User blog:Hakaishin Aro/Random Concepts and Ideas

The 1.1 version of my first chapter's unfinished draft. It's about a multiversal FGO, of course one of the worlds affected will also be MGE. All input is welcome as long as it serve constructive criticism.

Humanity's Darkest Hour, when it finally happened no one was ready for it. Humanity and all of it achievements simply ceased to be, crumbling away into oblivion. Armageddon, Ragnarok, End of days... all those names seemed fitting suddenly, as confused, terrified people watched everything around them simply turning into dust, breaking down on a subatomic level. It wasn't just people, vehicles, buildings, roads... Each and every part, each aspect of Human civilization seemed to be affected.

It all happened fast, and before the world figured what was happening it was all over. People run  in every direction, fear was nearly palpable, but it was all invane, there was nowhere to run. In mere minutes every presence of an inteligent life, a civilization had vanished into oblivion. A shuddering silence was the only thing left in the night which seemed several shades darker as Humanity's light ceased to be. It was the most silen't, darkest night in thousands of years.

Months had passed from that day, boring and uneventful for most of the inhabitants of the last strongold of Humanity, an outpost in Antarctica named like the organization it belong to, Chaldea. Day by day, week by week until several months passed in an eerie tranquility. Yet for one man, every day, every hour, every second of sitting on his ass doing nothing was an insult to his Honor, his Duty and his Oath.

A lone survivor from another world, another Earth, caught in a series of events out of his control. And now, here he was, stuck in a place far from home dwelling over the past both recent and distant, surrounded by people who themselves were in similar circumstances.

The organization for preservation of the Humankind, Chaldea has seemingly failed in its duty to protect Humanity. Out of approximately seven and a half billion people living on the blue and green speck there were only around 100 or less still alive, all of them now inhabited the outpost, a rather small complex of buildings on the frozen continent. Their only consolation, the number of survivors, estimated by the organization's executives would have been 2-3 times smaller, had the mysterious man never appeared there.

Considering his own Earth had more or less the same number of Humans dwelling on its surface, these people could consider themselves lucky, at least that's how the man, the sole survivor of an entire world felt.

None of the 'Chaldeans' knew what exactly went wrong, what could have happened that made their world the focal point from where everything started. The only data they managed to get before all their readings were compromised by the Event didn't made sense.

The telemetry, 3D and holomodels along all kinds of simulations all shown an enormous, unquantifiable amount of energy converging into one spot. Once it reached critical point, it burst, exactly in the moment the first singularity appaered. On a computer recreated simulation, it looked like a compressed star exploded, dividing itself, fractioning into smaller parts, shooting in all directions, even trough the planet itself. It looked like a myriad of bright dots flying into every direction leaving a trail of light behind. The whole phenomenon lasted a couple of seconds, and the streaking dots, looking like fast moving fireflies in the simulation, vanished simultaneously, as suddenly as it all happened.

The various tracking instruments that were trailing the odd happening all failed to record what transpired as the dots of energy disappaered, either signaling they were unable to track their target or it being out of reach or lost. That wasn't a mistake or a malfunction, the reason was the streaking energy, transiting where none of the Caldea's instruments could reach, a variety of different alternate realities.

Obviously, at the time when the anomaly occured they didn't knew all that. They only come to that conclusion with what the survivor from the other Earth told them and later calibrating their instruments with newly aquired knowledge taken into account. From their cumulative knowledge they could piece together the approximate course of events leading to more than just the Chaldea protected Earth being dragged into this mess.

The other Earth's only survivor, a man going by the name Andrej Horvat told them all he knew about what had happened before his appearance into their facility, accompanied by several servants no less. Several days after the first singularity on Chaldea's Earth appeared and the very attack at the outpost the higherups decided it is the best time for a meeting. The newly arrived Andrej Horvat and another young man, Fujimaru Ritsuka, said to be The last Master, had been invited to attend said meeting. There Andrej explained them how it all happened from his perspective.

"It was a relatively normal day." He started his recount leaning into the comfy meeting chair and bringing his hands together.

"At least as normal as you can get, since where I come from, all these things," Andrej motioned around, alluding at Magecraft, Servants and such, for him supernatural fenomenons if asked only a couple of days ago. "They shouldn't exist."

