'What you just said there, sir Michaelson, was it true?' Randall had inquired, intrigued by how the story sounds just as similar to his life encounters, 'Well, if you heard me the first time, and if you look at the state of my condition, you would understand there are no fallacies in what I just said, I once was, and still am, the avatar of "the One Who Made Light and Dark", truth be told, I have been on edge for his arrival for the past 50 or so years, in the human world that is, here I am only 35!' he answered calmer than what his dialogue actually proposed, 'Sorry, well, I guess I got carried away by both your age and appearance, it is confusing you see!' Randy clapped back, giving out a broad, awkward giggle, 'Well that ain't no problem, it can seem crazy at times, it is a real handful to experience such a life as this, but everyone has their own thing, I guess' the old veteran replied sincerely.
'Well, I trust you lot enough, after all, you got me back home after I collapsed, therefore you guys are my guests, want anything to drink?' the Stockbroker asked the bunch, 'Nah, we're fine, it has been a long day, just a few hours ago, we were being chased by the Galactic Alliance, after we killed the CEO, Rexus Tyran, the Fairy-tale Maker got us here in only mere seconds, we just need some shut-eye, if that is all right with you of course?' the Miracler replied, the Stockbroker spoke out 'Good call, I will prepare you all a bed each in my guest room, besides you all had a very tough da- ... wait, YOU KILLED THE REXUS TYRAN, THE OWNER OF THE BIGGEST FEDERATION IN THE UNIVERSE, YOU FOOLS ARE ATTRACTING UNWANTED ATTENTION TO THIS PLANET, I ALREADY HA-', 'Relax yourself, we are the greatest bunch in all of the multiverse, the greatest supervillains in the universe!' the Miracler cut in, 'And what may your goal be?, to destroy the entire multiverse, to conquer all of existence, who know what you bastards are after!' the Stockbroker blurted as he got up from the sofa, ready to square up as he once did when he was younger, 'We have come here for the greatest super-zero in the universe, you may know him, the name is SHADE LIGHT', Randy spoke up, the Stockbroker relaxed his shoulders, he put down his hand, and looked at the trio, astonished as he had encountered that name prior, 'I have heard that name before, that is the name of the guy who had his name signed at the bottom of the flier, he killed off the One Who Made Light and Dark, or at least assisted in it', 'Huh, well I guess he would be involved in something such as that, after all, he does have Khanadarkian connections, well rest down old geezer, no need for any aggression here.'
'Pardon me dear Randy, I had no mere idea ye lot were just a bunch of freedom fighters, even I, at the grand old human age of 75, would understand the branded nepotism that Shade Light gets from the Galactic Alliance.
I am also guessing you guys are after the paramilitia-general, Officer Wheeler Jones Sr., he is behind all of this, yes?', 'You are indeed correct, Sir Michaelson', the Miracler replied, 'Well then, let me go gather up the pillows and blankets, you guys need a lot more of a rest than I most certainly do, come, and if you wish, you also may take a bath, even I, a former homeless juvenile wanted for crimes I did not commit, have even my necessities', the travellers then gave a second of thought, for they had not received such hospitality that it seems dreamlike at the very least, and also the fact that he mentioned crimes he did not commit, the Miracler humbly responded, 'Please, if that may be possible for all three of us?', 'Very well then, on my way out, I will run a bath for all three of you, and prepare a set of fresh clothes for the three of you, how is that?', 'Thank you vey much for your hospitality, we are forever in your debt' Randy responded, 'Do not bear sweat, for you are the most humble people I have talked to in the past 75 years of my life, even if 50 years were a waste of the same old activities: Wake up, brush my teeth with a sandstone toothbrush, drink breakfast, maintain the house, go for a small hike- hence I was able to meet you three- drink lunch and supper and go to sleep, all for 50 years, therefore I do not need be owed.'
The conversation went to a brief halt, as the host went to retrieve a couple of blankets, pillows and what not for his guests, the host went aflare to the bathroom to run a bath, for his dear guests of course.
Oh and I forgot to mention how the residence of Michealson came to be, well you see, the house is merely not a house, but a giant igloo made of hardened sand enhanced by water, the igloo is far bigger on the inside than on the outside, for though it looks as if it were only 80 square metres on the outside, inside the sand igloo were a set of 7 rooms:
A giant bathroom, around the size of an ancient Roman public bath, if not slightly smaller, possibly around 100 square metres total, it contained four bathtubs that were enough to run water and bathe simultaneously, the water ran from a single pipeline at the side of each bath, connected to an aqueduct constructed by Mike, to the clear pond to bring fresh, clean and filtered water for the bath, there was also a sink constructed of soot, which was also connected to the pipeline, the tiles were mere sediments of sandstone, though it was clear as a crystal and not at all permeable as expected.
