Dawn of The Foundation
Somewhere in the outer spiral leg of the metaverse, on the remote but lively moon of Canuck, orbiting the barren wasteland known as Ca-Nada, a group of warriors, scientists and strategists sat around discussing the important issues of the day.
“No, the best beer to drink while watching ice hockey is...” began NewfyScotian. But he was interrupted by a blazing beam of light that erupted from nowhere, into the middle of the room. From it emerged a strange figure, dressed in green, with a lyre strapped to his back.
“Greetings,” he said. “It is I, Downie! I bring you news of dire import!”
“Huh?” said everyone.
“Indeed! You are wise to quail in fear. For I have discovered a new science, which I shall call psycho-history!”
“Is that a history of psychopaths and serial killers?” said Technician.
“No! It is a history of the future!”
“Dude, ‘history’ means it’s about the past...”
“As you know, the Guardians have ruled the metaverse for centuries. Well, it feels like centuries. But my calculations prove beyond the shade of a doubt that they are destined to decline and fall, as so many empires have before them.”
“Oh? Pity. Still, all good things...”
“And that following this event, the metaverse will be plunged into a period of strife and darkness that will last until the coming of the great sequel.”
“How far away is that then?”
“Doesn’t matter. Anyway, the point is, my equations show that the only solution is a new empire, one that will rise up to take the Guardians’ place, one that will be ruled in accordance to the principles I have set out.”
“What’s this got to do with us?” said NewfyScotian.
“Because yours is the empire that must replace it! Only you Crazy Canucks have the youth, energy and wisdom to make it possible.”
“You mean... it is my destiny to rule the metaverse?”
“...Nearly. Only, according to my sums, a couple of slight changes may be needed.”
“Which are?”
“Firstly, the empire needs a new name, and a completely new identity.”
“No problem.”
“Secondly, the empire needs a new leader.”
“No prob... what?”
“Yes, it is Technician who must lead in your stead! Only he has earned the right to rule!”
“Sorry?” said Technician, who had lost interest in the conversation and conquered three gigantic galaxies while Downie had been talking.
“I’m asking you to rule the universe.”
“Oh? Cool.”
“With a slight proviso; you must follow my orders down to the last detail. Only then shall we be spared a new dark age!”
“Can I see these equations of yours?” said Technician, who was a scientist, or at least dressed like one.
“There!” said Downie, flashing up an envelope with some writing on the back and trying to pull it out the way before anyone could read it.
Fast as lightning, Technician grabbed the envelope. The scribbled equation said, “(Theoden + Greldon) * Retired + Lothmorg * Allegations + Inertia * Perceived Smugness = Doom!”
“I see,” said Technician. “Looks pretty conclusive to me. I’m in! As long as this isn’t some twisted plan to destroy the Guardians completely for reasons of personal bitterness.”
“Of course not!” said Downie. “The Guardians are my friends! The thought of seeing them all crushed and broken gives me no pleasure whatsoever!” A dreamy look appeared in his eyes.
“That’s OK then. What shall our new name be?”
“Psycho-history tells me that the only one name will guarantee universal dominance: The System Lords!”
“I don’t really like it,” said NewfyScotian. “How about ‘The Foundation’?”
“Hmm...” said Downie, scribbling frantically. “I predict that if we call it that, we’ll all be devoured by a giant mutant star-goat in three weeks time. On the other hand, it does have a nice ring to it...”
“The Foundation it is!” said Technician.
And it was.
          
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| I predict that if we call it that, we’ll all be devoured by a giant mutant star-goat in three weeks time. |
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| I predict that if we call it that, we’ll all be devoured by a giant mutant star-goat in three weeks time. |
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In less than 3 weeks we have come from 16th to 3rd.
So you are basically saying we have 3 weeks to move 2 positions ... childs play !    
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true, but where are the children who have all day to play?
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Krazyhorse lighted his pipe of war and taking a deep snort look up to the skies where the Stallion star shines upon the ocean and his eyes closed when his soul traveled to the distant land of his ancestors.
"It is time to smoke the pipe of war" replied ancient one
"It is time to travel the old path" said ancient two
"What path we must choose" asked Krazyhorse?
"The path of war" replied all the Ancients at once.
Ancient One extended his hand and said "Here Krazyhorse, take the flute and the tomahawk and open the door of Valhaya"
Krazyhorse opened his eyes and in front of him he saw the flute of Dreams and the Tomahawk of Thor.
  
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Smells good, pass it along.
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.... I see that Weyrleader has pinched the pipe.. and actually handed NewfyScotian a bubble pipe ....
 
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I thought so - too strong for Newfy
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Back where I come from (upper-Middle Earth) we had a kind of pipeweed popular among wizards and hobbits. Never touched the stuff myself - the people that took it used to claim to have seen talking trees, or mysterious eyes of flame gazing into their souls. Pretty freaky.
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The sacred grass has been delivered by Krazyhorse to the Sacred Council of the Foundation.
The Secret members sat around the round table and start to smoke the sacred grass.
After few minutes all the participants started to see visions and speaking in unknown tongues announced the birth of the biggest empire ever to exist in the galaxy the Foundation of the Undead
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Please pass the deep fried peperoni. There must be some left around here, although with all you smokers, I can't see very well in here.
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Technician stood still in the midle of the room, hord after hord of undead appeared before him. A deep and screeching voice said, "Master we are here to serve you, the hour of the Undead has arrived".
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It is time said Technician to open the gates, allow the snacks to enter in the room, free pepperoni and fried bacon for all!!!!!
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Sacred grass, canadian beer, munchies reminds me of highschool all over again.
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Mmmh Canadian beer and deep fried pepperonies 
 
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Don't forget the sacred grass and the bacon!!!
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