347The Gamer Effect
Chapter 72
Bazerker
Hey guys there is something very important located at the bottom of this chapter, please read it when you have finished with this chapter. Once again i cant explain how thankful i am for all f you for reading this story and for helping it grow as fast and as far as it has.
After awakening from his slumber, Bazerker was delighted to find project Obelisk had been completed. He had quickly punched in his current coordinates into the Obelisk' guidance systems and was currently awaiting for its arrival through hyperspace. He was actually over-joyed that Obelisk was going to be in use again, he had shelved its use after the complete and utter destruction of the ork WAAGH! that had plagued the championship back in the day. The actual date was a bit fuzzy for him to recall, having spent most of the event in a homicidal blood rage against the greenskins, enemy commanders, and any poor schmuck that happened to catch his attention at the time.
The Ork players had been forcefully brought together by a commander by the name of Groggutz Eadbiter through a possess of mental conditioning, head smashing, and general screaming that made Groggutz so infamous. The rumor at the time was he was very dedicated to the part of being the warboss, but later investigation revield that he truly believed that he was an ork and that he had to burn the galaxy to please his fictional gods Gork and Mork. He almost managed to achieve the first step of this plan by burning down most of human space, at least 63% was torched and orkified. Before the Dark Lord Magnus took pity on the noobies, Groggutz would stalk the newest of commanders before conditioning them to his liking and using there forces to bolster his own. It was this practice that eventually offended the veteran commanders, who looked down on using the noobies as cannon fodder, and actually forced them to band together to stall the green tide from expanding any further.
Looking back, he remembered when the warboss decided to attack his territory, weather it was for resources or just for the challenge of attacking one of the top five players, he didn't know. All he knew was that the overfiend was attacking His stuff, and that wouldn't be tolerated in the slightest. so he had countered the opposing force and driven them out. He had demolished any and all orks that invaded that which was his. usually this would be enough to most commanders...not the orks. Bazerker's brow furrowed in annoyed remembrance, they had actually been emboldened by the challenge, flinging more dakka, ships, fleets, and even their own bodies at his troops in order to burn down his section of the galaxy. The orks loved it. They screamed with joy and reviled in the chaos and destruction bringing the conquered additions with them to form the largest fighting force ever seen in all of human history to his doorstep, screaming there battle cry at the top of their lungs while they did so.
One day, Bazerker had snapped. ' It had been a long time coming really,' he mused, 'My counter attacks had been steadily growing in brutality, from fission to fusion, and all matters of annihilation included." the carpet bomming of plasma had been a personal favorite. so he decided to create an Omega Weapon. The be all and end all of destruction, a weapon so great that it would be whispered about in the gilded halls of history for all time. He created the Obelisk. A massive, duel barrel, space borne cannon, twelve miles in diameter, and over fifty miles miles in length. It was pushed along by massive giga ton thrusters, boosters, and adjusters, and fired from the monsterous maw were two of the most dangerous and horrifying spaceborne objects ever know to man kind, Gravatars and magnatars respectively.
Gravatars were neutron stars that had such a exponentially huge gravitational pull, that nothing short of a black hole could compare to its power hold on reality. The same could be said to magatars, only dealing with such a massive ammount of magnetic energy that starships would ripped apart just by being in the neighboring star system. These cosmic forces were powerful beyond reckoning, and no commander could ever harness their power, until he discovered the secret. using an experimental demensional shift device, Bazerker had been able to remove the cosmic titans hold on his plane of existence, but still retained enough of a presence that he could manipulate them himself. Once fired, the two neuton stars would shoot away at light speeds, exiting the range of the experimental device, and would collide with each other with enough force to blow off 0.5% of the Galaxy! Suddenly the orks weren't having fun anymore again and again they were wiped out from their respawn zones, the repeated 'deaths actually managed to break the conditioning of the captured commanders, who then proceeded or abandon Groggutz, who in turn, rage quit the respawn system and was promptly vaporized by an exploding power cell.