On the inner side of the door, is constructed a mirror made of sandstone, water and lightfoil (a substance which only vassals of the One Who Made Light and Dark can construct, it is an alloy of a metal made of light and the rocks of the moons which broke off and fell down to Galatia), though not of a durable quality, as cracks are a most prominent feature of it, whereas the other side was plain.
The trio had dear indulged themselves into the bath for a good half-hour, with GOLB of course tripping on a fake rubber duck, made up of sand and water, on his way out. On the other side of the bath lays the guest room, nothing too outstanding here, rather, it was plain, for there lay only three beds made of sandstone, the beds were rather boring and sedentary, they were of lame design, all in the shape of a cuboid, though much too uncomfortable for proper rest, there also lay barren windowsill which had not a bit a windowpane. The estimated land area of this bedroom seems to leverage around 50 square metres.
Opposite to the guest room connects the dining room, the kitchen and the main hall, all three as meagre as expected, the dining room had a table made of sandstone, with chairs made up of similar substance in addition to a similar windowsill, though this one seemed of a gothic frame.
The kitchen was much less a kitchen and rather a room full of sandstone pots and utensils laying around a sink of a substance made up of (you guessed it) sandstone!
The hall was not as... interesting as the rest of the rooms, heck the hall itself is the most out of order room of all, for it was just a room with a singular sandstone sofa which was able to fit a multitude of dozen average individuals, it was stiff.
The total combined area of the three rooms seems to leverage around 110 square metres at little.
The room opposite the hall-room was the main bedroom, similar to the guest bedroom, with only a singular sandstone bed constructed in a cuboid shape, however, next to the bed sites a cabinet, one which though made up of sandstone, there lay 4 small drawers and 2 large, vertical drawers which can open up and close just as perfectly and quick as a regular cupboard, however, on longer sides of the outer layer of the cabinet lays two mirrors on each side of the door, made up of the same substance as the bathroom door mirror, however the mirror is aligned in sync when the cabinet is closed together.
Inside each drawer of the cabinet lays different sets of clothes, all arranged in rows in the set order (white, black, red, blue and brown), all which take up the bottom 4 drawers (along with blankets and pillows of the same material), where did Mike get these clothes?, you'll learn eventually, but it most certainly is not made up of sandstone, nor light.
There also lays a hefty sandstone door of an estimated mass of 250 kilogrammes in addition to a square windowsill with not a single pane.
The total area of this room is the practically the same as of the guest room, at 50 square metres.
Finally, the last room which lay in the residence is a "closet", it is rather a basement led down by a flight of a dozen sandstone steps carved out manually, held together by two vertical sandstone pillars and a few locks on the door, however Mike recommends the trio to rather no go into that room for it is a room of which lay items barren, items dear sacred to the heart of Mike, tis a room full of mysteries that even Mike admits he had not entered that room since a dozen years prior (in his extra long conversation he had with the trio a few moments ago).
The area of this room is unknown to anyone including Mike to this day.
Though the "igloo" looks only a mere 80 square metres of land, it seems to be far from the truth, as the estimated area of the residence bar the closet seems to be upwards of 310 square metres, just below four times the estimated size of the igloo.
As for the shape of the igloo, imagine what the hobbit hole from the ("The Hobbit" and "The Lord of the Rings" by the late, great Sir J.R.R Tolkien) was made out of rusty sandstone, however there lay no shrubs nor steps, nor any fancy decors you may see in the luxurious hole, no this is just a barren igloo which seems bigger on the inside than on the outside.
After their bathing session, which lasted no less than a half-hour, then trio dried themselves and put on the change of clothes given to them by their host, all three received a onesie pyjama which was striped blue and white, as well as black slippers, (which not a single one them wore, as they had discipline to not wear any footwear in their homes), the trio walked out of the fumy and humid bathroom in a single file, led by GORP, followed by the Miracler and finally, Randall Soprano.
Once the trio led their way out, they all camped into their uncomfortable beds, if you would like to call those things "beds". They lay silent there for a few minutes, as has been ever since they got out of the shower.
