Neuron Nemesis Evanjulyon Part 1

== -:NNJ BROADCAST START:- -:LIVE AND ON THE AIR:- ==
Good morning America this is NNJ-24/7 waking you up with the broadcast that we're all gonna die. The oceans are boiling, space is breaking down, and the end of the world's coming, and we've got it all live.
But don't touch that dial folks, if you even have one of those anymore, we'll be on the air until the bitter end. Unless you got the guts to join us in here... 
Ha ha ha, as if! And now, for the sonorous tones of Mister Buddy Holly, live from our studio audience...
== -:EDISON:- ==
Theft is a funny word. The black bones of the earth are stolen to produce motive force. Land is stolen to produce civilization. Ideas are stolen to produce innovation.
It is, perhaps in place of perspiration or even inspiration, the true source of invention. Do you mind if I invent from you? I'm doing it anyway...
== -:JANUS:- ==
I know this may seem just so two-faced, but I'm besides myself on you being here! I'm of two minds on this, but that could be a splitting headache on my part! Oh, I'm not one to two-time, but I swing both ways now and then, so let's rumble cabeza-y-cabeza!
== -:MEMENTO BALORE:- ==
"From gazing tombs/Beneath the stones/The giant's grave/May shatter bones.
For tho his heart/It does not beat/The eye it watches/Bereft of meat..."
== So... ==
I found this weird book, might as well write in it.
Lately, strange things have been happening around town. Distances keep shuffling, there's these weird broadcasts on the radio, and I keep hearing talk about people walking across the street into cities halfway across the country. Things are breaking down.
And now, there's this place, next to my computer. Might as well go in it anyway. It's not like it's the end of the world...
-Z.Z. 
== -:V A P O R C A G E:- ==
R E  L A X.  T U R N  I T  D O W N .  I T ' S  O N L Y  T H E  E N D  O F  H I S T O R Y.  
Y O U  C A N N O T  B R E A T H E.  H O W  A E S T H E T I C.  D I E  B E A U T I F U L.
== The Missing Room ==
Player One, Identity "Z.Z." has entered our domain today through the Mirror Doors. Anti-Contract was given, Other Players likely soon to follow.
Player One was confused when addressed, but we all are these days. They'll find their way to the beat of their heart yet.
Good luck Player One, we're all rooting for you. You, and all your friends you have not met yet...
-The Ma'am In The Moon
== -:KING IN YELLOW:-/-:PLAYER 1:- ==
So, what are you? Like, are you like that thing the moon lady said I'd see? My shadow, my eidolon, my egregore, my SoulMake, my HeartBeast, whatever? 
...Not talking, huh. Well, I suppose The King In Yellow makes sense for a pretentious NEET author like me. Let's get in here and do whatever it is she wanted us to do then...
== -:THE WIZARD OF THE WIRES//GREAT AND TERRIBLE:- -:PRIME PROXY:- ==
YOU DARE SPEAK TO THE GREAT AND POWERFUL WIZARD? well i was not expecting company-I MEAN HOW DARE YOU!
I AM THE MASTER OF THE CABLES, WEAVEN INTO THE WEBS OF WIRE AND THOUGHT! THIS FORM IS BUT THE LEAST OF MANY I MAY TAKE, PRAY YOU DO NOT SEE MY DARKER SIDES!
BUT, I SHALL SPARE YOU, FOR NOW! BUT, MY MERCY COMES WITH A COST! BRING ME A MASK INSPIRING PROTECTIVE INTENT, THE DRESS OF A LUNAR MARINER, AND A PADDLE OF CURSED INTENT!
GO! AND DO NOT RETURN UNTIL YOU HAVE ACQUIRED THESE ITEMS!
== -:A VOICE SOUNDS FROM THE SPEAKERS:- ==
This is NNJ, coming at you live. It's 2: 19 AM. You've lost control of your life. You don't want to be here. You'll die here in the dark. 
Unless that's what you want. He he. A lot more people seem to want that these days.
But you'll all be here soon. Because you demanded it.
This is NNJ, signing off...
== -:TSUN-TSUN/DERE-DERE:- ==
YOU. WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?! HOW DARE YOU SNEAK IN ON ME WHEN I'M DOING... SOMETHING IMPORTANT! [Tick Tock]
oh, but, they're so handsome, i'm sure i might be okay with it if they... [Tick Tock]
NO! YOU'RE AN INTRUDER INTO THE MAZE! YOU MUST BE PUNISHED WITH MY HOT AND COLD HEAVY HAND-HAMMER ATTACK! [Tick Tock]
i mean, if that's okay with you, it's awfully lonely in here, alone with everyone's thoughts [Tick Tock]
NO, NO, NO, IT'S NOT LIKE I LIKE YOU OR ANYTHING, YOU FUCKING IDIOT! [Tick Tock]
== -:MID-BOSS APPROACHING:- -:JUDGE MINOS:- ==
MY SETTLEMENT IS FINAL/THE LAW IS TRULY CLEAR/YOU ARE NOT TRULY READY/TO FACE AND BE EXPOSED/BEFORE YOUR DARKEST FEARS!
BUT BEFORE THIS JUDGEMENT/MAY BE ADJOURNED I MUST CALL/ONE FINAL BATTLE BEFORE THE COURT/BEFORE I BREAK YOUR BALLS!
== -:CARVED SHADOW:- ==
It Is Happened Again. It Will Happening Again.
== -:GUARD OF THE LAW:- -:BOSS:- ==
Why are the gates of the law closed?
No one else could ever be admitted through this gae, since this gate was made only for you.
I am now going to shut it.
== A Treasure ==
So, I found this heart-shaped locket past that "Guard of the Law" or whatever. It's locked. Ha ha. Well, may as well write it down in the diary. And go back to the Moon Lady or whatever she names herself. Eventually.
-Z.Z.
...
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== Author Commentary ==
This was a month-long project that started as an attempt at doing surreal anime BS monsters, but over the course of its run more or less became an off-brand Persona. Note I have not played a lick of Persona. And I had to split this into multiple parts, because the formatting for this was getting to be a nightmare! I wish you could reposition pics on here!
All concepts, designs, ect are free to use as you see fit under a CC-BY 4.0 license so long as I; Thomas F. Johnson, am credited as their creator!
Category:Thomas Johnson Fiction