0-2 level.

Thus, as this little cowgirl was--- oh -- wait, we didn't even describe what she was wearing? Strapped against her upper body was a green and black plaid shirt, on tender-tend-tend hips were a pair of jean-shorts that was one size too small for her; with a studded belt-buckle to boot, and on her lovely little feet were a pair of black boots with bones on the edges of it and gem green flames on the bottom of hers soles.

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Oh yes, our demonic little cowgirl was finally ready to take her pale ass to the cosmos. As, during this lovely transformation sequence, there was already wormhole being patched up from Texa--England straight to the mesosphere of England. So, with a hop skip and a jump, this little spooky bundle of lunacy stuck a piece of hay in her mouth, tipped her ten-gallon black hat and had a pair of big ol' bat wings extend from behind her as the country horned demon did the cowboy shuffle into the emerald vortex before her.

Shuffling through cosmic horrors ranging from screaming skulls, fire everywhere, horrible elevator music, nasty ozone funk and a whole range of trivial everyday annoyances we don't have the time to get into; our cowgirl clone eventually found herself atop a big doggy: a fat ass chunk of the moon itself heading straight for her little kingdom!

Wew, this thing was as fierce as a Texas bull, but Mana was good at rounding up 'dem bulls!

"YEE-HAW! RIDE 'EM COWGIRLS!"

Fuck cowboys, this was cowgirl hour!

As that scream of Texan-Twang echoed throughout the emptiness of space, The Queen of Cowgirls had eighteen arms extend from her body and resembled something like a demonic, western looking Buddha with a cowboy hat. Yeah, this scene really was something, eh? Keep that pretty image in your heads.

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Digressin' here partner, at least sixteen of these arms would have black chains begin to appear in them. With a Texas twirl (have we said Texas enough in this post? I don't think we've said Texas enough in this post), The Queen of Demons had her dastardly ol' chains sling on out for a long ol' distance. They would spread, attach themselves to the space debris and hook these guppies hook line n' stinker.

Now, once these gosh darn chunks of space junk were caught in her sights, President Demon Cowgirl Buddah over here would create a small pocket of dimension of fire to melt these bad boys in through mentally controlling the Demi-Network to create her own small realm of demonic shenanigans. With a heavy push, The Queen would throw her strength around like it was nothing and chuck this trash straight into the fiery compacting to be stored and analyzed by Shadow Fall's research department within a contained and safe zone.

"YEEEE-HAW! NOW GET OFF ME, TOOTS!"

As she flailed her cowboy hat around in the air, the additionally arms of Buddah Mana would retract within herself and she would jump in the air. When she came back down on the ground, the woman would give a mighty stomp to have the big daddy meteor get chucked into the fire.

With a clap of her hands, this chunk of space destruction would then be sealed in within it's realm and the whole of London would have been saved by our Texan Hero: Cowgirl Mana Asthavon. Now let's throw our cowboy hats in the air and give it up for The Queen Of Country over here!

After making sure to purge her bodies of any nasty dirt or germs from that stinky meteorite with her demonic energy, our Cowgirl Clone would seen to zip through the darkness of space and await further orders as this whole end of the world business started to come to a full circle. It seemed today was full of surprises and there might be another chance yet for this savior of country and Texas to get her show-time in! YEE-HAW, MUTHA FUCKA'!




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Subject Post 2PostSubject: Re: Fuck Cotton-Eyed Joe And His Band Of Evil Space Junk [Operation Moon Massacre]   Wed Aug 03, 2016 10:53 am


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Subject Post 3PostSubject: Re: Fuck Cotton-Eyed Joe And His Band Of Evil Space Junk [Operation Moon Massacre]   Sun Aug 07, 2016 12:08 pm




Song: Are You Gonna Be My Girl - By: Jet - Word Count: 888



Kuanastha's abrupt arrival through a Tānāgati portal into New London was appropriately christened with the some sort of rock song. Aloud? Kuanastha wouldn't dare allow the voices within her mind to seep into reality, something very possible through her set of powers.That being said, with their strength in volume--enough to actually start playing intro songs in her head--gaining way as the chaotic currents and energy sweeping over the realms in vast waves brought that little bit of crazy in the Visera Demonio out, the slight worry that she might lose a slight bit of control and somehow let the voices in her head manifest in some physical form was actualised. To that extent, Kuanastha felt more on guard than usual. Especially since it involved Mana.

It wasn't that she was at odds with her beloved sister, so much as well aware of not the threat she posed to Kuanastha's well-being, but rather how easily the Demon Queen could unleash Kuanastha's wild-side.To that extent, combining all the particles of energy passively seeping into her, whittling away at the bars that kept the swallowed souls away from her sanity, even the sheer presence of pure manic power likely emanating from her sister could be enough to set her off. And, with the awakening of the voices inside once more, letting loose for the first time in a few months actually felt enticing.