The silence was broken by GORP who slept on the side nearest to the window, who said (or rather blared) 'WHERE IS HOST MICHAELSON?, GORP WANT TO SEE WHERE HE WENT!', to which Randall, sleeping in the middle bed, flipped on his left side to face GORP, 'Well dear old pal, the old man headed to the closet which he told us not to enter, for what purpose, even the Miracler does not know.'
The Miracler spoke 'Well spoken Randy, the Stockbroker, though a former homeless, has even his own level of elegancy, privacy, and mannerly practices, even though he invited us to stay for the night or even longer, therefore we mustn't disrupt his pr-' 'Hush, I believe he is coming back!', the three of them flipped over onto their backsides and pretended to fall asleep, though it seemed far too much acting for even their likes, the heavy room door, also weighing upwards of 250 kilograms creaked open rather fluidly, as if it were made up of cheap plastic.
The host then jeered 'I know the three of you are not asleep, I can clearly tell by the neurons in your brain, which is clearly emitting light, especially in that meagre brain of yours GORP, simply get better at acting.'
'I am guessing you brought the blankets for us?' asked the Miracler, 'Indeed, and not just, for I brought blankets and pillows for all three of you for your slumber, be grateful it ain't a pile of sandstone rocks!' the Stockbroker stated, signifying he was the man of the house.
As he handed each of them their blankets and their pillows, he seemed to have noticed that each of them had a mark on all of their bodies, it seems faint and rather petite, however they all had it on them, on GORP's upper-forehead lay the largest print, though it looked like a small pimple to the rest, on the Miracler's upper left cheek, which almost perfectly blends in with the goggles he wears from time to time, finally, on Randy's right earlobe, the smallest of the mark remains, it was so small, not a single soul seemed to realise what or how dangerous that mark is, for it was the mark of the Galactic Alliance.
He told each one of them of the mark and what it symbolises, to which the Miracler realised how much in danger they were, for the mark is rather not a simple tattoo, but rather a tracker which was placed on them by Rexus Tyran, as dumb as he may look, he lived up to his former reputation of a CEO, corrupt and egoistic.
The Miracler hastily arose from his bed and faced towards all of the three other inhabitants 'We better head out now!', to which the Stockbroker responded 'No you mustn't agitate, for the Fairy-Tale Maker is far greater in all aspects than any meagre Galactic Alliance system of transport, you aren't in much danger at the moment, at their fastest speed, they'd only arrive in just this galaxy in an estimated two days at the very least, therefore you mustn't risk the effort, how about you guys worry about your sleep schedule, you guys haven't had much sleep as I believe over the past two Earth days', 'Past two Earth days?, but it was only but a few hours since we had the encounter with the grand fleet of the Galactic Alliance space marines, how could that be?' questioned Randy.
'Well, it is a bit of a complicated story, therefore if you get confused, I get ya, but anyway, the planet of Earth in both my dimension and this universe equates to a day reaching 24 and ¼ hours, however, time on this planet works much differently, for this was the centre of the known universe, this planet in this point is known as Galatia-' the Stockbroker answered partially, 'Yeah we get that, we want to know how this planet has a different time system than that of Earth?' Randy cut him off impatiently, 'As I was saying before I was rudely cut off, the planet has two moons the size of only the Earth's moon, therefore light is always emitted at most times, and as you can see, my only ability is to conquer and utilise light', the Miracler responded 'But that really does not answer hi-', 'GOSH, DO YOU NOT SEE I AM TRYING TO EXPLAIN HERE?..., pardon me, as I was saying, the power of light allows me to create and destroy, to analyse and to define, anything to do with light, therefore the star you see far in the distance was my very own creation, this means there is light lasting longer than the night, in addition to the massive size of this Galatian planet, that totals up to a total hour count of 48 hours on Earth at the bare minimum, however, due to the amount of light, time passes much quicker to the outer celestial bodies than the planet itself, this means that since you guys arrived on this planet, 38 hours have passed on Earth!'
Only the Miracler understood what the old geezer was yapping about, as both Randy and GORP had not a single clue of what he meant by all that, nonetheless, he orchestrated the trio to try get as much rest as they could, in case of any emergencies.
All three tucked themselves into bed for a good-night sleep.
After 30 minutes of flopping around GORP fell asleep, after another half-hour, Randy too entered the dream realm of slumber, for he hadn't slept for the longest out of the trio,
he had been awake well before he met the other two, around upwards 96 hours ago.
The Miracler struggled to fall asleep, 1 hour passed, 2 hours passed, 3 hours passed, not a single minute of sleep crossed his mind.
As the hours passed, he grew even more alert of his surroundings, not that there was anything impressive about them.
