Chicago, IL: August1, 2022
The Mavitars began their onslaught without hesitation. The Spider-Ninjas had terraformed the majority of south-side Chicago, turning it into even more of a strongly accented hellscape. They spread their sticky white-clear fluids and silk over the majority of homes located along 3 consecutive blocks, creating what would be known as The Great Sploosh-Hive of Chicago. The Ear-God knew what this meant; Spider-Ninja Queens held up in their nearly impenetrable cum-fortresses for nearly 6 months out of the year. Because the fortress had just been erected, the sickly fluid hadn't completely hardened and the Ninjas' legs were covered. This was an opportune time for Ear-God's assault. The fluid would eventually be used to sharpen into a katana, of which the Spider-Ninjas were named. The Ear-God had genetically modified the Ninjas to perfection: they were the only creatures able to fashion and wield human weapons.
Fortunately for Alex and the Mavitars, the fluid drenching the walls was still semi-liquid, meaning less potential for death.
The men, women, and children who once lived in the homes the Spider-Ninjas claimed had been left alive, and fed a constant supply of the Ninja-fluid. Surprisingly high in protein, the victims were to be forced to grow to extreme proportions and used by the Spider-Ninjas as a part of their reproductive cycle. The unconscious bodies of nearly 500 residents of Chicago, restrained completely on the walls of the cum-fortress, would be used to create the next generation of Spider-Ninja. They would be kept alive until the queen decreed a time for expansion. According to Ear-God's predictions, this would be happening in less then a week. The assault needed to happen now.
With the sound of a cannon firing, the first Mavitar was launched by the current-gen Meat-Wagon. Electromagnetic generators accelerated the metal-armor clad meth baby to supersonic speeds instantaneously. The slimy wet splash felt by those around the barrel of the Meat-Wagon just after firing was due to the "liquidfactioninging," as the Meth Babies so eloquently named. Ear-God explained the spagettification of the Baby known as Smalls by explaining the liquid as a blessing by the great Meth-Baby god, the Baconator; the liquidfactioninging was the mark of the gods and the blessed start to any battle deemed appropriate by the great lord and savior, the Baconator.
The Ear-God reminisced on the design process for the bulky and unproportioned armor the Meth-Babies currently wore. Based off medieval armor, the plates were given hundreds of extraneous pounds of weight strictly to increase the load on the Meth-Babies, and two holes were placed in random locations on the plates that made up the shoe of the armor. From these two holes, liquified Meth-Baby would spew; this acted as a form of rifling for the Shard-Baby-Launcher. The armor stayed intact, while the baby was forcibly ejaculated from the armor suit itself in a manner which some may say would be inhumane. Fortunately, the process was near instantaneous and riled the Babies up like no other act. The highly increased accuracy of the "liquidfactioninging." The Ear-God also found it humorous. The only problem he noticed was the poop. The poop and the smell. Just like shrimp. He would eventually fix this problem, but for now, he winced. "The smell..."
As the empty metal shell that once protected Smalls hurtled towards the Spider-Ninja Cum-Fortress, the first of the Mavitars entered melee distance with the encroaching Spider-Ninja warriors. The Mavitars had been bred and genetically engineered for one very specific purpose: death. Their strength would shine in this conflict.
Smalls' armor collided with the wall the civilians were restrained against. In a horrifying torrid of screams, the side of the building collapsed, taking with it several hundred Spider-Ninjas to their early graves. Alex mockingly laughed at the citizens of Chicago he could no longer individually make out. To be taken hostage by such disgusting creatures...
Creatures he had created, mind you. Bred to be hated; crafted to be killed. "Those foolish humans were weak," he thought to himself.
"Onward, Babies! Charge my Mavitars!"
The only response was "WAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Neither side was equipped to take the other on. The Spider-Ninjas were in their infancy; the Mavitars were wearing armor that was... Ill suited towards their current goals. Based on medieval armor Alex had seen during his trip to the mall and equipped with an additional 500 pounds of what he called "necessary materials," including a not quite in working order Shard-Launcher, an inoperable Plasma-Claw, and enough meth held in a camel-back to hold the Mavitars over for nearly a week.
While the battle was entertaining, Alex was focused on the dying civilians. Drenched and floating through the salty, white-clear fluid, and quickly drowning to death while completely restrained. He chuckled while thinking of a dear AI friend.
The Queen was what he was concerned about. The rest of this silly nothingness meant little. The size of a semi-trailer, and as aggressive as a Russian, Alex was forced to focus on the implications of what he wanted to accomplish.