Bazerker didn't want any chances of someone repeating this utter insanity so he had hacked the records of the Grand Championship itself along with the forums and deleted all knowledge of Groggutz and the Obelisk. They were both forgotten as the championship continued after the captured commanders began to rebuild the galaxy as some form of penitence for the damage they had done, most the decided to reside in the newly created noob zone, helping Lord Magnus monitor the zone for any sign of the next Groggutz EadBiter. Over time, Bazerker had altered his Omega weapon, he had added more barrels, increasing the number to eight-teen, reinforced the hell out of it, and shelved the design on his personal terminal, to only be used and tested on ork and ork-like opponents. Said opponents had only appeared recently: the cuttleships.
Bazerker wasn't entirely sure what would happen when he fired the new obelisk, to be on the safe side he had already created a new body and a new respawn point loaded with every single iota of information he had ever found/discovered/stolen in a small chamber competely encased in three miles of super dense metal shields composed of steel, adimantium, tungsten, and titanium. that same chamber was built on the opposite end of the galaxy, a few hundred miles into dark space. He may have gone slightly insane over the years, but he wasn't stupid, he was going to win the grand championship and be the very best like no one ever was!
Hours later the obelisk had arrived, its presence alone brought the entire battle to a screeching halt for a few precious seconds before resuming. The cuttleships, every last one made a seemingly desperate charge toward the obelisk, trying to destroy his greatest creation. the commanders fighting in the Wall blocked most of the slag rounds, and what remaining that managed to get through were turned to ash by the Tau shields. I commanded my mechanical beast to power up its main cannons, a small notification alerted me that my beautiful Obelisk was charging. My remaining ships were then ordered to fire every weapon they have until the barrels melted into slag at the cuttleships. "This was it," I realized, " this is what my whole life has been leading too!" a small notification alerted me that my obelisk was fully charged. I opened a channel to every ship engaged in combat with the cuttleships, the sheer joy of my creation and the memories it brought back influenced my words, " HEAR ME ORKOIDS! I AM BAZERKER! LORD AND MASTER OF THE GOLDEN ARMY, THE GILDED TYRANT HIMSELF! I AM YOUR END,YOU ANNIHILATOR! LOOK UPON ME AND DESPAIR!"
I fired the obelisk, all nine gravatars and magnatars were jettisoned towards the Wall and collided. There was a white flash that was quickly sucked up into a hole of maddening colors and shapes. All ships were sucked into this anomaly, including my own,even though they tried to fight it. I saw the ships of terrans and protoss colliding and explode before they disappeared entirely, ships sent by the Stormlord were almost sucessful in escaping if they hadn't been grabbed by the capital Cuttleships they had been fighting against. Not even my own ship was able to avoid being sucked in. My final thought before I entered the swirling madness, " I have erred." Blackness overtook me.
All across this plane of existence, the hole in reality expanded so quickly none could do anything about it. all of existence was devoured. The Stormlord and his necrons, the Master and his Deleks, no one was spared. Whatever remnants of the citadel races that saw the approaching madness, who can guess what they saw, maybe some form of horror of the unknown, did they feel anything? Maybe they even felt some form of hope that it was their chosen deity(s) coming to save them. they too were swallowed as well. The milky way galaxy had been absorbed. The Andromeda Galaxy followed soon after, then another and another. soon galaxies were being pulled in by the ten, then the thousands, then the billions. All that ever had been and ever would be was pulled into this abominable pit... But was it the end? No... It was only the beginning.
Hey everyone this is the end of the gamer effect. But not the end of the story, you see i will have a new story to post in the up coming weeks that I have had floating around in my head for months now. but before we get to that i have to let you know something. I first created this story to prove to a collage friend that humanity, when given such awesome power, wouldn't become the darkest of dark beings, that they wouldn't become demons,or chaotically evil as he put it. And I am happy to say that we all passed! each and everyone of you proved to his that if we had these powers, we wouldn't become absolute barbarians who would consider themselves to be gods or go completely Nazi on all of existence. While admittedly things did get pretty dark in the beginning, that was mostly my own fault and getting to far into the character I had created. So all in all I want to say thank you for restoring my faith in humanity, and for all the effort you have put into this beautiful collection. I will see you guys next time in the up and coming story : "Gamers in Multiverse...WTF-"