And so it was that Vorpal and Masamune teamed up. Honestly, it was probably a long time in coming, they're pretty cool and they know it. But every adventure needs a beginning, and their started in the mean streets of St. Paul, Minnesota. Having decided sometime ago:
Masamune: Alright, so where should we start? We've got some promising leads you know.
Vorpal: Quite true. I say we do whichever quest the NPACs give us first.
Masamune: That sounds like a reasonable way to negotiate your character.
Vorpal: Yes, I thought so. Oh look over in that direction I'm pointing, that looks like an NPC.
Vorpal pointed in that direction at a blind, bearded man, laid out on the ground like happy hour had come early, they approached him and pressed the button that made other people talk.
Some Guy: Been a while, hasn't it?
Vorpal and Masamune tiled their heads quizzically at the voice. It was one they recognized. They said at once:
Masamune: Al? Jinx, you can't talk until I say Vorpal three times or I get to punch you.
Misty: Friend of yours?
Vorpal: From time to time, ow! Al, ow, what are you doing here, ow?
Big Al: I'm surprised you don't remember, that was our biggest and best adventure ever.
Vorpal: The one, ow, with Lord Sky ow, and Antithowsis and Donkey, ow, Man?
Big Al: Er, wait, hold on, when was the last time you went to Weirdamonium?
Vorpal: God, ow, like more than a, ow, decade ago?
Big Al: Ah crap.
Big Al got off the ground and sprinted away as fast as he could.
Big Al: I'll be right back!
Vorpal: Alright that was weird, ow! That one hurt, stop it!
Masamune: Vorpal vorpal vorpal.
At that moment, the door of the store in front of them opened up and out walked a much more clean shaven, significantly less drunk, Al.
Big Al: Hey fellas, what's up?
Vorpal: Okay, what the mess, there's two of you?
Big Al: Pardon?
Vorpal: And what about the Anti-Spacers, where are they, I haven't heard from you in months and now here you are at the donut shop. What the hell have you been doing?
Big Al: Uh, buying donuts? They're bavarian cream filled, with blue icing and sprinkes.
Masamune: Oh my yes.
Vorpal: No we don't, we wanna know where you are with that!
Big Al: I got a kid who takes care of that crap now.
Vorpal: Oh no, it's that kind of deferment of responsibility that causes these messes in the first place, tell us what you know!
Masamune: Yeah, or we'll...
Vorpal: We'll what?
Masamune: I had it for a second then it just kind of trailed off, can't remember for the life of me.
Big Al: Sure, why don't we catch up, you clearly need to know some things.
The four walked onward to a condemned building that had, in it's youth, been a school.
Misty: We're not going in there, are we?
Big Al: Not precisely. ~He checked his watch~ We've still got a few minutes, we need to recap some information. As you know, the afterlife was divided into four groups to make it easier to manage.
Masamune: It must be true, I heard it somewhere.
Vorpal: No you didn't.
Masamune: Yes, I did.
Masamune: Just then.
Misty coughed so the others would shut up.
Big Al: Weirdamonium gets all the stuff that doesn't make logical sense. It's where your get your ontological paradoxes, your Schrödinger cats, your Mpemba effects. Enthree's been searching that place from top to bottom from a door to Anti-Space. And it must be there, of course, because it makes no sense for it to be there.
Vorpal: Great, so why are you having her do it instead of doing it yourself.
Big Al: Would if I could, but only she can find it.
Big Al: I didn't know until a few years ago, but there was an incident that altered history. I don't know what caused it, but I do know that somehow it finally changed and the present we currently enjoy is the result. I don't believe any of you would have first hand knowledge of what happened, but apparently, Enthree from that timeline gave birth to herself in the past, in a freshly unbroken cycle, cosmically speaking.
Vorpal: That doesn't explain anything.
Big Al: Hold your horses, I'm getting to that bit. One other thing brought back was my arm, from the future, full of nifty nuggets of information. But what's relevant was that I learned that Enthree is apparently a personification of entropy.
Vorpal: I don't see how.
Big Al: Well, I'm figuring that if Antithesis needs the blood of entropy to re-encarnate, then the reason no one can get to Anti-Space anymore has something to do with what happened to its entropy. Those guys seem able to come and go at will, I don't think they'd have messes around here if they could have done it easily and without interference elsewhere.
There was silence as Al's droning stopped.
Big Al: Then again, I could be wrong, and the entire effort is futile, I really am making a lot of assumptions.
A cubic patch of pitch black appeared in front of them.
Vorpal: What in blazes?
Big Al: Ride's here.
Al jumped into the cube with gusto, and only reluctantly did the others follow. The inside was a swirling cauldron of dimensions.
Big Al: And that is a node, places where time and space overlap. Great for getting around if you know when they are.
Vorpal: So we're going to Weirdamonium now?
Big Al: Who on earth told you that?
Elsewhere in the blue marble castle of Turquoise, the diminutive queen sat on her throne.
Queen: You have news to report, Sir Arrow?
Sir Arrow: Yes, my Queen. The location of the renegade traitor, Golem, has been ascertained.
Queen: Good work, Sir Arrow, I shall leave his capture in your capable hands.
Sir Arrow: Yes Queen Lilac!