Eventually, the Miracler got up to utilise the restroom. As the Miracler washed his hand in the washbasin, connecting to the bath water pipe, he glanced outside the plain window, and saw whisks of embers burning along with sparks of flames, and realised there was a fire outside the igloo!
Without any reluctance or hesitation, he ran outside to put the fire out, however, as he dashed past the many rooms, sandstone sculptures (which were of great architecture) and fire-lamps, and flung out through the front door like an action movie star, he noticed that the house was not on fire, in fact, the fire was not even near the residence at all. Within the fire submerged lumps of sandstone, heaped in piles to give consistency, and above that, hung on a sandstone spit above the fire was a pot made of sandstone.
Within the sandstone pot was a gallon of clear pond water, now placed above boiling point temperature, and as the Miracler neared the fire, Mike sprang from behind the igloo, with another pot full of clear, clean water from the same pond, as he neared the fire, he scared the Miracler to near death 'Oh my, oh my, even at late hours such as this, you are still awoken, what may the matter be, cannot get to sleep, dear boy?'
The Miracler was reluctant at first to respond, but was obliged to open up 'I actually cannot get any sleep, based on the nightmares that haunt round me all the night long', Mike sighed, and then gestured for him to sit down with him near the fire, 'So tell me about these nightmares that haunt you all night long, it may be better if I know of it first than do your kinsman know of it, don't you think?-' the Stockbroker said in a caring manner to his newfound companion, '-For I have much of similar experiences with godly powers than the others, hence don't hesitate with me, got it young man', 'Well, it has only occurred to me twice, one time while I was asleep, and the other while I was awoke and swell, ever since the unfortunate end to Rexus Tyran at the hands of my own, I have had the same thought as always, 'Why did I do it?', I realise that I was not conscious whilst the end of the fight neared, but truly was it that it was an act of immorality, even for a supervillain, to kill so mercilessly and without remorse, you see, though I have killed a few bunch in my past, I had never dared kill a person who has more so asked mercy from myself, yet I don't know why the Oracler let out the most deadliest of lasers out onto someone so pathetic, even after he tried to annihilate us bunch, was it really a necessity?'
The old man tried his best to comfort his new companion, unbeknownst to him, who, what and how the Oracler came to be, only that he regrets putting an end to the CEO so willingly, 'There, there, we know of how dangerous the Galactic Alliance is to the rest of the known universe, and we know of how powerful these bloody criminals are, and worst of all, there are a possible infinite multitude of these lot, give or take the amount of universes there exists, we all know that, though taking out Rexus, even at his worst was most definitely foolish, 'twas most certainly necessary for the balance of this universe', the Stockbroker then took a breather, as he needed to change both the pot on the spit, and the fire, for it was dying out.
The old man pulled up the hefty gallon of water off the sandstone spit, and placed the boiling pot down carefully onto the soft, fluid-like sand. Next, he put out the old fire with his foot, as it was dying down into little sparks.
Before restarting the fire, the old man walked towards the second pot of pond-water, which was placed behind the logs of sandstone the two were sitting on, however, he needn't do any hardship of lifting the pot, for the Miracler husked up the pot effortlessly with one hand, thrusting it onto the spit as if it were child-play, and he did a good job in doing so, for not a single millilitre of water was spilt, even the Stockbroker was marvelled by how powerful this young talent was, 'Great showing there young lad, even at my peak, one hand would be much of a challenge without a drop wasted, let alone at that speed, precision or steadiness!'
'Oh this, this is mere feeble work for me, I could lift tree-logs heavier than this at a much younger age, and right now, I am merely 25 biologically, this is nowhere near my most powerful, trust me!' the Miracler boasted, before bowing down to the Stockbroker for his gratitude.
At last, the Stockbroker warned the Miracler to step back, whom followed as instructed, old Mike raised both of his hands above his head in great dominance, then swiped it down in a crossed position, with his left hand near his right hip and his right near his left hip, pointed towards the lumber of sandstone, and with a great howl, the flames burst from below the lumber and spit, the flames enveloped all the bundle of sandstone.
The heat of even the smallest of flames could be heard and felt from a dozen miles away, so much so as when the flames erupted, both GORP and Randy, who were both fast asleep in the realm of dreams, awoke unwillingly and fell out of their sandstone beds with a loud *THUD*
Even the Miracler, who got far away from the spit, just two metres ahead of Mike fell backwards in shock and for a brief moment, fear, 'HEY, YOU OLD FART, DON'T YOU DARE PULL A TRICK LIKE THAT ON ME AGAIN!' the Miracler yelled in protest, the old man let out a loud laugh from the bottom of his lungs, 'AHAHAHAHAHAH- you-haha.... really... got scared, hehe' he tried to word out, letting out wheezes that sound like a raspy pterodactyl's cough.