"After all,what's it to the world if I have a little fun! Control is inhibition to the soul, and the soul should REEEEIIIGN FREEE~!!!"

An unusual volley of words spewed from the red-robed girl's mouth with unexpected vigour, accompanied by varying tones simultaneously sounding off like an entire choir of different voices singing out in joy. And in response, Kuanastha abruptly brought one hand to her mouth, and another straight through her abdomen, that tinge of pain doing well to restore herself. Without even putting in effort, the latent chaotic energy in the region quickly filled the wound and repaired her with ease. ¹

How the hell do you little shits even play a song for me?

Mentally addressing the voices within, Kuanastha was met with scores of laughter that really matched the lunacy trapped inside her.

Are you insane? Lawl nevermind don't answer that--it kind of answers itself?


Get to the point, idiot!

There was a point to this? OH! Yeah--two years now! We've been here for two years; did you not consider we could form an acapella group and basically perfectly replicate basically any song?


I'm convinced the jarring mental rambles aren't ones of lunacy but idiocy.

Disregarding the countless retorts the thousands of voices sounded out--purposely in a grating, harmonic tune--Kuanastha directed her attention to the sudden onslaught of meteors she could only assume were the remains of the moon. A quick check of karmic threads would give a definite answer, but given the size of the debris and timing, not being able to figure things out off just this would really put her in the ranks of schizophrenic voices now ridiculously vying for the title #1 Not-Crazy-Just-Stupid Voice.

It took a great deal of focus to divert her attention from the 'buzzing sounds', which was fortunate of her considering one of the moon meteors seemed to be homing in on her location. Also fortunate was the fact that she didn't really need to retaliate and dispose of it on the spot, as an all too familiar volley of chains grappled not just the chunk roaring down towards Kuanastha, but all debris in sight. With a tug and a toss, and maybe a bit of pocket dimension-ing, the immediate crisis was averted and New London was unscathed. This left Kuanastha with just the tiniest bit of peace of mind, allowing her to accomplish her initial aim. Opening another Tānāgati, Kuanastha passed straight through, realising the other side wasn't the Demon Palace as she assumed it would be, but... space?

The Great Beyond? Probably one of the few places I've yet to visit. Can one claim space? Like, just a chunk? Or all of it altogether? Inami's a queen, Mana's a queen. I should become one too! Queen of Space! And all the little alie--.... I shoulda just embraced the sweet release of Death all those year ago.

With a bad taste in her mouth from the further descent of sanity creeping on her, Kuanastha stepped through, her body quickly adapting to the new environment,not that a wild environment unsuited to a mortal body could harm her in body or soul². Now on the other side, as was her intention, the Demonio Visera caught sight of Mana, zipping about through space in incredibly mid-western wear.

.... Pfft... That's so you, though.

With an amused face, Kuanastha propelled towards her sister, knowing full well that, as kindred spirits in Origin, this really was their element, and that the currents gave an indescribable urge to let loose.

We should practice some Footloose songs!

For a moment there, Kuanastha almost gave her own recommendations, ready to join in on their merrymaking, before steering clear of that road which basically ran down vertically, no plateauing to see. That failed to worsen her mood like before, though, as the crazy started whittling down her walls.

SIS! It's been a while! Do you really intend to hog all the fun for yourself? I thought all this nonsense and craze you're giving the world meant you were in a sharing mood~!








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1: » Entropic Consumption: Given her initial nature as the Danava of Entropy, albeit having long lost her Danavahood, the attunement to all things entropy-relative still runs strong through Kuanastha, and the effects bare clear of this. Particular when within range of any sort of chaos, instability, and especially the gradual descent of order within a given system, substance, construct, or otherwise; from these levels of entropy, Kuanastha may essentially feed upon it, with the usual effects of inherently restoring balance to the subject whilst temporarily empowering herself, or keeping her sustained. Naturally, given an incredibly chaotic environment, theoretically Kuanastha could run her energy on indefinitely so long as she could continuously feed upon the anarchy around her, though given that she inherently restores balance as a result of consuming it, there generally won’t ever be a situation where chaos is held indefinitely. This ability is one of the major factors that keeps Kuanastha together, mentally and physically, figuratively and literally, from her unstable body and mind, to the nature of her abilities that may easily cause her to lose herself and destroy herself.

2: » Nascent Soul: Nascent Soul is an ability Kuanastha applied on herself, for self-security and tempering. Simply stated, Kuanastha severed the bonds between her body and soul, no longer making one dependent on the existence of the other. If her body is destroyed, her soul is retained, and if her soul is shattered, her body will not become an empty husk. In fact, it’ll be far worse, as she placed whole importance on her soul. Hypothetically, she no longer needs her actual body to exist. Achieving this state, given the matters of her birth and rebirths, as well as the existence of the Nether, made this a simple task; the issue was existential balance. Naturally, the connection between body and soul was vital to appropriate power and strength.

