BZPB: THE LESSER OF TWO FATES
What happens when a tyrant takes control of a country? They enforce their rule with a death grip, instantly make sure that there will be no-one powerful enough to dare challenge their reign, because all tyrants are terrified of losing their power. You see, it requires constant maintenance. So, the whole country does whatever the dictator says. If you resist you are likely to face terrible punishments. Normally you have families trying to escape, ordinary people holding everlasting fear of being found guilty of committing a crime against your lord and master.
Pretty grim, huh?
Now, expand this from a country to a planet. One man controls every land and everyone must do what he says. There is no liberty. There is no freedom. Not on the whole wide world.
Now expand the situation to fit a UNIVERSE. Now, there is no hope of escape. Because there is nowhere free to escape to. You are forever stuck in the trap, the prison, and abide by the rules forever, or face your fate. Imagine that.
What happens when this situation is applied to fit a whole mix of universes? A multiverse? Well, that’s what’s just happened here. Let’s take a look, shall we?
Makuta Blackout, quite content, sat upon his red and black throne, his feet resting on a decorated box. His Rahkshi were spread far and wide across the multiverse, always looking for signs of trouble... or excuses for signs of trouble.
Though quite content, every day a bead of sweat ran down his armoured face. He doesn’t know why, and it’s impossible. But every day, the same time every morning, one single bead of sweat runs down his face. And it’s driving him even more mad.
Elsewhere in the far corners of the multiverse, someone was rallying their troops for war. They had managed to muster this army over countless generations, in the terrible Dark Zones at the ends of the old universes, which became part of the multiverse eons ago. It was just out of sight of Blackout’s forces, who were afraid of entering the Dark Zones, for fear that the darkness would consume them, would devour their energies and Kraata. Hundreds of thousands of beings, all clad in the signature green and black of their commander, stood in wait in those places, hidden from all else.
Suddenly, a flash of green light, and their commander floated down to join them for the first time in many years. He stood on a pillar of shadow, overlooking his vast army. Some of the warriors muttered to each other, saying that he looked like he had absorbed all of the energy of a great Green Lantern. But why would he want to do that...? Anyway, he spoke with a grated voice, as though he hadn’t used it in a while, and addressed his forces.
“My warriors! My brethren! The time has come. Blackout is wary. Let us show him that he has something to fear!!!”
A clash of weapons and a chant of readiness.
“Let us go forward now... and take this universe for ourselves. Let us show Blackout that we exist, and are not afraid! Let us show him that his time is UP, and the reign of KLAK begins!!!”
A roar of weapons and a chant of glory.
“Well... what are you waiting for?”
Without further ado, Klak thrust red energy into the space behind him, bursting a hole in the Dark Zone. And in that minute, Klak’s army went out into the multiverse, and they were free.