Suddenly both GORP and Randy hauled out of the great hall in unit time in fear, believing that were being ambushed by the Galactic Alliance once more, both screamed in fear, 'MIRACLER, OLD GEEZER, RUN TO THE FAIRY-TALE MAKER!' Randy blared, before being dumbfounded by the what they were seeing in front of them, 'You guys better explain to me the reason behind the blast that awoke me and GORP, or I will send you both to sleep in return, permanently!' Randy threatened, the Miracler sighed and explained the situation to the both of them, whilst Mike went inside to fetch three sandstone mugs for the four of them to drink from, (three regular sized, and one extra-large mug to be precise), and walked out the igloo shaped home with them to give a fill of pond-water to each.
As he walked out the home and neared the trio, he filled a mug of water, now cooled after awhile, for each of the gang and himself, which basically drained out all of the water from within the first pot.
He then handed each a mug of water, to which to his surprise, the men chugged down without a second's thought.
The trio then gained strength and power, 2, 4,10, 40, 100 times the power they had prior, for all the hours of lost sleep, they gained back days of rest in just a split second, for all the hundred wounds that were inflicted upon their bodies, thousands of healings and grace was placed upon them, for every nutrient missing in their body, whether it be carbohydrates, protein, fats, minerals and vitamins, a thousand more replaced them. For once the trio, even after years of trauma they all went through, felt assured by the presence of Mike Michaelson, and of course by his hospitality, that they were in safe hands.
And then they all settled around the fire, all satisfied by the great warmth of the beautiful flames at their centre, as they all had not had such a peaceful moment in a while, they felt that it was a necessity to enjoy the time they had here as much as they could, for they had a rough journey ahead of them.
The four of them couldn't help but take another serving of the crystal pondwater of Galatia, for it was mouthwatering just to think of such delicacies elsewhere, even for being just water from another planet.
Mike pulled down the second pot from the spit, and filled within each mug, a full serving of just below a ¼ gallon, with GORP's mug filling up just above ¼ gallon of pondwater.
Again, the four of them chugged down every millilitre, leaving not a single drop behind. After their second serving, the four began to laugh and tell stories around the campfire, about their bizarre adventures throughout whatever lifetime they lived, first beginning off with (ironically) GORP.
Half of the crap GORP talked about made no sense, even after whatever accidental brain-lobotomy that Rexus Tyran gave him, to give an account in what this obscure Aldebaran creature said, this is what he spoke out (in third-person, with the vocabulary of a regular human being, as to not confuse the general public):
GORP spoke of his encounter with the former CEO of the Galactic Alliance, Rexus Tyran, and his one-on-one brawl with the dinosaur-halfling, GORP spoke of how he got sent several stories of the many-hundred story building to his nigh-doom, yet on how he managed to stay alive, even the Stockbroker was amazed on how he succeeded in such a task as this, he then told of how he gained his ability to communicate in the main business-language of Earthlings, English.
The remainder was feeble work from there on out, as he chucked milk bottles at the hostile half-breed, and covering him in lactose, he then took the ruse as the attacker, and landed several mobile hits on the CEO, breaking his face and teeth along with the rest of his reason to live. He then went onto (poorly) explain to Mike on how and what the Miracler came to be in the closing moments of the altercation, the aspect of a deity himself, the Oracler. He even more poorly explained what the Oracler did to both the former Galactic Alliance headquarters, and how he gained the ability to do anything within the constructs of the universe itself within a short period of time, giving the example of his ability to make himself and other float and walk on the air willingly.
Finally, he explained (this time a bit better) on how the Oracler healed Rexus with a spell in the tongue of early-Modern/ Old Aldebaran, and then how the Oracler burned Rexus down to a crisp.
However he hadn't mentioned the involvement of the Fairy-Tale Maker, nay of their arrival, nor departure of the Galactic Alliance, which caused huge confusion among Mike, and even the other two comrades of his, hence why I refer to his account as a poor description of the events that took place.