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Subject Post 4PostSubject: Re: Fuck Cotton-Eyed Joe And His Band Of Evil Space Junk [Operation Moon Massacre]   Sun Aug 07, 2016 6:26 pm

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Yee-to-the-fucking-haw~!

This whole space business was blowing up and the chaos was just pumping through like a old geezer striking oil in the Texas Oil boom! There were so many currents of discord flowing around the planet and the moon that ol' Mana just didn't know what to do with herself! So, she was shaking her hips, humming the most spooky of songs and having the time of her life as she twirled, danced and skipped across the cosmos as it were nothing more than another arena for to boogie and tango through.

Though, this little waltz through space needed to be tone down, put to a stop and Mana's attention given to something quite sexy: her sister!

Following ol' Mana sensing one her beloved sisters nearby, a flush gem green blush appeared on her pale cheeks. Now, now, now; don't get confused: Mana wasn't embarrassed or nothing like that. It took a lot to somehow get the maiden of madness flushed and bothered! What was going here was the oh-so-timely effect of intoxication rushing to her head. There were so many streams of chaos streaming through er body that she was becoming drunk off her power and she felt on top of the world.

Therefore, she got hella' frisky, pounced on top of her sister and began cuddling her as she gave the most frisky of grins:

"Hog all the fun? Oh no, I do intend to share it with the world! WATCH!"

She didn't care about having some sappy sister-sister moment. She didn't care about recalling all the wonderful satanic memories their shared. Nor did she even care to ask how her sister was doing.

NOPE!

She just got straight to destruction!

Since The Vanguard was engaged in heavy combat, it wasn't unlikely that one of their satellites would be orbiting near the war zone. Therefore, all it took was a flick of Mana's wrist in order to summon a burst of emerald green energy. This energy would possess a high enough volume of energy to otherwise blow the damn piece of junk to pieces. And, since this piece of hi-tech equipment was about the size of a mid-sized city, those pieces of debris would come crashing down over Canada; a known Vanguard hot-spot.

These chunks of debris would be super-charged with demonic energy and her maddening influence in order to be equal to kinetic rods. All of these lovely seeds of chaos would spread the infection of The Black World, while also possessing enough strength behind them to wipe out entire villages, towns and possibly even cities. As, Mana would begin targeting multiple space junk, Vanguard equipment and other floating objects to have them scatter across Africa, Asia and South America!

Oh, yeah, and in the midst of this lovely little attack done under the distraction of the moon, Mana managed to kill a few hundred thousand vanguard members travelling in aerial space fleets. Those bad boys were meant to assist in the back-up of what was going on with the moon, but The Queen was too drunk on her power to really care. Hell, even if she wasn't, this was The Queen of Demons: who gave a shit about their lives in the long-run of things? She'd blast whatever she want at this point and there wasn't many who could dare stop her in The Queen's mind.

When she was done showing off and flexing her muscle, Ol' Manic Mana decided to nuzzle her sisters breast, kiss it and use them as pillows as she slid straight into her arms.

"Ohhhhhhh~! Did you see that, sis!? I did a boom-boom~!"

At this point, the voice of The Queen almost seemed downright childish as she gave a giddy laugh and loved the little show she put on. Of course it was apart of a bigger plan, but damn if it wasn't fun to watch everything burn like this.

"And, hell, I've got something for you to do, sis. You see that chunk of space junk heading to Illinois? Why the fuck don't we fly there and take it out? C'mon, we can catch up and everything as the world goes to shit!"

With a roaring laugh, The Demon Queen then showed her fangs and looked up at the face of Kuan-Kuan. She was expecting a response, and based on the answer she got, a whole lot could happens~

Tick-tock~

MAKE THAT ANSWER GOOD!

...oh wait, one more thing...

"Oh, right, I'm just a replica, but don't worry, sis! Consciously, this is still your sister talkin' to ya! One of my many other selves has something big cooking in my head. Hehehehe~"



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Subject Post 5PostSubject: Re: Fuck Cotton-Eyed Joe And His Band Of Evil Space Junk [Operation Moon Massacre]   Sun Aug 07, 2016 11:47 pm




Song: Ain't No Rest For the Wicked - By: Cage the Elephant - Word Count: 2091


Her sister's free movements of sheer bliss personally set Kuanastha in a good mood, if nothing more than the reason of happiness found in other's happiness. Kuanastha, of multiple renditions of her pasts, often stressed the importance of family, so to see her beloved sister run about in glee warm sensation in her heart. That, or maybe an overload of chaotic energy triggering a loosened control over her Visera Demonio body's stability and ever-increasing entropy burning through her chest. Negligible details, though--really.

