~850 million years before equestrian~

Bright sunshine illuminates a city that seems almost carved of crystalline multicolored glass, the general population of this city blissfully unaware as they proceed with their daily lives of the tragedy the day will bring. To prevent a panic those who run the city's management have toned down and hushed up any news related to the ice meteor shower that's been determined will strike the city in the very near future. A silent council sworn to protect and oversee the kingdom of Mu, having turned their backs on their people in the name of ignorance being bliss. They believed that because they couldn't on their own save the city, why bother giving anyone a chance to flee the doomed kingdom.

Silently the tall figure sits back in his seat idly observing the ice meteor shower in the sky shaking his large head before running a hand over the heads of his pet wooden hounds. One of nine eyes closing as he sighs wondering why the city council had denied his offering to stasis petrify the population so that once the ice is gone and time has passed the city can continue as it once did. Alas, they like fools had denied his offer, prompting him to create just enough petrification prisms for his collection of genomic hybrids and himself, as well as a habitat relocator system designed to send his pets to livable biomes by species. His plan had been greatly delayed by just how far into the past he had been flung from his intended timeline, but he took small comfort in the fact that he at least knew he had the right dimension.

"And so like all good things, this land of science will soon come to an end.....such a pity, they had such good bacon....". Swiveling one eye to double check the weaves of the spell he had inlayed into the system and the prisms he nods to himself before walking down the hall towards his nearest laboratory, his hand waving over a crystal weave encoded to his signature, before his figure walks into the doors. One of six hands taps a series of wall keys as a different hands fingers taps off a second series of ceiling keys, an auric display flickering to life before him as he analyzes it with three eyes another three eyes observing each of the three tubes containing materials from before his arrival in the lands of Mu a year ago, the last three eyes roaming the room making sure everything was secured so no matter the aftershocks or force of the cold waves the lab would remain in relatively good condition until he returned. A hiss of steam next to him unlocking a wall panel from which he removes a personal random teleportation relocation prism. Tilting his head to one side he muses quietly," I am forced to wonder, when all comes to pass, who shalt remember and what shalt be forgotten from these lands that shalt be no more...lost in the sea of time like so many distant relics to come....".

He pauses pondering as he picks up the prism his large head tilting to one side as he grins like a cheshire cat," now my little pretty I wonder how long I should sleep while my pets are free to play in my absence...a hundred years, a thousand, maybe a hundred thousand....". He rubs his chin in ponderance still grinning to himself before tilting his head to the other side and begins modifying the prism, his feet taking him back towards his personal room where he links the depetrifying part of the stasis prism to the timer prism in his hands, a few flicks of his fingers manipulating the energy like a musician playing a harp, setting a timer so he would unpetrify much later then his pets, but no so late as all might be weeded out by natural selection. Finishing preparing the prism he walks over to his closet, before taking out his old set of spiked armor, his cloak, cowl, and robes, as well as his pale white mask, fingers tenderly running over the masks smooth surface as he puts it on, his six hands then carefully putting on his armor, the cowl and robes being placed over his armor, their color symbiotically shimmering at his putting them on before turning pale white, and the cloak being placed across his backside, a clasp being secured across his neck that is the emblem of a reaper holding two crossed scythes. One hand reaching down to remove from a special case a large tri bladed scythe, which he fits into a back sheath built into the back part of his robes, a modified bandolier being affixed to each wrist and to his legs, each one containing a hundred sigiled tiny needles. One hand pulls back the back of his robes as he affixes to his backside the triple katana sheathe next, before finally picking up a large back labeled 'candy' and placing it over his backside.

The distance sounds of screaming begin to fill the air as the first of the ice meteors begin to strike at the edge of the city, the prisms glowing as they begin to warm up, his feet taking him to his window as he watches the distant but quickly approaching waves of cold. His eyes nine closing in ponderance, the distinct thuds and explosions as parts of the cities magic generators were sundered, the magical essence mixing with the waves of cold, causing unusual side effects like warping sections of the city while vaporizing other parts, the wards placed within his home ensuring that chaos magic would affect it for at least a decade after the stasis took hold. One eye opening as he observes a random citizen running away before being transformed into a pile of cheese by a magically imbued cold wave that was sweeping that part of the city, a sigh and head shake being all he can give as the stasis crystals magic begins to petrify him, his home, and his hybrid creations habitats. His last act as the spell works its way up his chest is to begin humming 'what do you do with a drunken sailor'.

~Time Unknown, Location Ruins of a Forgotten City~

It had long been a statue considered an oddity after it was unearthed by the minotaurs a decade ago, some speculated it was a depiction of some ancient deity, other a perversion of the minotaur legendary figure Santa Claus, but many who passed and stared with pointed hooves at the figure could agree on two things.... that it was strange and that it was tall. The statue stood at a height of 19' 8" and appeared to have six arms, one of which was holding a large bag that had a scarce five odd letters on it, one hand positioned on its waistline and two more sets of arms folded across the figure's chest, its face hidden behind a smooth featureless mask that had what looked like to small eye slits on it. Due to the unusual nature of the artifact, it was moved into its own wing of the museum, so that those curious could examine it without being disturbed by other museum visitors. Attempts to take samples from the statue had drawn the oddest reaction because any attempts were met with debilitative shocks or waves of babbling about sheep and knife wielding rabbits fearfully, prompting a sign being placed next to it warning against touching the statue, directly or indirectly. Thus no one noticed at first that for some reason the tune "what do you do with a drunken sailor" had begun tobe hummed within the museum wing, the melody seeming to originate from the statue, nor did anyone notice the hairline cracks that had begun to form over the past four days.

Author's Note

as stated its a work in progress, feel free to submit ideas or tips, and for anyone familiar with aol chatroom rp , yes its that candyman