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- Draml
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Dec 24 2022 3:29 pm
With a hissing the cryocapsule slowly opens and coughing the Asgard Scientist named Draml stumbles out of it. The light hurts, breathing hurts. Robotic arms start moving out from the walls gripping him and slowly lift him into his mobile throne. Draml moves towards a nearby terminal acessing the knowlwdge atored in it. The result is shocking. Many thrones of old friends and partners lie barren or destroyed, the Universe lies changed, new discoveries made. It has clearly been too long of a sleep.
But on a finer glance the same patterns of old are visible. Several of the friends of old still flourishing on their thrones, dominating countless planets. The same cycles of war and preparation for war. So many people still left alove. So many possible experiments to be had.
Everything has changed, but in truth nothing has.
Coughing Draml opens the doors to the outside. As the light burns the still sensitive eyes, the throne moves outside to reveal the view on the planet under which Draml had slept.
"It is time to take over this primitive planet im on. It is time to be a god.
Once more"
- Draml
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Sep 17 2023 8:37 am
Hissing the doors opened, followed by a large floating silvery Throne adorned with countless technological marvels. Weapon systems, displays and sensors of all kinds threw light on the dark shadow sitting in this machinery, a small deformed Asgard. A not to scary view to the unknowing, were there not the dark smile and the malicious glowing eyes. Draml, member of the Shadow Council, God of Billions, Master over Life and Death was happy.
After the actions of irrelevant opponents Lord Trueasgards and with him Lord Orion and the other Gods of the Council had raised up their fleets and went burning through the galaxy, eliminating all enemies of the Council who would dare show themselves. And War was always good. So many soldiers and civilians could be found to experiment on. Thus countless freighters, both ones serving Draml and the other Gods of the Shadow Council, had landed on the Planet officially named Nodussecdus 1225. Those inhabitants of it who are still capable of thought usually just call it Hell. Once a desert World with temperatures barely survivable for most species, now it was just a barren Rock, for all Sand had been removed from the planet to not contaminate the experiments. For this was, what Hell was. The Place where Draml tested all things science. Coughing, crying, dying lay tens of thousands of soldiers in the Bioweapon sector. Each dying of countless newly designed formulas. Not far of it lay the Field of Re-education. Here the subjects where tortured and then Brainwashed repeatedly to test limits of different forms of Brainwashing. Naturally this was in close partnership with the Inner Department which specialized in finding evernew methods of Torture and Interrogation Methods. Draml had ignored these sections today and had entered the largest of them all, a Black Building with no Name and no indication of its purpose. A short glance at the monitors of the entrance showed another Planet Trueasgards forces had conquered. More Test Subjects could be gathered from there for sure. Then he rotated away and the doors closed behind him
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