Seeing Mana's cheeks flush from their usual deathly pale to an emerald hue was interesting--a confusing reaction to Kuanastha, more than anything. But the follow-up of Mana's pounce and intense closing on Kuanastha brought some understanding, as she asked the Visera to "watch". At the same time, Kuanastha probably understood Mana's current state better than anyone else; that Mana's skinship was not a result of excitement to see a familiar face but rather, in essence, inebriation. The reason Kuanastha would understand this better than anyone? She was experiencing the exact same thing.

The cataclysmic energy emanating from this body wasn't something that could ever be appropriately described as far as Kuanastha was concerned. The passive currents of chaos in space--far more intense than on Earth given the location being far closer to one of the larger rippling events that attributed to all this madness--already whittled down on Kuanastha's sanity, giving the voices leeway. Her sister coming into such close contact served to amplify the entropy absorbed at an inexplicable level, and at almost an instant the shackles which tied Kuanastha together as a functioning single being broke down. Now? She reverted to the persona of, for lack of a better title, a high-functioning psychopath--something bred in her long ago, courtesy of the Asthavons in past and present.

Kuanastha met Mana's approach with her own embrace, motioning her knees to grab Mana's own. A simple sniff sent the visera's senses awry as her body shook in excitement. From there, she let go ready to witness the Demon Queen's madness bear down on the world. As if to truly represent the breaking shackles, the aura Kuanastha exuded immediately exploded outward haphazardly, seeking to swallow anything in sight, a large influx of entropic essence¹ being sucked in by her being like some energy black-hole.

"OooohhohohohoHOHOHO!! It's been a while since a gal's felt this---aliiiiiiiive."

"OH SHIT OH SHIT HAHAHA, IT'S HAPPPENNIIING; THE BITCH BROKE, GIRL GONE WILD, GIRL GONE WILD."

Along the rapid swallowing of entropic essence was Kuanastha's absolute need to express herself verbally, and that expression was accompanied by more than just her voice. With her mental faculties undergoing a change in management style, the schizophrenic voices found physical representation, as Kuanastha would occasionally cock her head to the left or right, speaking in a voice that wasn't her own.

"I knew it! It wasn't lunacy in those voices! It was idiocy! Girls Gone Wild implies actions heavily contrasting my... usual, homicidal tendencies? I suppose? What do I know--I'm not a doctor. Not that it'll stop me from performing live surgery!"

As the girl held her own conversation amidst the draining of seemingly never-ending entropy in the surrounding space, her attention was still directed towards the unleashed demonic energy wreaking havoc--space havoc, no less! With a flick of her wrist and a burst of gem green energy, a mid-sized satellite was felled, tunneling down towards the Earth. Now, that was a pretty dangerous maneuver, which only proved to entice Kuanastha a lot more.

As the pieces of debris fell, enhanced courtesy of The Demon Queen, her rampage moved onward with vanguard spaceships meeting their end. These were spaceships! A concept that tickled Kuanastha's fancy, for nothing more than the novelty of them. The chaos that inevitably ensued amongst the vanguard ranks in response to Mana's merciless onslaught caused Kuanastha to lick her lips, the hunger for entropy essence beginning to feel insatiable. Despite that, the core of her being heated with intensity that begun to breakdown the insides of her demonic body cell by cell. The sheer amount of energy surging through her was starting to push maximum capacity, waves of pain constantly hitting her. Kuanastha's gluttony overpowered the pain by far, however, though it didn't exactly do well by her mental state already sent into a downward spiral.

The quick transition of pleas for mercy and curses shouted into utter silence brought tears to Kuanastha's eyes.

"What a beautiful play; absolute perfection! It was short, but ever so sweet! I really can't help but commend you for your efforts, Conductor Mana! Easily my favourite musical to date!"

"Holy shit, that was savage; their cries reminded me of the time crazy-lady swallowed us all!

WHOA MAN, TOO SOON. That's some PTSD triggering shit.

Your birth was infinitely too soon--nothing more than proof that 98.9% effectiveness really isn't a guarantee.

Lawl is my trigger triggering you?"


The conversations within her head--rather, being spoken aloud now, forced Kuanastha to cock her head back as she bellowed out in laughter, only ending upon Mana asking her if she witnessed the "boom-boom", her approach to nuzzle Kuanastha once more sending electricity down her spine. Again, the energy emanating from Mana was the most potent source of chaos around, and Kuanastha couldn't help but return her embrace, arms wrapped around her sister as she entwined their legs, as if it would somehow crank out more of Mana's energy for the visera to more or less get high off of.

