# to imagine d00m slayer primal ur arts kicker from times when fiery bullet heck labyrinths were kings how they employ near future hyperviolets till it's done yet oddly enough for next to zero meaningful reason perhaps there's so little to do in this reality in the alternative thankfully loreless realm of republic of bob the extremely dangerous ancient peoples andor noble strange creature features of this beautifully dark techno realm end up helping and befriending the slayer in a crucial battle at the point of defeat they willingly concede among themselves that the d00m slayer is a true fellow warrior the slayer in turn respects their commitment to duty and martial honor realizing he was working for the wrong side now united they decide to fight the more truly weirdevil nfr 80's megacorps sucking out the natural raw life energy of the freaky arts dimension universe they call home it's not much to look at admittedly once you've seen one slow stagnating pool of burning lava and distant forever flowering mountains of eternally raging fire this doesn't mean corporate has any right to stroll over to one's unique dark side and shamelessly nick all one's primal biocosmic aether energy for mo profits eat them all fellow dangerous yet friendly darkside entities rip n tear into that forth quarterly spreadsheet // [[republic of bob contents | imaginary pastime republic of bob]]