1 person narration by MOF:
I’m Man of Forever but for some reason everyone calls me MOF. I do think it’s rather catchy but that’s not what we are here for. I’m here to tell a story. But due to how Comicvine’s (CV or Vine) Role Playing Games (RPG or RP) usually turns out, my memory fades often around the climax of each major event. So bare with me. After my “Awakening” My mind was going throw many changes. I don’t know if you have tried to read an entire RPG story, but imagine all of those long posts being played out in your mind simultaneously while you try to fight a group of super powered people. It really starts to take a toll. After trying to stay involved in multiple stories, this gift… more like a curse at the time, was eating away at my mind. I was trying my hardest to stay in control but after the Vine Civil War and the end of my team, Tenth Magnitude, I couldn’t handle it anymore. There were rumors circulating that I had gone insane. And even though I hate to admit it... it was true. I was crazy. So this is the real story of what went on during that time when I was in a questionable state. The sons of the Dark Prince, TM, the Shattered Skulls, whatever you want to call us. It all starts there…
MOF walks up to the door of the TM HQ and a hologram of woman was projected. It was B.E.T.H. the teams AI system.
“Welcome back ztz Man of Forever ztz I kept the building secure ztz will you were out ztz.”
“I’m sure you did. But the war is over now and things will revert back to normal. So you don’t need all the guns out front… and why are we still talking? Let me in!”
“Of course sir ztz.”
The hologram disappears and the door swings open. Ducking so he doesn’t hit his head, the Balance Keeper walks into the building’s main lobby. Even though it housed multiple super beings it was still a cooperate building. It was clean and not to flashy. Just how a hotel lobby would look. The first thing he sees is the group picture of the original ten who formed the team. He was in the picture but whenever he looked at it, it made him sick to his stomach. All but three of the originals had quit after a few years of it starting. Even though he was maybe the only one who paid any attention to it and knew its history, he was to prideful to take it down.
His cloak, paints and armor were covered in dust, mud and blood. The war started off petty and MOF didn’t have to do much. But the final push of both sides made him get involved. He only fought to make sure neither side would fall under the force of the other. They charged at each other in the most basic of was. Two groups going head on with people in the sky and people on land. The clash was deadly and MOF had his work cut out for him. He tried his hardest to make sure he didn’t take a life and didn’t tip the balance himself. Even though the RPG Awareness was helping him keep track of everything it also made his head want to explode.
He takes his time walking up the steps. His body wasn’t sore and he wasn’t physically exhausted but he was mentally worn out. Dragging his heavy armored boots he finally reaches his quarters. He doesn’t turn the door knob like usual, instead he pushes on the door and it becomes something like plasma. Not completely liquid but not completely solid. He walks throw it with out the door losing its form. As soon as all of the Blue Giant was through the door it restored itself to solid. MOF sets his sights on his bed. He never uses it but each bedroom in the TM building came standard with a bed, a closet, a computer desk, a rolly chair, and a bathroom.
He plops on the edge of the bed and lets out a huge sigh. His hands placed on the bed’s comforter and his head dropped so low that it looked like he didn’t know how to use his neck muscles. He sighs again and uses his left hand to pull his hair back and out of his face. He reaches down and starts to unfasten his boots. After both are off, he tosses them over by the closet. In a very non caring manor he slips his gauntlets off and drops the on the floor. He pauses for another time as if taking off his clothes was the hardest thing ever. He lifts his armor chest plate and his cloak comes off at the same time.
He places the black piece of metal on the other side of the bed. He stands up and takes his belt off which holds the handle to his sword. He tosses it on the bed as well. He walks into his bathroom and takes his pants off and takes a shower. After a few minutes he is back out and dry with what it seams is a brand new pair of red pants. But all he did was uses his matter manipulation to clear off the grimy parts and patch up any tares. He isn’t wearing any shoes or shirt. And he walks out his room and downstairs.
At that time no body was really active on the team except me and Siphon so the house was always quiet…
While the Man of Forever walks down the steps Siphon walks up the steps.
That’s was the extent of their conversation because MOF knew that Siphon was even more tired then he was. The Glowing Champion walks to the lounge room and sits in the middle of the couch in front of the TV. It was a large plasma screen TV and MOF hardly watched it. He grabs the remote and turns it on. 4 smaller screen where on the TV. Each playing a different channel. MOF learns fast now ever since he met the Weak One in the middle ages. He only watches “educational” television such as things like: History channel, Discovery channel, Animal channel, and the world news.
B.E.T.H. appears again. MOF hated the hologram mainly cause she was always was popping up saying things he already knew.
“Ztz Man of Forever, ztz you have received a message ztz.”
“Well patch it through…!”
What the message said was no less surprising and devastating… but I’m glad I got it...