"I can't iterate it enough, Sis--likely the most memorable boom-boom I've witnessed to date."

Kuanastha's devilish smile spread across her cheeks like they would split as she whispered these words. Meanwhile, tendrils of Nether Threads² started to involuntarily spread out, stabbing at her own back to release the heat building up within her body. Of course, the level of control Kuanastha had over herself was evidently waning, and on occasion the threads would just weave throughout her body, repairing her body's innards at a rate that matched the overload going off within as a result of feeding off of Mana's own cataclysmic energy. Not that this perpetual state of self-destruction and reparation was any issue. At least, not as much as when Mana asked her for a little excursion.

The primary reason she publicly distanced herself from the Asthavons as a faction was Inami asking her to run errands while her amnesic newborn self that often resulted in Kuanastha ruthlessly slaughtering people--something that helped to produce an insane persona within her, in opposition to her original, impressionable and innocent-minded persona that really didn't like to take 'evil action' all that much herself. In fact, she was fairly good-hearted to begin with. So, when Mana asked her for this favour, she felt reluctant. As, it was fairly obvious that if she gave in, Kuanastha would likely do much more than just taking out some moon debris towards the end.

However, Kuanastha didn't run away from the Demon World because she couldn't handle doing all these bad deeds. It was more due to her willingness to do these things simply because her family asked. Evidently, Kuanastha had a huge problem with refusing Inami, or any other close sister of hers for that matter. The girl instead ran away not to get away from being unable to handle the deeds, but to get away from the situation of being asked again to do something, and her natural loyal personality gearing her towards doing it anyways causing a conflict of self-interest. A part of her being literally born from the desires of the Iahhel had bred in her the natural inclination to fulfill their desires. Her pilgrimage throughout the world stemmed from this reasoning; to go self-searching, becoming someone whose purpose could be self-fulfilled.

But again--it was only reluctance. As always, she couldn't refuse. The issue was, her inner conscience. Madness couldn't take away core characteristics--at most only wash over them or transform them. That being said, instead of constantly feeling conflicted as she certainly would should she accept this task from her sister, Kuanastha prompted to wash away that feeling with more chaos infecting her body, aiming for an overdose to some extent. That, and, it really was too tempting to take up all the more entropy. It always gave her a feeling of excitement and joy surpassing anything else.

In response to Mana's roaring laugh and protruding fangs, Kuanastha's body couldn't help but shiver as tightened her hug, not wanting to give any room to let go--not that it could actually prevent Mana from getting out, but it was more so the feeling being transmitted rather than actual restraining strength. With that, Kuanastha would then motion her face to close in on Mana's, a whisper seeping out her mouth.

"As always, anything for a sister of mine."

Kuanastha's closing distance would be finished off with a kiss for her sister, and a pushing of her bottom lip into Mana's fangs, her aim residing in a puncture. That direct contact of Kuanastha's open flesh and Mana's saliva would likely drive the Visera to a peak of ecstasy, the direct source of energy finally washing over any remnant of reluctance within to go through. The sane, sober Kuanastha of tomorrow would be the one to deal with her current self's consequences.

Such an immediate and intense wave of chaotic energies coursing through Kuanastha prompted her to revel in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and at the end of the kiss the girl would abruptly distance herself. At this point, the Nether Threads would begin to stab into the back of her neck and head, a sort of measure to cause pain in some other area as a way to cope with the burning sensation coming from her chest. While that did serve to temporarily alleviate that feeling which further washed over her inner conflicts, it wasn't quite enough to also bring her body to a minimal stable level.

"Kyyaaaaahahaha!!!! ManaManaManaManaManaManaManaMana, I've really, really really really really kind of missed this feeling! The kind where, where you're just so so absoluuuutely full! Full that you just, you just have to tear away at yourself, you know! It's like I'm back in Hell!"

With one arm grasping the other, a quick and powerful tug ripped off the arm entirely, from shoulder down. And, a while after, a new arm sprouted as the overload of energy bubbling inside her repaired it immediately. But, that wasn't enough! As with a sinful level of gluttony, it never is--and may never be enough! Over and over and over and overandoverandoverandoverandoverandover again! A leg! An arm! Sometimes, with a little bit of effort, maybe elbow grease, and tad more tug in her tug, an organ, an eyeball--anything really! Because, after all, all of it was expendable!

Kuanastha simply tossed around one body part after another as her body over time came to a decent balance. Decent, as in, still incredibly unstable, enough to keep her mind all over the place, but not enough to for her body to melt itself. In contrast, the body parts that started to fall towards the Earth, they were little bits and pieces of dangerous levels of concentrated energy, likely ready to blow at any moment. Getting rid of them was an easy matter for Kuanastha, from whom the body parts derived--but, where was the fun in that?

