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Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
..............
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen
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Today was too long. It began with all those being teleported to another world, burning from fires made by demonic creatures, and covered in the ashes of those who were unfortunate to be caught in the blaze. They wondered the streets in fear and desperation, confused, isolated from their homes, and desperately seeking a way to escape the city they were entrapped in, and the planet that was now being picked apart like vultures nabbing at a corpse. When all seemed to start going their way, yet another danger was sent their way, a tidal wave of invisible light, as strange reflections of shattering glass that went up for miles and miles, reaching beyond the planet's atmosphere, hit them with a thousand cuts across their bodies. Yet no signs of blood or injury, like it had never existed in the first place. A ripple effect from the universe itself, falling to pieces, with the planet entering its final hours. Earthquakes destroyed what remained, and the star holding together the solar system began to expand outward, dying in impossible speeds. It was only thanks to two men, calling themselves The Doctors, that most managed to escape the carnage.... Almost all. Some were left behind, unable to be found again, before the planet was engulfed in one final fire. The ship they were transported on, the TARDIS, quickly tried to escape to another planet, but every star within the galaxy was dying, eating away at all life that remained in tact. A bold move was made. Overdrive the TARDIS' systems, in hopes it could transport them away from the universe, as going back in time would do them no good, and the blast would kill them if they stayed. Both ships managed the impossible, and landed in two separate universes. One in the medieval ages of magic and monsters, another in the mystery of alien life. Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
..............
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen
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Both TARDIS' could contact each other, and both realized someone had brought them to that planet, either to be killed, or be imprisoned. They were all important people in their worlds, and one man claimed he had fought something that may have been behind this. Robotic soldiers, killing his men back on his home world, just before he was transported to the destroyed city. They needed to find each other and group up, to figure out a plan, and collect all information they knew they had. Getting to each universe they were in, however, would certainly destroyed the TARDIS if they tried again. So for now, they could only explore the worlds they were now trapped on. The alien planet offered the group dangers of a fearsome army, strange being wearing red and black armor, speaking gibberish, while commanding hideous creatures with unique abilities. Giant snakes that could spit out poison, and humanoid beings that controlled psyonic energy. They had met more who were traveled from different worlds, one from within this universe, but as they tried to find a way off the planet, these 'ADVENT,' as they were called, entrapped them in a tower. Their commander taunting them over radio for their incompetence. But luck remained by their side, even now, as before the enemy troops could capture or kill them, a flash of neon green light blinded them. The same one that had brought them to the previous worlds before.
For a short few seconds, they would feel like falling from a plane, before landing on ground yet again. Though, in the case of the Scottish soldier from a distant future, his landing was a bit more painful. "AHHHHHHHH!!!!" He screamed, falling from a considerable height. His upper back hit against the edge of a large piece of ice, the size of a house, and while his spin didn't crack in half, it felt like it. His body rotated around, and his face hit the snowy ground hard. In pain, he groaned out, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhg..." It was the best he could do, winded from the landing, and feeling paralyzed. His barely held together armor did nothing to protect it. With dried blood along the right side of his face, a large cut above the eye, covered in dust, and feeling more bruised than a Boxer going 10 rounds with Muhammad Ali, he simply stayed there, face feeling the cold, before footsteps made his senses come back. They closed in on him, and when they stopped, hands pushed his body over so his face was staring at the sky. "Alec!" A French voice shouted, cupping his head and trying to make the Scotsman look at him. "..... Thibaud?" Alec's voice barely croaked out, just managing to focus on the older French soldier. With his eyes barely open, and mouth opened halfway, the only thing Alec could ask was, ".... Did I die yet?"
The Frenchman chuckled slightly and looked around, taking in the scenery. It was yet again a great departure from the former two planets they were on.
Wasn't as friendly looking as Requiem though. "I doubt dying here would be a good grave." He commented, helping Alec up by wrapping his arm around the Frenchman's shoulders, and lifting Alec up to his feet. His moaned in pain, and Thibaud did his best to not hurt Alec any more than he already was. When he could finally look around to see where they were, Alec started to look more awake. "How the fuck......... ooooooooooooooAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!" He shouted in aggravation, facepalming when he realized what happened. "I'M SICK OF BEING TELEPORTED!"
The Frenchman nodded his head to the side. "I'm enjoying it." It wasn't like he was having a bad experience. Everyone else was, but he was enjoying the strangeness of it all. Better than the hell-earth they were on before. Before Alec could complain more, something made the ground shake behind them. A creature had emerged from one of the holes lined up across the rocky shelves of the cliffs nearby, and when they both turned around, they were faced with what came out of it.
A bullymong. It roared right at them, and began to charge. "You wouldn't happen to have a gun still, would you?" Alec asked; both men slowly backing up. "Nope!" Thibaud replied, turning both of them around to start running. Their speed was hampered by Alec's immobility, and the creature was much faster than them. "Shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit!"
