Galactus's World-Ship
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The enormous vessel has entered Earth's solar system - seemingly oblivious to all broadcast entreaties, it inexorably closes the distance to Earth. So insignificant to the ship's master are the beings of Earth that only the most perfunctory of the ship's defenses have been activated.
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Date: 2008-04-13 06:58 pm (UTC)He stretches out a hand towards General Grimm.
"Do you accept these terms?"
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Date: 2008-04-13 07:01 pm (UTC)So, this is it. He might be the murderer of billions. And might, eventually, give Galactus the time he needs to not require those deaths. Is it worth it? Does he dare? Can he...not?!
Slowly, the hand moves forward. "Yeah." Ben says, finally. "Yeah, I do."
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Date: 2008-04-13 07:04 pm (UTC)Energy arcs from Galactus's hand, transforming Benjamin Grimm - connecting him to the bottomless font of the Power Cosmic - and enclosing his body in a protective cloak reminiscent of his homeworld.
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Date: 2008-04-18 10:49 pm (UTC)And Galactus... Galactus is so beyond the scope of his universe up to this point.
"This is... this is..."
He doesn't have words.
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Date: 2008-04-18 10:54 pm (UTC)"Grimm?" She shakes her head. "Is that you? It's like he's turned you into some kind of ... thing."
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Date: 2008-04-19 04:41 pm (UTC)And then, the cocoon moves. The stench of burning clay is suddenly overwhelming, as the rounded, neckless rock seems to have arms...legs...fingers, even. Those familiar with the mystic arts might think of a Mindless One, those familiar with religious myth might think of a golem, but that's not the cruel part. The cold, downright cosmically mean part of this transformation is revealed when that earth-shod behemoth opens his eyes...
...and they're the same piercing blues of General Benjamin J. Grimm. Just enough familiarity that he'll never be able to completly forget what he once was, and what he's become.
"...thing." The Thing grunts, his jaw almost cartoonishly shaped, his voice like an earthquake and a rave had some sort of terrible party, "...yeah. I...I guess dat fits."
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Date: 2008-04-20 01:16 am (UTC)"We'll let Reed know, Ben. Don't worry."
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Date: 2008-04-20 01:17 am (UTC)