"In any case, it was a regular day in my world, I was fishing in the bay a minute walk from home, squids specifically." He told the gathered, earning an amused chuckle from Dr Romani, a bewildered stare from the boy, Ritsuka and a rather angry glare from the director of Chaldea's operations, Olga Marie Asmleit Animusphere.

Apparently not fazed by their reactions, he continued with his story. "It was my way of clearing my mind after a rather bad breakup with my now dead former girlfriend. Actually it was the first weekend after the breakup, Saturday if I'm not mistaken." He told them.

But right before he was about to utter the next word the man from another world was interrupted quite rudely by the silver haired director who herself sported a rather irritated look on her face, even twitching from anger. With her shaking fist that was balled tightly in anger she started to yell.

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This is a new little snippet, props to whoever tells what is the location I used for the scene. Enjoy! The Gorgon Island Andrej Horvat woke up on a small sandy beach. Groggily looking around he managed to sit on the whithe sand of the beach imersed in thought.

'What the hell happened...'He thought, holding his pounding head with both hands.

As he was thinking, trying to recall where he was and what happend, a light breeze carried a particular scent, one that brought calm to his mind and a small smile on his lips. It was  the smell of the sea. it reminded him of home, his world, now a planet devoid of life.

He frowned at the thought remembering what happened mere minutes ago. He was fighting an entity of great power. He wasn't alone, he recalled fighting alongside his allies, his friends. They were slowly turning the tables onto their foe who in desperation resorted to a selfdestructing attack in hope to take him and his friends down with him. He recalled his effort to shield his companions before everything was engulfed in a luminous, endless whiteness.

He bolted onto his feet disregarding the intense, throbbing pain in his head as his gaze darted around in search of the people he cared for.

'Jeanne, Aoi, Ritsuka...' He thought in growing desperation as he searched, yet he found none of them.

He was all alone in this place, seemingly an island. Uphill from the seashore, he could clearly see buildings, pillars and statues made by someone or something more advanced than the dozens of seagulls around him. It appeared they were the only living things in this place beside him.

He started to walk in the direction of the structures. In his slow paced walk being still in a dazed state, he observed his surroundings, noting the constructions were undubtedly of ancient Greek design, yet they seemed way too new built. He reached nearly the top of the small path when a piercing scream interrupted his thoughts about the situation. The scream was unmisteakinglly one of a young girl what's worst it was coming from his current destination, the structures further inland.

'What was that? It sounded like a young girl's scream. Should I proceed?' He thought.

'I should scout that area, but I should stay hidden... I'll use these pillars and statues as my cover.' He formed his plan and swiftly reached a low wall on top of the gentle hill he was ascending, immediatelly taking cover behind it.

Once again there was a scream this time he was sure tit belonged to a young girl so he decided to peek over his cover in search for answers. It didn't took him more of a few seconds to find the source of the commotion. Two young girls in white frilly dresses were restrained  by a group of about a dozen or so of men wearing what it looked like ancient battlewear armed with swords and spears.

'Dammit! What should I do now?' He thought angrily diving behind his cover as a man from the apparently hostile group below turned towards his position.

Crawling along the wall, hidden by it from the view of the hostile group of people Andrej mused on his next course of action.

'Should I intervene... I'm at a great disadvantage here. I'm outnumbered with no knowledge on who these brutes are, their intentions, how powerful they are or even their numbers. My only advantage is they seem to be unaware of my presence on this island.'

Thinking about what to do he reached his targeted destination, the section of the wall with a decorative pillar on top, a spot on the left of his previous position, slightly more elevated. What made this position a better observation post of the drama unfolding below was the fact it offered better visual on the courtyard where it was taking place and the entrance of what he assumed was the main building.

He gave the area below another quick glance, making a quick headcount of the hostiles, mentaly mapping the area for any vantage point, blind spot and all possible places where more of the hostiles could possibly pop up from on a quick notice.

I wrote this piece down with this theme  playing in the maze of my mindscape, reverberating  from it structure leading it towards the exit, my typing fingers. I'm slowly building up on what my spark of inspiration brought to life.

