The Last Oddetsey

[alex_holt]

The Cucumberoo happily hands Marisa the last few editions of the newsletter - though the contents are fairly banal, if you are looking for something particular in there you may be able to find it.

"I mean, it's a cover up of some sort - it was widely announced that Doomforall stopped the black hole, and there were parties in the streets and whatnot, but then, suddenly there was a media blackout for a few days and no one has heard anything about the Lord since... None of the beings or ships who went up there returned, and that black spot appeared in the sky, and then that Gryphon turned up and was on the infonets, and shortly after that all the Powers started turning up to maintain the shield."

He lowers his voice conspiratorially

"The psycorps have been drafted to stop widespread panic, but the Church found out and let its members know..."

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SPOD:

Sprondinkle fills you in that you are probably a faller, and that as this is an alternate dimension, "Earth in the 22nd Century" is a fairly meaningless description. It is possibly to get home, but only a few beings in the history of the World have managed it and that was pretty much all in ancient history that that travelling happened - Frank Goacher, Lord Doomforall and Professor Vengeance. Sprondinkle is very clear that he wouldn't like to be messing around with anything left over by them.

Other than that, he reveals you are in a neighbourhood known as the Devil's Sock Draw, and that pretty much the same is going on here as has always gone on here - vandalism, graffiti, muggings, drugs, dub-step, watching The Only Way is Essex and other despicable crimes.

[Max]

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SPOD:

Sprondinkle fills you in that you are probably a faller, and that as this is an alternate dimension, "Earth in the 22nd Century" is a fairly meaningless description. It is possibly to get home, but only a few beings in the history of the World have managed it and that was pretty much all in ancient history that that travelling happened - Frank Goacher, Lord Doomforall and Professor Vengeance. Sprondinkle is very clear that he wouldn't like to be messing around with anything left over by them.

Other than that, he reveals you are in a neighbourhood known as the Devil's Sock Draw, and that pretty much the same is going on here as has always gone on here - vandalism, graffiti, muggings, drugs, dub-step, watching The Only Way is Essex and other despicable crimes.

(Professor vengeance! That was the weird bloke from before!) "What else do you know about this Professor Vengence? Do you know anything more about how those people escaped and how I can do the same?"

Spod glances round the shop to see if be can find anything he wants to trade for, he looks for something like a map, books or mobile tablets which he can use to find a way home.

[steven_mcg]

The door shuts behind Vengeance giving him complete privacy.

...Professor Vengeance successfully modifies his little butlerbot and the robot detects no immediate threats from the sphere. He hesitantly places his hands on it and suddenly the sphere doesn't feel quite so solid - it flows in liquid metal form around and onto Vengeances hands before forming into a particularly dapper pocketwatch. A quick test reveals this to be thoughtsteel - a superhard metal that morphs into whatever shape the owner requires of it.

Fascinating. A mimetic polyalloy operating under subconscious control. I am going to turn you into so many blunt objects while I'm stuck here!

However, from the middle of this sphere drops a tiny glowing object which hits the floor and begins to project up a hologram. One unmistakably of the face of a very elderly Professor Reginald Fortescue Vengeance (Esq.)

"So... you took your time..."

Oh bugger. ><

OK. Let's just go with this. If you really are me from the future, you'll know that I'm not terribly keen on surprises like these. So before we get into the whole Old Spock/New Spock nonsense, prove your credentials. Tell me something only Reginald Vengeance would know. My guilty pleasure pop song, my dream bride and honeymoon, my secret hiding place for all the Malteasers so Dr Kaos doesn't scoff them all, the manky Scots git; anything, I don't mind at all! Just whisper it in my ear and then I can decide whether or not to throw this floating football into the wall or not.

And if you are indeed the real McCoy, what are you doing here and what's going on? Are you pulling a paradox to get us out of this lunacy? I must admit having your own world faith rather loses its allure when the whole multiverse is about to go 'pop'.