Dawn of the Fourth Sunday

Dawn of the Fourth Sunday:
TRANSMIT - initiate the endless signal - RECEIVE - initiate quantum immortality codex - LOADING - many world interface - REBUILDING - apocalyptic cadence - you don't get it there are no hero’s, mankind is doomed - WITNESS - Dawn of the fourth Sunday.
What is time to us, we stand outside, everything is happening, everything has happened and everything will happen. We also see the things that may have been, the path of all of the bullets that missed you and all of the versions of you that intercepted them, both literal and metaphorical. There is sweet wisdom to be had in tracing the temporal trajectory of these bullets sweetling, -recalibrating temporal trajectory- we arrive at a junction in time, the Oncoming storm and the God slayer battle for the soul of humanity on a distant world. You have heard this story before sweetling, you saw Connar Green, push Nicodemus into the black hole at the heart of the galaxy but did you see how close the victory was? Had the god slayer stood his ground, he would have remained outside of the event horizon and Connar Green would have had no energy to fight back. Come sweetling, follow us as we watch the bullet you dodged.
          On a distant world, Connar Green raises his sword for the final attack he rushes forward and prepares to strike, he hesitates for a fraction of a second, the hammer find his head. The Oncoming storms head shatters in shards of bone and anima, the fragments of his soul pulled in to your galaxy's core, the god slayer is victorious. He feels no joy though sweetling, those dendrites died long ago, he returns to the tower and stabilizes the rift, the skies over Tokyo fill with stars, another breach opens at the base of Orochi tower, and a smile spreads across the god's slayers face. Connar Greens allies look on in horror as they realize what has happened, though they are drained from their fight they charge the god slayer, and one by one they fall. We are entangled with anima sweetling, we feel the shattering of your skulls and hear your quantum scream as your anima is scattered across the universe. The field is cleared of human opponents, the god slayer turns his attention to the Wolves, the sons of Mai Tuk are fearsome opponents but they are inexperienced and easily dispatched, Mai Tuk himself fights the longest of any who dare face the god slayer, he fights not just for Smiling Crow but now for Connar Green, for Kenzie Sterling, for Blaise Varedin, for Kate Michaels, for Helios Munin, for Lula DeValora, for all the sweetlings he has lost…but it is no use, as the rift widens, the god slayer grows more powerful and ultimately our puppy falls too.
The skies of Japan continue to darken, perpetual night begins to fall. It cannot be hidden any longer, the governments of the world begin to panic. The Templar grand masters assemble to devise a plan of action. The Templar rally to push back the darkness, The grand masters gather for a speech before the great counteroffensive begins, A storm gathers over temple hall sweetling, rain begins to fall. Before a single word can be uttered, a sword is planted in the speakers back, brother turns on brother as the grand masters are slaughtered, a rift in the sky opens overhead, ancient barriers crumble as sacred oaths are broken, the god slayer enters temple hall, the traitors kneel as he passes them, they have waited decades for this sweetling. In the courtyard before the corrupted face of the affixed god, Nicodemus sentences the faces of the new Templar to die as their forefathers did. Beneath the tentacle eyes of the corrupted god, the Templar grand masters burn, a similar scene takes place all across Europe, as the rift in the sky grows city begin to devolve into chaos as zero point pathogen spreads through tainted food. In the Chaos Third Sunday begins to remake the world in their image.
The rift spreads over the ocean, the thermal vents where the sea keeps its carnivorous secrets go cold, and the terrors of the deep are forced to find new hunting grounds. The east coast of North America is the first to fall sweetling, any city that touches the sea is at risk, the military of the US is able to hide them at first, but soon find themselves overwhelmed. The children of the eye whisper arcane secrets into their ears from their bunkers inland, here the committee of 300 debate how best to push back the invaders. Since the rift first appeared the ambitious have attempted several hostile takeovers, but none of have them succeeded…until now. They did not see him sweetling, they thought of him as a relic from another age, they did not know he was playing the long game. An ally of the god slayer, a sinister mind hidden behind a kindly smile, he lured them to his castle, and while they debated he opened a gateway to the stars. He who must not be named was called back to earth, the committee is driven mad, only the gates master remains sane, and it is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of the living god sweetling. The new world falls in much the same way as the old, hidden evils begin reshaping the world as the fourth age crumbles. We cannot see exactly what becomes of the new world sweetling, the one who must not be named obscures our vision.
The Dragon thrives in chaos sweetling, the novice would think that now would be their time, but the wise know that the end times are not truly chaotic. Chaos is entropy sweetling and only in a closed system does entropy rise, what has befallen your world has opened it to the wider universe, entropy begins to decrease as the fourth age crumbles, the Dragon is dying. High in the Himalayas, the last of the mute monks plan to push back the darkness, they have saved many nifty keen artifacts from throughout the ages sweetling, locked them away in vaults in hidden deep within the mountains. These vaults are known as Entropy Engines, they are the dragon’s life boat, the ace hidden up their sleeve. But as with the children of the eye, they do not suspect the traitors in their ranks. The oldest among the monks, grins for the first time in years, he opens his mouth with a black dagger, the power from the words that burst forth is enough to shatter the mountains, the earth opens, and the vaults are lost, the Dragon dies, beneath an avalanche of falling earth as the old monk cackles. The last hope for the world dies in the Himalayas.
-Enabling temporal acceleration- the cities of man slowly die, new orders are established in their ruins, blood worship dominates what remains of the fourth age, the subtlety used by the illuminati  used to dominate the world has been replaced with brutality and a strict class system. The weak are fed to the nightmares that now dominate the earth, as are all who question the way of things. Sacrifices are made to the corrupted god, captured soldiers from neighboring cities, criminals and the disobedient are all fed to the flames to power the wards that protect what little of civilization remains. Temple Hall now serves as the center of power sweetling, but it is not the hall you remember, where once there stood a fountain now stands a statue of the god slayer, Templar in black uniforms watching refugees enter their city, as traitors are hung from the city walls. The new world has divided into a thousand kingdoms at war with one another, many worshiping at the feet of the god of the shepherds. Those who have no Kingdome struggle to survive, the terrors you kept in check now freely roam the world, eating whom and what they please. Asia has fared no better, Samael and what is left of Orochi sit in their tower among the ruins of Tokyo sulking over all that could have been. On the mainland the Oni have purged the land of humans and began to build their own cities, there are periodic skirmishes between the remaining Orochi and the Oni but overall the new neighbors learn to live in relative peace.
That is not to say there are none who resist sweetling, while the Jin took great pleasure in man’s fall, they care for their new neighbors even less. They periodically raise the Oni’s cities or strike at the walls of the god slayers cities.
There are even a few remnants of the old society’s sweetling, they have lost their anima but they still fight, they wander the wastes helping where they can. These are strange times sweetling with stranger heroes, we see the greatest of them all among the ruins of Tokyo. In a crumbling parking garage an aging woman clad in a old black coat watches Oni through the scope of her sniper rifle, herding a family into a slave camp. She picks them off in quick succession, before riding to the families rescue, she has done this for years sweetling, a master hunter forged by the death of the fourth age and to think, she was once little more than a librarian. But it does not last sweetling, the end of the fourth age is not yet complete, your kind no longer watches the stars as they once did, they do not see the cosmic teeth clamping down on your sun, they do not see the gravitational tongue wrapping itself around your star, and you only noticed that your world has been consumed when it's finally too late, the universe collapses around you, a singularity is created and destabilized and the 5th age begins.
This is the path of the bullet you dodged sweetling, a temporal wave function that never collapsed, a reality that will never be. But the bullet dance goes on sweetling, how many more will you be able to dodge?