Gilgamesh laughed like a man possessed. It was a laugh of a man who had nothing more to loose. He managed to muster enough strength to lean onto the wall that surrounded the von Einzberns mansion. However he wasn't able to stand up. Guess even having the pride of the King of Heroes had its limits after all. The mighty King of Babylon, the First Hero, met his match in this man from the Beyond, the one casualy standing in front of him watching in silence the King's struggle.

This mongrel, no, this Warrior, He simply stood there, watching, observing. Motionless and expresionless, not a hint of arrogance or malice in His eyes, nor pity or remorse. No, what adorned His features was a composure of a man with confidence unparalleled, a true Warrior.

"Hahaha!" He laughed despite the pain, He would not go out sniveling, such was not His nature, it wasn't befitting of His many titles. Despite His own golden armor, bent and broken in more places that was possible to count, was bringing him pain as it kept poking and rubbing his wounds inflicted by the man standing defiantly in His oppositon.

Such a strong existence this man was, nothing short of majestic as He held eye contact with the Mighty Babylonian. He laughed a deranged but empty laugh, yet dared not to break eye contact with the one that bested Him.

His 'borrowed' Master was laying unconscious not too far away, sprawled unceremoniously onto the once beautiful patch of roses one of those 'maids', no doubt the little Doll's attendants cherished so much. His pants were wet from his own urine. The mongrel who had the audacity to think he could give Him, the King of Heroes orders, was toyed with, in most saddistic of ways ever seen, even by His eyes. It seemes the weakling brat pissed himself in a pathetic display he put for the people around, the Warrior's precious friends watching from the sidelines, as he desperatelly begged for his miserable existence. People that one could not say were even there, as the once beautiful garden now laid in ruins, entombed in what seemed to be the very Silence itself, one occasionally broken only by his fanatical laughter.

Gilgamesh however, as proud as ever, refused to show anything but pride in his last moments on the planet he thought as nothing more than his playground, his garden. A place were Him and Him alone had the right to grow and shape as he sees fit.

"Hurry and stand up!" This mighty presence, the Warrior from the Beyond spoke to him in a tone holding not a single emotion, his arms crossed neatly over his chest, standing there as casually as one would not usually do in His presence, let alone saying it directed to His person.

Yet, this man would allow the King to die as a man, as a King and as a Hero, with His honor intact. It was almost infuriating to think about it.

"So, this is how it ends?" The king spoke his tone unusualy week and frail, more than he would like it to be speaking to a rival of such strength.

"So be it..." He accepted it, somehow, deep down, the King of Heroes was grateful, what more, at ease in what appeared to be his end of days. Perhaps was the pain, or perhaps the fact this man was an unstoppable force of nature, but Gilgamesh slid upward using the wall as a mean to get on his feet. In all likellihood, the King of Heroes felt great pride in knowing that it took someone of this warrior's caliber to take Him down.

The great Gilgamesh, ruler of Babylon remembered the rumors that started spreading not long after the Fourth Grail War. He was quick to dismiss them in the past, attributing them to nothing but exagerations and hyperbole of people seeing what wasn't there when their lives were on the line. How could He believe such rumors to be true, when  He, the Great Gilgamesh wasn't able to clearly see it for Himself.

However on the eve of the Fifth war, the rumors were starting to increase, even He Himself was able to catch onto some details, fragmented informations, be it from conversations held or heared and events that were transpiring all over the town called Fuyuki. Even if still sceptical, he toyed with wahat he learned, turning, twisting and connecting the info at his disposal, all for the slight possibility those rumors might be real.

And so, with newfound resolution, The King spoke, gaze locked with the Warrior's own.

"Does the little Doll knows?" He diverted his piercing gaze away, not to hide his fear, because there wasn't any in his heart, but to see the small statured girl, the construct looking far too frail for this world of monsters such as the Warrior and Himself.

"...Who... 'her Aniki' is..." he stopped wincing from pain as he used all his remaining might to push his body upwards, to stand proudly as a King of His reputation should do, in what would be His last moments of His rebirth into the world, not as a shadow, but a King He once was.