"Uhhh.. We can just blame it on the moon! It's moon debris! Let's call it that, because we might as well~!"

From there, with a bit of Nether Energy seeping out of her body to accentuate the process, Kuanastha used the energy within those falling body parts to form into massive pieces of what looked close enough to the other pieces of moon debris³.

"Like you said, Dear Sister, it's imperative that we share all the fun with the world! Now, if you would, WATCH!"

The newly formed faux moon debris also plummeted towards the Earth, mainly directed towards countries including Brazil, the Koreas, and Lithuania. Were allied nations included? Sure. Did Kuanastha care? Well... What's a little mad-induced fun, without A BIT OF DANGEROUS MOVES!?

"AHA, AHAHAHA!!! Ohhh, this... This really is a such a good time to catch up, Sis."

Whether Kuanastha more or less attacking allied territories bode well with Mana--she didn't really seem to consider. In the Visera's case, insanity wasn't about doing things nonsensically; insanity was about pushing some boundaries--whether for herself, an ally, or an enemy.

Gazing towards the actual moon debris speeding down towards Illinois, Kuanastha went back to Mana's side, motioning too hook their arms and leisurely find there way down to intercept the debris. You know, give the two some time to catch up on the ride down.








FOOTNOTES:
1: Essence of Entropy: Part of Entropic Consumption is interacting with that entropy to begin with. While Kuanastha is capable of consuming it, it’s not the only form of interaction she can perform when it comes to entropy. Whilst within that presence of chaos, she may essentially take the nature of that chaos a if it were malleable, and control it with inherent effects depending on the utilisation. Namely, having it flow through something begins to corrupt it, and especially when it comes to low-conscience living things such as a plants, depending on the level of the Essence of Entropy at hand, entire forests can easily decay with rapidity. It’s all about the resources at hand, and with enough, a large level of control with the surroundings is possible.

2: Nether Threads: While Kuanastha has not inherited Dark Energy from Inami, despite her body having initially been comprised of her Dark Threads, she did gain the method of creating and using these threads in similar fashion, with Nether Energy as the selected medium. For the most part Kuanastha may simulate all the effects of the original Dark Threads, albeit at a lower level. Of course, given the qualitative differences between Dark Energy and Nether Energy, there will be small details that differentiate the two versions. For one, they can still be used to enhance regeneration, though it’s not as necessary given Kuansatha’s already two differing methods of healing herself.

Plenty of features offered by the Dark Threads are available through different avenues, in fact. For example, creation; as opposed to creating objects via these Dark Threads, without making things convoluted she could just directly create things using Nether Energy, as opposed to shifting it into these threads, only to create something after taking that additional and unnecessary step. That being said, there are only a few times Kuanastha may actually employ Dark Threads, especially considering the potential backlash as a result of overuse. Primarily, they are instated as a form of proof of identity--or rather, was. Having run errands for Inami within her own nation, one of the best ways to prove Kuanastha was indeed acting on her behalf was the unmistakable signature Dark Threads of Chaya’s Queen.

The other large usage comes to puppetry, as is the Dark Thread’s hallmark utility. While Kuanastha is nowhere near proficient on the level of the originator, it still proves adequate to even the scales when Kuanastha is ganged up on. Given the nature of the Nether’s Conscience, control over these puppets are just as easily handed over to the Nether’s management; considering they are linked mentally and spiritually, the process is akin to running simple commands through a computer, letting the device execute all the complex aspects to achieve the desired result.

3: Create - Kiindah: The Nether in the end still is an entire dimension, and naturally, with it’s own self-sustaining and unlimited source of energy, one could imagine the possibilities in the Nether having some of its own creation. Thus, for those capable of manipulating Nether Energy, through it they may temporarily create any number of constructs, anywhere from a powerful blade, to an actual flame. Furthermore, advancement in this subject allows for more complex and larger creations, such as creating something along the lines of a golem, which can follow simple commands without requiring the user to constantly be dictating its every action. At a true level of mastery, perhaps even something of sentience can be created. Of course, creation comes only with understanding, and the more one understands the dimension and whatever it is they’re creating, the more effective the results.

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Subject Post 6PostSubject: Re: Fuck Cotton-Eyed Joe And His Band Of Evil Space Junk [Operation Moon Massacre]   Mon Aug 08, 2016 4:48 pm

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Layers, layers and more layers of warmth. Oh yes! Mana was getting lost in these layers of infinite madness which was brimming from her sister. It was so great, so wondrous and she wanted it more and more! In a matter of moments, there was the screech of a million men, children, women and elderly were heard cackling all throughout the cosmos around them as the infinite childish pleasure of The Demon Queen's mania was just too much for her contain!