The 300 Mavitars had an interesting time clearing the way for their overlord. The regular Meth-Babies had a different physique than the Mavitars. In addition to the regulars' Olympian-level abdomen and legs, the augmentations were taken to the next level and resulted in arms of normal human size, but built with enough muscle to equal the Mavitars to the strength of full grown gorilla; easily strong enough to disjoint and amputate the several legs of these immature Spider-Ninjas. The Spider-Ninjas, on the other hand, realized the only way to kill the Mavitars would be to throw wave after wave of troops at each individual Mavitar, and to flood their Mithril respirators, the mineral the Ear-God's army would be clad in in the future, with enough of their viscous off-white fluids to drown the Meth-Babies to death. Each defeated Spider-Ninja showered the Mavitars with a torrent of the quickly hardening liquid; after thousands of Ninjas were torn limb from limb over the Mavitars' heads, more then several had their respirators filled with the strange fluid and lungs flooded with the same.
Alex wondered why he designed this bukake storm, and what was really wrong with himself. He needed to see a therapist.
After taking a moment to mentally recover from the menacing site of what he had just seen, Alex charged forward in his actually working set of power armor amongst the choking and gurgling of the Mavitars. The legs and bodies of each surrounded in mounds of unspeakable gore. Spider legs and torsos formed the masses of flesh reminiscent of the Eldritch horrors Alex had once read about, leaking liquid which would later be known as the "White Death." Squirming tentacles, as the masses of gore grew, reached out and grabbed at the throats of the Spider-Ninjas as well as the respirators of the Mavitars. Alex was not ashamed that he was the cause. He took a sample of the fluid for testing and continued on to the central chamber.
His power armor increased his height to nearly 15 feet, and every crash of his feet led to the deaths of a multitude of Spider-Ninjas. The squish of popping larvae was the only thing he heard as he approached the queen's chamber. Alex unsheathed his power-sword and readied his railgun.
The queen's body was grotesque. It's legs had become sucked into its torso and out of every hair-pore came appendages. These appendages functioned much like the male reproductive organ, but with baby-hands attached. This semi-sized monstrosity had only two purposes in life after being chosen by the hive to be queen: consume, and reproduce.
Her hands brought food, readied by her underlings, to her gnashing maw. Foot-sized pincers surrounded her mouth-opening. The hands on her lower half allowed for a creeping mode of locomotion; grabbing at the earth in the intended direction of travel and un-engorging the appendage pulled the queen forward. Alex did not remember adding this as a feature of the queen. "It must have mutated." he thought to himself. The thought instantly triggered a response from the AI he had installed to help pilot the juggernaut he currently rode in. His mind-reading companion responded, "definitely," in the least mocking tone she could muster. She was true AI. Fully self-reliant. This totally wasn't her wet dream made reality.
Alex quickly mused over the stages of life of the Spider-Ninja Queen. First, a Spider-Ninja must recognize a danger to it's original hive. It turns hyper-aggressive and begins collecting food to being the reproductive cycle of the Spider-Ninjas. It then implants itself with self-fertilized eggs and allows itself to grow to an immense proportion in it's food chamber. The second generation is what stood in front of Alex. Engineered to be massive, strong, and intelligent, the second generation was the true cause of the enormous death toll during the first portion of the 2020's. Her size exploded, and all she knew was replaced by one base instinct: be filled by the white-clear fluid the Spider-Ninjas produced and reproduce.
Two steps forward in his power-armor and the entire history of this sect of Spider-Ninjas was erased. The Queen was now all that remained living in the room. Alex turned on the power to his sword and it began vibrating with the energy coursing through it. A pink light bathed the entire chamber from the plasma that encased the sword. On the flat of the blade the letters "G.G" were engraved. He readied his rail-gun and after noting how much his AI was blushing decided to make this quick. Sure, he was the one to design her, but he did not really know what could have gone so wrong as to force this perverted personality. She had spent the past 5 minutes mumbling under her breath and had a strange look on her face. He would have to deal with her later.
The first shot skewered the Spider-Ninja Queen, a swing of his sword bisected the Queen. Alex's AI seemed disappointed.
Venturing towards the exit, the Ear-God couldn't help but notice the hardened casings around each of the 300 Mavitars. Frozen in time as statues, this would be a fine resting place for his Mavitars and a holy ground for the great Baconator. Some, with arms raised overhead and tentacle shaped Spider-Ninja appendages in hand, still had the viscous Spider-Ninja fluids leaking onto them; it would eventually reinforce the shell that had formed around each of the Babies. Alex's AI had been privately recording all the strange positions the Babies had wound up in for 'research' purposes.
Alex realized his mission was completed, but he had nothing to return to. Methtopia was destroyed in the state of Kentucky, the Meth-Babies had all been killed, and the Spider-Ninjas were no more. "Time to move," he thought. He had once heard of a Florida man doing copious amounts of drugs and acting like a zombie. "The perfect place for my next experiment."