Death of Mankind 2K7 presents:
The Black Tablets
>Part I of Piece I - The End of the begining, The begining of the end<

Atlantis...
Egypt...
Rome...
Thoth...

Wonderland...

All things have a definitve shape. Size is variable. However the shape of it all remains the same. Of course there are those out there who say I'm big, and you're small, but if you break into me far enough you'll find that I am made of the same things you are. Not only am I made of the same tiny things as you, but the universe and all universes. This is the foundation... of immortality.



The doors opened wide and Hatter Madigan stood before the blackness, his wrist blade ready to slice the first mother fucker that reached out of the darkness. Behind him the chill autumn wind blew as night crept slowly over him and that particular part of the world.

Hatter smelled fear as well as a scent that had long been forgotten among the ashes of time and space. 'Could it really be?' He thought to himeself as he stepped slowly into the nothing.

His soft footsteps echoed off the wooden floor beneath him, he counted the light clicks as he stepped. "1.........2....." he began, but paused a moment when he thought he heard footsetps behind him. He put a little thought behind the silence before smiling beneath his hat as he began his counting again, picking up where he left off.

"3............4..." he continued but wheeled around in time.

*CREEEEEEE-THOOM!*

"Shut the door... how clever." he muttered to himself just as the candle lights flared to life. Illuminating the room wholly. A grand entrance hall complete with golden staircase, and an ancient altlantean tile wall, floor. The grandest sight however was when one gazed to the heavens to see a beautifully hand painted Michaelangelo ceiling.

"5, 6 Time for a crucifix!" Boomed the loud voice of the large man in the cloak. Hatter sniffed the air and quickly spun on his heels taking the heads of two henchmen with him as he drew his blade through their necks. The cloaked figure slowly made his way down the stairs, watching in awe as Hatter Madigan thrust his blade into all thirteen of his henchmen before he himself reached the floor at the bottom of the sprial staricase. He walked hagridly towards Hatter, hunched and feeble appearing.

Hatter raised his blade for self defense and stared at the hooded figure, that scent was so familiar but he couldn't place it. He just could not remember where that smell came from. In all his life he could not recall the familiar scent unless...

The hunched over man in the black cloak sprang to life and threw back the hood, erecting to his full six-foot, seven inch frame and moving quickly wrapping an enourmous hand around Hatter's neck. Madigan's feet were clear off the ground as the beast man threw him backwards.

Hatter flew into a marble pedistal that didn't break and was on his feet in no time, dashing towards his blade on the floor, he reached it just in time to catch a boot to the face from the much larger of two men that sent Madigan fling in yet another direction.

The man enshrouded in darkness laughed with the most demonic sound Hatter had ever heard. A deep and trembling voice that echoed throughout the ancient mansion.

"Who dares defile my home?" The man questioned standing over Madigan.


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"Put that in your pipe... and Smoke it."


The last words OWF heard from me were plain and simple, but for some reason I found myself returning to their website. I found myself surfing their staff forums.

Ryan Draco continues to talk more shit than a port-a-jon... Aphrodisia Jordan flaps her gums more than an eighty year old cocksucker... Angel, the longest reigning champion with the record for least title defenses defends the madman...sort of.

I laughed as I finished my whiskey, feeling it burn down the back of my throat as I proceeded to close the window and move to the door. I put on my coat, grabbed my hat and keys, and promplty headed for the last known whereabouts of Alkain, also known more popularly to the world as, Kain Harbinger.

I stepped through the door of my own mansion, into the brilliant red-orange glow of the evening Michigan sky. I placed my hat over my scarred facemask as the door locked shut behind me.


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"Who dares defile my home?" The man large man questioned standing over Madigan.

The hatter just picked up his tophat from the ground beside him, and replaced it upon his head before repyling. "I am Hatter Madigan, and you are my oldest and dearest friend, as well as my oldest rival Alkan."

"Jevca?" The man questioned, clearly taken aback by the statement of his true name.

"So it rings a bell hmm...?" Madigan said calmly as he rose to his feet and moved towards the man known as Alkan. "I have been searching for you for quite some time old friend. I was hoping that perhaps we could do business once again."

"Perhaps we could, Perhaps we could..."


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*One...*

*Two...*

> *Three...*

*Four...*

*Five...*

*Six...*

*Sev-en...*

*eig.h..t*

*nii.e..*

There they were making clear mockeries, and gags at our expense, Ryan Draco and Matt Angel slowed their pace and raised their voices so Seraph and I could hear their all too obvious rib shots.

I didn't bother to do anything more than smile as we continued down the halls of the OWF headquarters and into Mrs. Morningrod's office.

"Welcome boys... come on in, Have a seat. Maybe you could tell me... WHAT THE FUCK AM I GOING TO DO WITH THE TWO OF YOU?" she began in a calm voice but ended screaming at us. She fixed her hair, and regained her compusure before offering us our seats and taking her own.

Mrs. Morningrod just sat behind her desk tapping her fingers. She had a very unfriendly look on her face as she glared fixedly across it and semmingly through us.