"Does... she knows what kind of person the One she treasures as her precious 'older brother' is?" He spoke the question as his pride filled gaze pressured the small girl as if a mountain was placed atop of her shoulders. He kept eye contact with 'her' for a few short instances, with Her, an existence most Humans would chase as far from them as possible, a Fake Human, an Imitation. Yet once his gaze returned to the warrior's cold, emotionless one, he could see, He could feel the Beyonder's unquestioned loyalty towards It, towards Her. He felt the Warrior's feelings, His love for Her as if She was His sibling, His own flash and blood, his conviction never falthering, not even for a single instant.

A few tense seconds past, when the Warrior decided to break the silence calling Her name,

"Illyasviel!"

The tone in His voice shifted, even so slightly, resembling that of a lecturing older brother rather than an unfeeling warrior, honed and shaped trough the unbearable, everconsuming heat of countless of battles he soared trough. A single word from his mouth held that tone, Her name.

As the one from Beyond continued, his tone, as cold and unyelding as the very winds of the north returned, almost as it didn't left in the first place. The King welcomed it, as it seemed fitting.

"Listen closely," The mighty presence told as if commanding for everyone's attention, as it was imposing itself over the will of the very world he stood upon.

"I am a Man from a World far away..." The warrior continued with a small pause in His speech.

"...In my pursuit for vengeance, I had lost myself..." His tone never changing, his short moments of respite may have looked as a crumbling resolve to most men, but not Him, not to the King, for he knew the short moment of respite was meant for Her.

"...I killed many who were deserving... And many who were not." He said bluntly and to the point knowing save for the King of Heroes and the unconscious pisspants, only his innermost circle of trusted people, his Family, of which excluding the ones that passed, as well as those that are not on this world in this very moment were all witnessing the scene unfolding in front of them.

Each of them was sporting a face expressing varied states of shock and disbelief, save for three, and even them were taken aback by the sudden reveal, not expecting such turn of events. The one from Beyond felt they will understand and accept it when he told them... They all knew he used to quote all sorts of popular media, when he lacked better words to express himself, however that might have ended up lost in this instance, as the Truth of it all far outshone everything else.

"What I came here to do... What I wanted to take away from you...all of you, it's a shame I'll be carrying wherever the river known as Life will carry me." He spoke, deciding to reveal the honest, uncensored and unbiased truth, without embelishments or futile excuses. He owed that much to this people, to Her, His little sister, to Illyasviel.

"I came to this world for the sole purpose of feeding off  of it's energy, completely draining it in the process, along with many others very similar to this one." The Warrior from Beyond felt as if He was allowed to lay down the heavy burden called Truth off his shoulders.

"I learened about your Holy Grail and a way to connect to the Cosmic Knowledge Repository, one of the many similar manifestations of cosmic meta data being kept into a single spot, so to speak, outside of the spacetime web of all the universes connected to such repository." The mighty Warrior spoke, trying to say His mind in a way everyone standing around Him, listening to His story, would understand. Repeating Himself to speak about this matter was not an option.

He felt His previous burden being swapped with one much, mich heavier, a combined burden of guilt, shame, remorse, unworthiness. Even the King of Heroes listened intently, His slight smirk, formed when He asked that one question, turned into a neutral expression despite the many bruises on His face, testament of the mighty clash between two incredible powers.

"Your multiversal region know it as the Root, Akasha."

Gilgamesh was no fool by any mean and was able to connect the dots from very few pieces of information available to Him. It was His trumpcard, and the King of Heroes just played His hand.

However, upon hearing the one from Beyond's story, He Himself was left mindblown at what the warrior spoke about. More than one Akasha, countless clusters of multiverses, beings stronger than even Him who so easily bested the Great King. He knew it to be the truth, as the Warrior would never lie to the little Doll and their merry band, not about something of this magnitude.

"The Root is not easily accessed, even for the likes of me. In my prime I could probably pull it off, however, in my quest for retribution, the very cosmos, all of them, decided to put a stop to my act of selfishness and crafted a mechanism to end my existence for good." The warrior said, a pang of guilt for his deeds in his body language wasn't left unnoticed by anyone there. They all stood in silence, paying close attention at what was being said by the Warrior.