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In fact, if Kuan-Kuan were to gaze into the face of Mana during this very moment, she may have very well discovered that her sister's face was entirely -- void. That is to say, there were no more eyeballs staring at her, her nose had been removed and The Queen's mouth seemed to remain open and agape; the darkness behind it seeming as infinite as the stellar night all around them.

All the while, as her energy started to spiral and swirl around, the screams, moans and cries of all the tens of millions of damned and cursed souls which resided within her being could be seen. For, as these sisters held and kissed each other above the burning embers of the world of order decaying all around them, the visual images of demons, humans, hollow's, quincy, Sugiura and so many races and sub-races of the known realms of existence started to illuminate within a five mile radius.

Their hopes, dreams, sorrows, pain and pleasure all bled out into the world and served to induce a great sense of instability in the atmosphere; causing more chunks of emerald energy to shoot off and scatter across the planet as Mana moaned, screamed and hollered out in ecstasy. This was her mania, this was her insanity and this was her madness clawing out to the world and seeking to bring about lucid liberation for all those stuck under the grime of logical, concrete and drab thought! It was wonderful: THE KINGDOM OF MADNESS WAS JUST SO FUCKING WONDERFUL!

Thus, as Mana's face phased in and out of grins, laughs, frowns, scowls and even totally different and unfamiliar faces; The Queen got a grip and kept her one true face to her sister as she pulled up her knee and had dozens of mouths open up across her hand. All of them extended snake-like tongues from their depths and started licking, kissing and suckling the body and legs of the fellow Asthavon as The Manic Ruler started devouring and losing herself in her sisters madness.

It. Was. Purely. Orgasmic.

"GIRL'S GONE WILD? HELL NAH! THIS IS DEMON BITCHES GONE WILD! WOOT, WOOT, WOOT, WOOT!"

"Now, now. Settle down! We are making a fool of ourselves. We should really relax and take this whole madness thing more seriously. We are royalty!"

"FUCK. I. AM. THE BEST. FUCK YOU ALL! WE ARE THE GREATEST! THE GREATEST! NO ONE CAN STOP US!"

"Ahhhhhhhh~ I just wanna go home. What the hell am I doing here? Someone save me from this bad dream."

The voices, so many voices~ So many selves~ So many ego's~! They were bleeding, rising, falling, dying and being created as Mana's demonic energy started to churn, twist, screech and flood the world around them. Some were interacting with the voices of Kura's own madness, while others were seemly talking to Mana and quite a few weren't talking to anyone in particular. Yes, yes, yes! The Danava of Discord and Lunacy could most CERTAINLY pick up the frequency of madness her sister was operating on and her embodiment was honing in on that like a mother fucker!

"It's good to be alive~! It's good to be alive~! IT'S SO GOOD TO BE ALIVE~!"

Bands of humans and demons alike started to sing a sedated tune of happiness as the mind of Mana became further disarrayed, conjoined, confused and all around fucked. However, to the core of The Demoness, it felt too right~! It felt too good~! THIS WAS HER POWER! THIS WAS HER WILL! AND DAMN, WOULD THE WORLD FEEL IT!

IT WAS ALL CRUMBLING DOWN --

-- and so was Mana's face into her sisters face~!

Kiss after kiss, smooch after smooch, tongue after tongue; Mana wouldn't stop and she would savor every little hug, every embrace and every moment their lips pressed against one another. All the while, those hands of her would move away from Kuan-Kuan's legs, slither up her waist and then they'd squeeze, massage and hold the breast of the spiritually inflamed half-breed!

However, just as quickly as they were pulled together, they were pushed apart and Mana was left to admire and see just what kooky thing her sister would do next!

Arms, legs, eyes and body parts galore started falling and speeding towards earth. It was amazing! It was fun! It was everything she could have hoped for and more! Mana really didn't give two shits about what she said when concerning The Queen's former assault. No, no, no! Kuan-Kuan's actions spoke louder than words and she could see that the work was appreciated in the way she tore herself apart, threw her own seeds of chaos into the world and joined her sister in this most joyous day!

Therefore, she would clap, whistle, howl and have all of her millions of voices begin to clap and cheer Kuan-Kuan on! There would be cheerleaders, musicians, football players, politicians and entire armies all roaring, screaming and encouraging Kuan-Kuan to do her best! After all, even if her sister was scattered into a billion pieces, a sister still had to cheer her sibling on! NO MATTER THE COST!

"NO MATTER THE COST!"

...hehehehe, one of the voices caught the memo....


...oh right...

...words....

...more words...

...gotta speak to sister with words....

..SPEAK...!

"We...will....go...to....ILLONIS! We need....to make-out, kiss and maybe even do a lil' fuckin' on the moon rock, sister! I want to bring you out of your shell and let your beauty shine! C'mon, let's GO!"

UGH!