Mike was left in shock by what he just heard, more so from GORP's incapability to explain basic events, but also from the sheer power that these three possess, for these three freeloaders, not only infiltrated the Galactic Alliance's main headquarters, but also managed to wiped out both the CEO of the corporation, and the headquarters itself, to which the old man merely said 'My, my, to think that I have three of the most powerful people in the known universe sitting around a spitfire with me, let alone accepting accommodation, drinking along with me, and even saving my life, no money, nor resources, nor anything that can be used as an asset, can take away from the joy I get from hanging around with my newfound friends, in the place that I call my home', and for mere instant, they all let out the happiest of chuckles.
'My turn, my turn!' Randy, without the slightest of hesitance, his carefree attitude scared both the Miracler and the Stockbroker out of their hard log seats, and here were his words as followed:
'Gold and oden I was, young and carefree I wished my universe was, however it was not so. To begin off, yes, I am of mixed race, yes both my parents are aliens from different planets, after the Earth of that universe was burned to a crisp due to, well... nuclear warfare (this was but of course a fallacy), but now on-topic, the planets of Venus and Mars developed an alliance, and somewhere in between that, I was born to Lunar refugees who survived the warfare and developed a near Type-1 Civilisation on the moon, I was a rebel, but not of a serious kind, my parents were, wanted refugees of a sort, so obviously, prejudice was a side-effect, however that wouldn't last very long, for reasons I have no idea of, the two planets were decimated to ashes by the Galactic Alliance of that universe, was a stretch to say that even if we had time to prepare, we would causing ourselves more harm than good to ourselves.'
'And how were you able to survive the cold vacuum of space, dear Randall?' questioned Mike, 'Oh but is that a great question, very well, I survived the coldest vacuum of space by miraculously landing on the same lunar moon, I was saved from freezing climates because of a someone who was dear specialty to me, now just a mere ghoul of the past, Shade Light, though my worst enemy, I owe him quite a bit of respect for saving my life, he put me in the ship which I own right here, the Fairy-Tale Maker, he claimed that he was out at lookout to keep watch of the universes in the multiverse, which I believed was just bullocks, but obviously, since I had no place to lounge, I had to tag along with him in that Tardis-like structure, which, to my surprise, traversed throughout the multiverse at ease, in just a millisecond, we shot past 43 entire universes, though I doubt that it wasn't just raw travel and instead teleportation, and voila, there was the Whirlpool Galaxy of this universe.
'He brought me to his 'home planet', which was just a pseudonym for a planet he conquered and demolished to his will, the planet was barren, bar water, trees and fish, it was just himself and his pet husky Chiko, which I adopted after his departure of the planet.'
'Departure, you say as if he told you he was leaving, if my guess is correct?', 'That is not true, however, he did train me in the ways of hunting and combat for a good five years, in addition to my 17 years of age, so I was able to survive', 'And what of the dog?' Mike asked, 'Chiko was not so lucky, the dog could merely move after a few days of no nutrition, I wanted to put him down instead of prolonging his suffering however I couldn't bear do such an atrocity, so I had to watch as he coughed down to a skeleton, and after I had lost the last thing I loved, I only had two simple goal, to kill Shade Light, and to override the evil organisation that put me in this predicament, even if it costs my life in doing so.'
'And so it was you that was flying the ship into my domain?' Mike asked politely, 'Yes, as I was on aboard to say, the only thing that could help me to even get in a universal radius of Shade Light was the one thing that he left for me, the FTM, and the only way for me to override the Galactic Alliance, was to be apart of the GA from another universe, so I joined, became a volunteer in the soup kitchen industry, and was appointed to planet Earth in the Milky Way Galaxy. My final gig was at the island-nation of Azardiz in the hidden, and also last continent on Earth, Zorofil, I had no customers that day, so I just decided to close up early, knowing that I might get fired, when I heard a loud thud on the hanging steps of the FTM, finally, a customer, a large one at my guesses, however, what I didn't expect was that the one who knocked, was GORP, before I could muster up the courage to confront him, I was chopped at the side of my neck, and was knocked down, and that is how I met these two voyagers!' Randy concluded, wrapping up his story.
'Wow, that was as adventurous as GORP's story, yet much harder to comprehend, to go through such trauma, I sympathise with you-' Mike said, '-I had lost everything in the past, yet at the moment, I have you three, and that is all that matters.'
'It is mere feeble work compared to what you had to go through, at least I started off humble, unlike thineself whom had a rocky life from the very beginning!' Randy had retaliated back to the native.