"Now, that I think of it clearheaded, the thoughts of vengeance not being the only thing guiding me in their all consuming path of carnage it inevitably leaves behind, I can only think of it as..." He paused as if searching for the right word,

"...Cosmic Justice." He said as a light smile formed on His lips, not one of mockery or spite, but a genuine one, showing He really thought what He was saying, showing His growing hatred towards himself and His deeds, His willingness to trample over the weak in the name of His cause.

"And what would be the more fitting way to end a Monster than to pit him against another monster?...It's even kind of poetic, in a twisted, morbid way." He chuckled, making a joke at his own expense despite the seriousness of the situation and even more serious reality, hidden, sealed deep within him, at least for the time being.

"Anđele, čuvaru mili," 

A small boy was recitng an old prayer his aunt tought him. He was currently running for his life. A man, no a MONSTER is coming after him, slowly, without a worry, playing with him like a cat with a mouse.

"Svojom snagom me zakrili,"

He continued on bravely, despite the loss of his younger sister, hit by a car that missed him by a hair, he run as fast as his short legs allowed him, despite the burning sensation in his lungs and the unsettling feeling of doom in his pounding heart.

"Prema Božjem obećanju,"

He went on, despite his hopes diminishing with each step the pursuer made, as he was steadily gaining ground.

"Čuvaj mene noću, danju."

Trapped, he tried to run up a steep  grass covered slope. The slippery deathtrap made him loose his balance for a moment and he slid back down the slope, right in front of the 'scary man'.

This was it, this was how it ends. The shock prevented him to close his eyes as he was able to take a good glimpse at the pursuers visage, slightly scaly cheeks and neck, sharp teeth and intimidating eyes with a slitted pupil.

The vile creature hissed and growled, a cruel smirk never leaving its face. It behaved as it took great pleasure in terrorizing this young boy in his last moments. The ugly man's visage sported a vicious grin as he was about to bring its clawed hand onto the boy, but right in that fated moment a true miracle occured.

An Angel from Heaven itself descended, armed with a fiery sword. It swift, elegant descent were nothing short of majestic and aweinspiring The boy, taking a huge sigh of relief watched his saivior with a big smile  as it's white wings glistened into the sunlight as it charged the evildoer. With a blinding flash of light and a thunderus crack the agressor's and protector's swords collided.

The Guardian's golden hair fluttered and danced in the wind as the fiery sword exploded in sparks with every collision with the evil man's blade, dark as the pit he crawled from and enveloped in a layer of black mist.

Here you go another little teaser

"Now's your chance!!!" screamed the young Hinezumi hovering right above a volcano that was seconds from errupting.

Her two sisters confirmed loudly "RIGHT!", as they vanished popping on and off all over the island, teleporting animals and humans away.

The earth down beneath the Hinezumi's  flying form shook one last time, full of determination the young girl responded to the planet itself, enveloping herself into a coat of intense, furious flames.

She then flew into the crater itself, to hopefully bottleneck the magma before it leaks out. Right as she disappeared below the mountaintop  it exploded with a devastating force forcing upwards tens of tons of superheated magma, the light speed surpassing reaction and subsequent movement of her arm, open palm facing the incoming inferno where the testament of the young mouse girl's prowess.

It seemed she was engulfed by hell itself yet no lava was passing far away behind the spot where she hovered moments ago. It seemed as if stopped by an enormus wall of raw power. The Hinezumi was consuming the the flames, no the heat itself, as even the molten rock and various minerals, in their superheated liquid state were converted into energy and cabsorbed by the young girl, circulating the excess into few points she knew no one would get hurt around.

"SUPER BURNING COAT" she screamed as he donned the light blueish variant, burning as hot as a blue giant. Her signature technique, meant to finaly defeat her old man in a spar. (Much more spinach, young lady...)

A young Kappa, a bit younger than her Hinezumi sister teleported to a massive, long necked quadrupedal creature that was trying to get as much distance from the firespitting maw of Gaia herself, even if the chances were zero, primal instinct prevailed and so it ran, desperatly.

She smiled and patted the creature, "Let's get you away, big girl." then the space which the massive beast and tiny little girl occupied suddenly got swapped with thin air, as both disappeared.

Guess which island it is hehe?