Many universes exist, many persons and places and things with great power exist, many dimensions exist with variations sometimes major, sometimes hardly meaningful.
This was the way things were meant to be, the natural order. Then came the Reality Shifter.
If anyone knew it existed, they were few, and silent. Was it a person? An object? An idea? Even that was a mystery. The only sign of its existence came in the effect it had on reality. Things changed. Things that should not happen, came to pass. Things that violated all natural law, became commonplace.
There was no definite rhyme or reason to its work, save for one feature: the domination and humiliation of women. It liked to toy with them, altering their lives, sometimes allowing them to realize the oddity of their new circumstances, other times completely grounded in their new realities, even believing what the Reality Shifter wanted them to believe.
Its desires could turn erratic. Like a naughty genie, it might wreak havoc on a woman, then grow bored and leave her to her new fate for other targets, only to return later and establish some entirely new fiendish reality.
In the hierarchy of power, powerful people can be killed, powerful objects destroyed, bad dimensions or places left behind for nicer ones. But what happens when reality itself seems determined to enact its will on its chosen marks?
Mon Jan 27 04:09:31 2014
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