Now that Randy had gone, it was only the Miracler left to tell his story on his behalf, 'And you, Miracler, what about yourself, what do you have to tell all of us, of your story that may interest all of us?' the Stockbroker leaned on the Miracler's attitude, 'Heavy pass', the Miracler muttered under his breath, 'What was that you had stated, dear Miracler?' Mike had spoken back, 'I would rather not speak of the encounters of the past, and I have to be of honesty here, even if I was required to speak of my past, I would not budge, it is not of my certain interests to speak of my past life, and though I do have some ups in my life, I wish to not describe any of those portions, therefore it is out of my best interests to not speak of it any further, and I don't mean any harm nor offence to you, Mike, and even to you, Randy.'
'If that may be your wish, then be it so, for even though it would help me to connect with you further, it is not much a necessity for now, however, if anything is bugging you, don't fret to approach me, for I am old enough to understand, and it will be great if you would open up, but that is not the choice of mine, only of your choice.'
'Well, you know my story already, it isn't much too important here as a campfire story', but Randy asked back 'And yet how did you end up homeless, how did you end up meeting the daily ends even in such a predicament?', 'Well it's simple really, I was actually born and brought up rich!' Mike answered back to Randy, who then shimmied his way from his side of the sandstone log to just right next to Mike's log 'Go on then, tell us your upbringing', 'With dear pleasure!' Mike fired back in pride, and in these are the words in which he used to describe his early life:
'I was born to a rather boring set of parents, one a young, beautiful, yet rather cruel woman who I have to refer to as my mother, though the right wench had left my father for another man, that being his younger brother.
The both of them emigrated off right after I was born to the great state of Maine, USA, leaving poor old, father of mine to look after me, though he was nowhere near poor, for he was, at one time, the richest man in all of the world, dear old Mike M. Michaelson.
If I were to consider my mother cruel, than my father would be irredeemable, he was renowned as a sham to all, so much so that he paid a group of attendees to laugh at his jokes during a very important speech about the corporation he was running, the Michaelson's Light Inc., we sold all types of light-related products, such as bulbs, flashlights, torches, lanterns, the list goes on.
When I was five, the butler of the mansion died on his way to pick me up from school, apparently he had eaten a year old, expired sardine before hitting the road, he choked on the tailbone and eventually steered into an evergreen tree, 'twas a tragedy, I was called home during an important game of basketball during a championship, we ended up clutching the victory 91-90, but of course I missed the last quarter of the game.
When I was 12, I was beaten up by a group of adolescent bullies who work for a guy who called himself "Lightedge", the reason?, because I snickered and giggled when they were having a group discussion about their boss during lunch break in school, I was beaten to a pulp after school, so much so that I required a leave of absence after the encounter, and a dozen stitches on my face.
Naturally, my dad took them to court, obviously bribed the judge, and eventually, won the case for me, Lightedge was imprisoned for life, with his underlings serving around 20 years each for aggravated assault, probably the second best thing he did for me out of a thousand terrible things he did to me.
Time went on, and I learned how to defend myself by learning and mastering five styles of martial arts by the age of 22, I trained every single day, yet I still pale in comparison to the strength I had now.
When the time came for me to show my true strength, I was up for it, and it came in the form of a car robbery.
You see, even though I was the son of the richest man in the world, I had not even a sports car, in fact, I had only been able to purchase a 20 year old Toyota Prius of that timeline by the time of my 22nd birthday, so when I saw my car getting hijacked and broken into on the side of the road in Manhattan, right near a large convenience store, I walked up to the group of punks who dared steal from me, there were three of them, all seem to be associated with the bastard "Lightedge", although I was incorrect, for I would later find out that they worked for Silvers Esau himself.
The first guy, clad in black from torso up, with a torn ski mask, combat boots and military style pants, had a crowbar, and was slashing at the window, I was so enveloped in bloodlust by this that I kicked the guy in the face with a roundhouse so great, that all his teeth were decorated in the windshield of the car, the second guy, wearing the exact same outfit, ran up to me, and in just the next second, his face and eventually, his full body, were perpendicular to the ground, for I had pelted him with a flurry of punches which were able to break the bones of the average adult: A single snap punch, a jab, an elbow, a sweep, and to finish off, a knockout from a downward punch which probably or probably not, broke his jaw into two.
While the other two were out cold, which truly was not the case, I caught a glimpse of the other third and last fella, not wearing a ski mask, but rather an eye-mask and a bandana, legging off from my car into the dark alleyway, one where nothing could be seen, obviously, I was a foolish young lad, whose only asset was a 350 billion dollar inheritance and some political power via my pops, I chased after that one last crook, BIG MISTAKE.
