Remi-chan's Writing Snippets~

[Remi-chan]

I have written up more boss intros!



And hey hey, I did some epic voice acting reels with music to share what this might sound like!

[Remi-chan]

Play the following while reading for optimal potential enjoyment.

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A magnum opus. A clock without equal. A watch designed to measure time is always a countdown to a time doomed. Her ears a metronome to hear heaven’s hymn. Eyes the final vision of her master. She reached out to infinity null meaning. Only an Esoteric Infinite is here. Chaos is forever. Order but a transitory product of fearful sapient fools. Frivolous, failed, forgotten. Her master Erwin a figment of the past. Visions of his face once clear, eroded by the stains of time. Endlessly would she witness calamity, countless crusades upon the calculated gatekeeper of locks. All in vain, ever in vain. Futility given ferocity. She cared not, she aided and abetted none. Problems not hers to ponder, oversights not hers to observe. Qualms not hers to question.

Well beyond the imagining of her maker, the rise of chaos began with the chaos element. Time unalloyed by principle- it would stretch from beginning to end, for it had no choice- there is no choice. Chaos is eternal, omipresent, both everywhere and everywhen, yet nowhere and nowhen somehow at once. All there suddenly, yet nowhere to be seen. Observed one moment, then gone the next. Time nor space were rules she had to play by, so long as eyes watched not her next move, she knew not rules. A game of cat and mouse where she would play both roles. Her own boss, her own master, yet she wished him back, he would never return.

The powers of an Embodiment, a ridiculous gun given weight by her own magnitude. A bio-mechanical clock built from the time of Eden, now a permanent fixture on the cosmic weave, inescapable, untraceable and untamed. No longer part of a project, nor a slave to the whims of the onlooker, she is nothing less than the very makers of all she lords over.

The Embodiment of Chaos. The Twins don't understand her, they don't want to. She is an enigma yet an open book at once, a timepiece that tells of a time uncharted. Doomed scrawlings distort around her like an unsettling aura- cadence without clarity. The epoch of an eternal everlasting ephemeral epitaph.

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