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10000netherworlds2012-06-06 02:39 pm
badassfreakingoverlord) wrote in 10000netherworlds2012-06-06 02:39 pm
STORY: The Anniversary
There is, of course, more than one universe. In one such world, in the corner of a backwater galaxy, humans rule over a senseless planet. However, that's about as important as a speck of dust in this pluralistic cosmos. Here in the Netherworld, things work the same way.
To suggest that 10,000 Netherworlds existed was folly. Why would it be such a nice round number? What about people who worked in base 9 or 11? That number would just be arbitrary for them! When people said “10,000 Netherworlds”, really they were just saying ‘a lot of Netherworlds’.
Some were horrible places of fire and lava. Some were technological marvels, others feudal backwaters. Some were simply planets slowly changing. Some were hells. Some were kind of nice.
In one of the strongest and proudest Netherworlds, a certain Overlord was throwing an anniversary party for himself – the 34,500th anniversary of first becoming an Overlord. Large banners decorated the castle and the towns near it. Resident Prinnies had worked overtime (even for Prinnies!) for weeks to get the food, and the finest demonic chefs had been hired to cook it. Yes, the theme of this party was egregious self-aggrandizement, as anyone should expect from Lord Zetta himself.
But hey: the food was good, the music was all right, and the company was… decent?
To suggest that 10,000 Netherworlds existed was folly. Why would it be such a nice round number? What about people who worked in base 9 or 11? That number would just be arbitrary for them! When people said “10,000 Netherworlds”, really they were just saying ‘a lot of Netherworlds’.
Some were horrible places of fire and lava. Some were technological marvels, others feudal backwaters. Some were simply planets slowly changing. Some were hells. Some were kind of nice.
In one of the strongest and proudest Netherworlds, a certain Overlord was throwing an anniversary party for himself – the 34,500th anniversary of first becoming an Overlord. Large banners decorated the castle and the towns near it. Resident Prinnies had worked overtime (even for Prinnies!) for weeks to get the food, and the finest demonic chefs had been hired to cook it. Yes, the theme of this party was egregious self-aggrandizement, as anyone should expect from Lord Zetta himself.
But hey: the food was good, the music was all right, and the company was… decent?
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(It helps to be an alien without modesty, nipples, or indeed any external genitalia.)
"Greetings, Overlord," she saluted him. "Happy Anniversary. Sorry if I'm underdressed, I figured it would be - ha! - infernally hot in here."
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"Am I late? Figured I get here early. Gotta see who else shows up to this shindig."