The first guy, though not fully conscious, got up, broke into the car, somehow managed to heckle the car keys outta my "rich boy" pockets, and managed to crash the vehicle into the nearest convenience store, which had no security, nor cameras.
Long story short, the whole building came down flat like a tortilla, and all 65 customers within the store ended up losing their lives that day, the crook broke out of the car, managed to drag his other friend, who was probably dead, and limped off with him into the dark alleyway, leaving me as the only suspect during the scene, as it was my car.
I had only returned from the chase after I realised that I would be wasting my own time traversing through the dark in seek of that one runaway, so I made my way back to my car, BIGGER MISTAKE.
As I walked towards my car, now half-buried under piles of brick, I had known I was screwed from the get-go, I tried to run off, but by then, an ongoing witness, who was probably a opponent of my father's in the business industry, hoisted the blame on me, he said 'Hey, that's the kid, that's the one who crashed the car into the building, he's the one who killed all those innocent shoppers, get him!', knowing damn well he was spitting fallacies outta his mouth, I tried to argue back, but it was too late for any redemption, in the eyes of a fool that is. In one minute I was being pointed at, and the next, I was dragged to the ground, punched, kneed, stomped on, kicked down upon, heck, one fella had the nerve to spit on me, to tell you the truth, I should have made sure those two bastards were dead for sure before running after the third.
I was taken to court, the once in a millennia "Millennial Supreme Court" to be exact, by the families of the victims, victims of which I had not even dared to endanger, heck, there were over 120 prosecutors, all with very skilled judges, hell, even the "alibi" of the prosecution seemed to be real witnesses, though they were waffling and blurting crap outta their mouths too, and what did I have?, I had my dad, whom at this point in his life, had given up on all aspirations in his life to commute forward, just a single glance at me reminding him of that cheating fraud of a wife that was my mother, he asked the judge to pardon my "crimes", and to instead take the punishment himself, bear in mind that my father brought no solicitors of his own to defend my case, he simply told the judge in these words in full, 'I beg for you, your honour, to pardon the sins of my no good, foolish, idiot of a son for his crimes in which he committed, and instead, I ask of you to punish me instead, I will even pay you to accept my terms, please your honour, I beg of you!', to which the greedy judge, whom was most certainly paid an undisclosed sum of equity agreed to the terms, however, he capitalised on his power as the highest ranking judge, the second most powerful man living on Earth besides the Galactic Alliance CEO of that dimension, and requested all 100% of my father's assets to seal the bond, my father, who had been through such turmoil in his own life, signed the bond without complaint, and now was a mere prisoner of the law, all to help his son.
During the final moments of the session, I walked up to my father, and begged him for forgiveness, all he told me was these words: 'Do me a favour, never call me father, in return for gratefulness, as I had never regarded you as a son!', he was handcuffed by the guards, escorted to his cell to serve his 65 life sentences, and that was the last moment that I had ever saw of him, the man who I had once called my father.
Right as I was being dragged out by the guards, I caught a glimpse of the judge's name, Dr. Wheeler Jones Jr., the brat son of Officer Wheeler Jones Sr. as I would later find out.
The guards threw me outta the front doors of the court, which was located on the fifth floor high in the Galactic Alliance headquarters building in my universe. I saved myself from meeting the grim reaper by redirecting myself into a small bush, which caused my clothes to rip and tear, and have the rag-like clothes that I have now.
I spent two weeks at the local homeless shelter, before being kicked out after they found out of what happened two weeks prior, they found out about my bad reputation. I then lived on a park bench, before being verbally harassed off the bench by a bunch of yankees and yuppies alike, heck, I wasn't even allowed to play basketball with the mates no more, which led to me living life in the same dark alley as I mentioned earlier, it was filthy, and the only source of food I had was from a dumpster, which led me to where I began my story from earlier, I found a perfectly fine donut in the trash, avoided it, found the 10 bucks, and met a hooligan, and so on and so forth.'
'Wow sounds like you had some rough beginnings, thankfully you got the peace you wanted so much after all that horse-crap, right?' the Miracler sympathized with the old timer, to which Randy, unknowing of what he was going to get into, asked 'Hey, old buddy, what's in that great old basement of yours, you hadn't even gave us a clue as to what it was even remotely?', silence passed on, not even the wind, which was howling just minutes ago ceased to go on with its routine, the sand that flew around the air in swirls was slowly retracting back to the surface, heck, even the fire that the quartet were surrounding around grew dim and faded into the darkness, leaving only pitch black, as one thing remained shrouded in mystery: what in the hell was in
that basement?