"Well you could start by explaining why you screwed me last week." I started. "That was the fastest fucking count I've ever fucking seen? Come to think of it, That wasn't even how the match was supposed to end. I don't know about Ryan, but I had more than enough to keep going, and everyone knows it." Mrs. Morning rod opens her mouth to say something but I just continue to go off. "No, shut the hell up. You don't own this place, CJ and DK do. I don't know who you are, but you damn sure better figure out... who WE are. We are the main draw of this damn company's tag-team division. We're hands down the best this company has, and here are these cards setting up these ri-god damn-diculous matches. FIRST TO PIN DRACO? I could see that match if it was a tag team match. And then there's the winning stipulation, the one to pin him will recieve a shot at the network title? This is a clearly rigged fight, So give me one good reason not to flip you the finger, Say fuck off cunt, and slam your bitch ass through this desk?" I explode all over Morningrod, pausing for a moment and just as she goes to speak I interject one final time. "Tell me I'm suspended bitch... I dare you."

"Hey I'll take a suspension. Fuck I'd be happy with a week off." Seraph jumped in before she could say anything. "Hell why don't we just do that? Trent Steel and Coke Kid can get a pin on Draco, fuck it let Imperium have a piece of Team Mayfly this week. Hell that'll give us a chance to sit back and study two opponents."

"Where did you learn to count?" I ask Seraph.

"What?"

"Yea, what does that have to do with anything?" Mrs. Morningrod threw in.

"Well... There's two TEAMS of opponents, yes. But that's FOUR opponents, you douche. Fuck I had it all planned out nicely with DK, but then you had to screw that up."I say to him.

"Yea well I wasn't the only one dropping thhat stick into Draco's back!" Came his reply and he stands up to accenuate it.

Having no fear I get right in his face about it. "Ididn't hit him until Angel started whacking DK. I should've left you to beat the rest of the shit from Draco and Took care of Angel myself... Since you obviously can't!" I say back at him.

"What are you sayin Hatboy? You're better than me like you're better than Draco? Looked more like you're a little SLOW!" Seraph shot back the insults right with me.

"CHILDREN! I WILL NOT HAVE MY OFFICE DESTROYED BY A COUPLE OF DEGENERATE ASSHOLES IN A PISSING CONTEST!" Yells Mrs. Morningrod over both of us.

I look at Seraph, before trning to her with a smile. "Oh... is that so? Children, Morningwood?"

"It's MorningROD!" she angrily replies.

"Well I don't see what the difference is I mean I wake up with morning wood I got a morning rod..." Seraph remarks with a chuckle.

"I guess if we're just a couple kids in a pissing contest I better prove my point eh?" I say as I unzip my jeans and pull out my manhood.

Seraph laughs a bit and follows suit. "Looks like she was right about one thing... KID."

"Nah, I think it was that we're a couple of assholes?"I say with a laugh of my own and start pissing all over her desk. The computer sparks a bit as the urine hits the elertical connections. Seraph begins pissing all over the other side of the desk at one point even catching Morningrod's dress.

She began screaming as the two of us just laughed pissing on everything we could. Eventually we both finished our business and moved back to the front of the desk. We started to sit down, but looked at each other and stopped. We then just stood as Mrs. Morningrod stood there, Urine dripping from her dress. If looks could kill, they'd have had to come up with a new degree of murder to charge her with for our deaths at that very moment. I couldn't help but smile, and neither could Seraph.

"Are we... Suspended yet?" I said slyly.

"GET.....out...." Was all she said, and Seraph and I just shrugged.

"Call us when you want us back, until then... we'll just go be Team Mayfly and sit on our asses at home." I said with a laugh as I exited her office.

"You can, but I'm taking my vacation time this week. I'm not going to that match even if they don't suspend me. I'm taking the time to fuck my girl, and relax my muscles for a day or two, but don't think I'm about to stop training like their fat asses." Seraph says as he exits the office. "Fat Champion asses..." I correct him just as the door closes.



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We returned to the parking lot to find fire trucks everywhere. When I found the source of their being there, I nudged Seraph. "Check that shit out. Draco fucked his car." I said nodding towards the still burning vehicle Draco was staring at with a demonic glare.

"Damn... somebody was out to get his ass bad."

"Nah... probably just some eccentric psychopath fucking with his head." I said with a smile and Seraph looks at me.

"Jay... you didn't? " Seraph quizzes me, and I say nothing. "When the hell did you? I came here with you, and everything. He could have you arrested for..."

"No he can't. You think I'm that dumb. I went and already found me a cover. Not to mention dirty cops like money, they were foretold of what would happen and were right in the area, A malfunction in wiring combined with a gas leak, or so Draco will be told."

"You sly sly sonofabitch. That still doesn't answer when-" he starts to say but stops as I put a Marlboro Menthol in my mouth and light it with a great big grin. "This is why we make a great team."

"I dunno. I really liked what we did to Morningfoot back there. The look on her face was priceless." I say as I open my door and have a seat behind the wheel.

Seraph drops into the passenger seat beside me, "Yea the look when she seen your 'almighty heatseeker' or should I say, Al-tiny?"

I start the car and rev the 404 big block beneath the hood. "Fuck you man, that office was cold, and the tool had the nip-ons to prove it. I noticed because you were droolin over em... Fuck I half expected the shit to freeze to your chin." I answer his insult with a smartass remark as we drive off for wherever the hell it was we were going.


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The sound of the birds came quietly with the sunshine through the second story of my home. The ancient and rare atlantean posts at the corners of my bed shimmering in the morning sun.

The warmth upon my face felt wonderful, the dream was wonderful, and I had good times, but the good times were over. It was time to move to a more serious place. A place where I am treated fairly and not screwed over in favor of people who can't even see to the end of their nose to know how ugly they truely are. Heroes is what they call them. The Hatter is what they call me.



--BoE