She needed to go. She needed to go. SHE NEEDED TO GO!

With a pull of Kuan-Kuan's, the greedy Asthavon grabbed, placed her in her arms and began flying off towards the next location with a manic grin across her voice; all the while, the distant cackles, laughs and gleeful snickers of children would echo in the space around them.

Go, go, go, go, go! THEY NEEDED MORE TIME TOGETHER TO MAKE THEIR CHAOS STRONGER!

GO, GO, GO, GO, GO!

SHE NEEDED MORE OF THIS!

GO, GO, GO, GO, GO!

DEEPER, DEEPER, DEEPER; SHE NEEDED TO REACH DEEPER!

GO, GO, GO, GO, GO!

THE MAD KINGDOM COULDN'T WAIT



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Subject Post 7PostSubject: Re: Fuck Cotton-Eyed Joe And His Band Of Evil Space Junk [Operation Moon Massacre]   Sun Aug 14, 2016 2:15 am




Song: Ain't No Rest For the Wicked - By: Cage the Elephant - Word Count: 747



The simultaneous craze that allowed the two sisters to essentially feed off each other bore mind in Kuanastha. Certainly, she was devoid of self-restraint and sanity, but not of cognition and her core characteristics, that being a dear care for her sisters and the desire to offer no displeasure where applicable. So, in the face of Mana's madness as well as her own, the truest thoughts that even a Kuanastha devoid of all capacity of self-control would never release, only bore a mental burden. That being? While she was earnestly experiencing this wild reunion in ecstasy, even allowing herself to further descend into understated degeneracy, a bad taste still lingered in her metaphoric mouth. Not that it would change the path she now took.

So, with a happy face and the voices of both her own psyche and her dear sister's coalescing in absolute madness, Kuanastha amiably responded to all the insanity. Make no mistake, her lustful grapple onto her sister, that passionate kiss that let practically liquid discord seep into her blood, and the subsequent self-mutilation were legitimate actions the true Kuanastha took without regret. But, simultaneously, another side of her in essence found all that occurred distasteful, and the surface of her being drowning in pleasure. Even being groped by Mana was both enjoyed yet contemptuous to the Visera Demonio. That very self-conflicted series of emotions, practically held in perpetuity regardless of mental state, was one of the reasons it truly took something such as the likes of the embodiment of Lunacy and Discord, a Danava of the concept, to successfully tip Kuanastha to a state of instability, surpassing her checks and balances previously put in place.

Though, the mention of a bit of incestual "fuckin' on the moon rock" wasn't something the hybrid could abide by on the surface nor within her true heart. Even in all her past lives up until now, Kuanastha was still actually a virgin, and while insanity was all about breaking boundaries, she wasn't intent on giving that to her sister of all people. It wasn't even a matter of forbidden lust, as Kuanastha wouldn't have the slightest issue crossing that line; it was more along the lines of personal morals. And, while yes the only thing that could get her to betray those morals were the requests of her sisters, this one wasn't exactly...

"Yes! To Illinois, Mana! To make-out, make kisses, and--!! Oh... No, not--not that, sister. That's a bit much. BUT LET MY BEAUTY SHIIIIINE!"

Kuanastha's words were a clear attempt to quickly gloss over that one part as casually as possible, but the awkward feeling constricting her chest made the attempt shakier than anticipated. Nevertheless, the topic--hopefully--was to be averted, and their journey would go on! And, alongside Mana, Kuanastha's own voices would manifest and join the choir of millions in their childish cackles. It was at this time, the hybrid finally put forth some questions to catch up with her dearly beloved.

"Dearest Mana, it's been nearly two years since I've last seen you; how has it been? I've found my time has been mostly spent with Inami, and, well maybe I acted a tad hasty in my departure."

Along her reunion with Mana was the slightest feeling of regret in leaving. She truly did find it taxing on her spirit to act on her sister's behalf, but the fault still fell upon Kuanastha herself, and her inability to say "no" even once. But, was that really worth leaving her family? It hadn't been very long, not even a year, but with how high in regards she held her family, even those few months she found herself overexerting. Did her internal conflicts precede her family? Never.

"Have things been well? It's honestly so grand that the world's gains in entropy and chaos have sky-rocketed--I couldn't be more pleased, but I am also aware of the reasoning. Even those beings of impossible power are being felled, and I can't help but worry at times... I've even heard that something happened with Neoveta?"

The extent of Kuanastha's knowledge was just that Neoveta had died, and that Mana could inform her on the circumstances, but any talk of a loved one departing was hard on a person, even when their sanity had taken a quick turn downward. Which is why Kuanastha couldn't help but feel some hesitation in these words; it was with a tinge of pain that she asked, wondering what her sisters response might be, a little scared, and a little hopeful.






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