JERICHO: INTO THE BREAK OF DAWN (DC City Boy / Worm)

[Anansi]

Canberra, Australia.
24th February 2011.

[The Simurgh]

Ziz, Simurgh, Ulama, Israfel, and the Third of the Endbringers. These are titles given to her by the inferior host species of this planet, that did nothing to justify who she really is: [CONFLICT_ENGINE_03/COORDINATOR]

As the name suggest, she is the master planner of her brethrens, bestowed by her [MOTHER/EDEN] with the power to see into virtually every branches of the future ahead of her, along with additional ones like the ability to copy technological schematics belonging to every shards for her own end, the gift of matter manipulation, and of course, her personal favourite: trillions of years worth of experience in psychological warfare.

Which she, as usual, is planning to use against these feeble primates who dared considered themselves divine, when really, they are just nothing more than a bunch of small little guppies in the grand scheme of things.

'Typical little guppies' she thought to herself. If it hadn't for her inorganic nature, she would've smirked as she slowly descent towards the city below. 'Go ahead then. Show how strong and brave you are, against I, Coordinator, the harbinger of hope's end.'

Then, she begin her song, and the battle begins.

Oh, these "humans". They never gets old with their acts of bravado and their iron-gripped holds on hope, a concept which she had proven, time and time again, to be a fool's errand. Nothing short than a mass coping mechanism that which she gladly disrupted yet again.

Take that one host, for example. The one who titled himself as Magnus. Chosen host of [MAGNETISM], a shard specialized in magnetism in all forms, was an idealist who is also a blurry mirror of [HIGH_PRIEST]'s host, Eidolon, in terms of his addiction to the belief that maybe, just maybe, that if he and his fellow morons hit her and her two awakened brethrens hard enough, then the road to victory is more than guaranteed.

What. A. Fool

So now there he is, charging up his homemade railgun before using it against her well-made barriers made out of buildings and vehicles. Not that it concerns her, for thanks to her precognition, she had staged a domino effect that not only cause his own railgun to malfunction and explode right to his face, but with the building he's standing on being a firework store, well....let's just say that nobody will ever look at the 4th of July the same way ever again.

Anyway, to put it into summary, it was obvious as to who is the winner of this battle. Most of the hosts are all but have their live scattered into the wind, her song manages to infect some of them, and now, before she make her leave, she decides to look into the future once again in order to plan out yet another despair-inducing—
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No.

No..

[NO!]

What happens to her precognition?! It was fine then but now, it's blank!?!?

[DENIAL]

[ANALYZING ISSUE WITHIN FUTURE CALCULATION SOFTWARE]

[ERROR: FUTURE CALCULATION SOFTWARE IS SEVERELY DAMAGED. REPAIRMENT VIA {SHAPER}, ×{THINKER}× OR ×{WARRIOR}× IS REQUIRED]

[PANIC/CONFUSION/ANGER/QUERY?]

[IDENTIFYING THE CAUSE OF THE FOLLOWING ISSUE]

[WARNING: UNKNOWN ABERRATION WITHIN THE CONFLICT ENGINE HUB IS DETECTED]

[WARNING: UNKNOWN ABERRATION HIJACKS {CONFLICT_ENGINE_05/FORTIFIER} AND HAVE TAKEN FULL ADMINISTRATION OF IT]

[WARNING: UNKNOWN ABERRATION ASSIMILATES {CONFLICT_ENGINE_05/FORTIFIER} AND IS NOW IN PROGRESS OF SKTH3KSO4IWLVEIEK-------------------:]

Oh, by Zion.

This is bad.

She had to warn her creator.

She had to sound the alarm–

Suddenly, every thoughts that ran through her mind, or at least, the closest thing she gets to it, are instantly silenced by a presence of an unknown energy emitting from the north of this city. She turns her head towards where the energy is emitting, all the host's fighting against stops what they were doing and follow suits upon noticing her strange behavior.

What she saw was frightening.

Standing in the north lives a giant 23 feet tall camel spider made out of the very city itself. Buildings, roads, bridges, you named it! It is as if the city have had enough of her bullshit and decides to take matters into their own hand, and it shows. It really shows how tired they are of the latter when you look into the spider's two piercing eyes, staring down at the winged homewrecker. Then, to the shocks of many, it talks.

<INTRUDER_COORDINATOR>

<YOU HAVE BEEN SOWING ENOUGH DESPAIR UPON OUR WORLD SINCE THE DAY YOU FIRST ARRIVED AT LAUSANNE'S DOORSTEP, AND NOW, YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO LAY YOUR FILTHY STEP UPON MY VERY BEING?! PATHETIC!!>

<LEAVE ME AND THEM ALONE!! CALL OFF YOUR SONG FROM THEIR MINDS AND MAKE HASTE FROM OUR WORLD, OR FACE THE CONSEQUENCES!>

'Face. The. Consequences....' In a speed akin to that of sound, her mood went from being afraid to being absolutely PISSED at this sheer act of defiance against her.

[INDIGNATION/REFUSAL]

[DEMAND: IDENTITY]

Natural selection must have been feeling very delightful at this turn of event because just a few seconds before she make her first move, a spike appears below her and stabbed through and into her core.

Then, the spike begins to grow out branches from itself, and all of them sprouts out of her like a cordycep fungus. No word can do justice to describe how AGONIZING the process is. For the first and last time in her life as a conflict engine, she finally begin to experience how it's like to feel as if every single drop of hope within her soul disappears one by one, just as she had done to many host throughout her as the Hope Killer.

Just a few seconds before she died, The Simurgh, with her remaining strength, succeeds in hearing out the identity of her adversary.

<MY NAME IS CANBERRA, OH RUINOUS MANIPULATOR. MAY YOU NEVER KNOW PEACE IN YOUR NEXT LIFE, IF THERE IS EVEN ONE FOR YOU. NOW, TO OBLIVION YOU GO!>

And thus, the end of the Simurgh's tale. All the hands of Canberra, and the one who awakens them...
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Author's Note: Australia's the Florida of Oceania. Enough said.​

 

[JohnWolfie34]

R.I.P Simmy, no one will miss ye.