-The throne room of the Castle of The Secluded and Tropical Nation of Koosalagoopagoopakuzbekistanahamas-<br/><br/><br/>The Dayman was pacing back and forth across the throne room, exposed royal chest glistening, and lost deep in thought. His chest wasn't glistening from sweat mind you, a good royal chest simply always glistens. However, it will never sparkle in as magnificent of fashion as his royal codpiece. Truly a national treasure for all the kingdom to adore. The Dayman stopped in his royal tracks, filled his lungs with a spectacular amount of air, and took his royal victory pose.<br/><br/>"That's it! Treasure! What princess would not love treasure on her name day?"<br/><br/>Apparently, the speaking of the word treasure granted The Dayman with the idea of treasure hunting for his graceful wife's birthday present, so he resolved to do so. What? Ahh...ah yes my prince. No, no it is my fault. I apologize entirely.<br/><br/>The Dayman wishes me to clarify that it was not, in fact, through any help of the narration that the conclusion to treasure hunt was reached. It was, however, simply on the edge of his tongue the entire time and he was not given the proper amount of time to make his exclamation before I made my claims so recklessly.<br/><br/>Now that this issue has been resolved (I apologize once again, my prince), The Dayman slumped down (with perfect posture I might add) in his seat nestled near to the throne. With a single royal motion, he slid back the buckle and released the portal to infinity. He thrust his head into the belt and began to search for his wife's prize.<br/><br/>After an absurd amount of a few minutes (Which obviously is hours to royalty. They cannot be held to the standards of mere commoner time, it could never properly capture the importance of royal attention and presence), he found a map containing "The Land of Obsidian". He pulled his head from infinity (still with perfect hair of course) and bellowed.<br/><br/>"That's it! Diane adores obsidian! Though, not nearly as much as she adores her prince...but what could be worth more than an obsidian crystal plucked by her very husband?! I shall leave at once!"<br/><br/>The Dayman grabbed a hold of the infinity belt, dove inside, and pulled the belt in behind him.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>-The Land of Obsidian-<br/><br/>The Dayman landed with a royal thud, quite louder than thuds made by, no doubt, drunken vagrants. He stood proud and his purple cloak flowed behind him, despite finding himself inside of a laboratory and independent of any breeze or wind source. Positioning his hand above his brow, he began to scout the area.<br/><br/>"I spy with my royal eyes aaa-ooooph!" He came crashing down after tripping over a power strip and, pun entirely intended (for puns are rated quite highly in the kingdom), he tripped it as well and sent the equipment in the room into a whizzing ruckus. Choosing not to notice this, of course, The Dayman spied a splendid shard of obsidian on the floor. He stood in a most joyous manner and released a royal shout.<br/><br/>"This is it! It is so perfect! It can never be altered to be more splendid. Oh how I wish I could clone it!"<br/><br/>The dated computers, having terrible voice recognition software (that or they were not set to "royal"), shouted across the room accompanied by alarms.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Alteration improbable. Project Midnight cloning process initiated. 404 Error: Specimen not found.</span></span><br/><br/>A giant mechanical claw leapt from the ceiling and began to swing about the lab, where it inevitably found the barreled chest of The Dayman. It snatched the prince up and strapped him to a chair with an abundance of wires frayed about. A light flashed upon The Dayman to capture his molecular image, and the light reflected off the superiorly shiny surface of his codpiece and destroyed the machine, releasing him from the chair.<br/><br/>"Well...that doesn't normally happen in The Secluded and Tropical Nation of Koosalagoopagoopakuzbekistanahamas. Such a strange land. Um...what..is this?"<br/><br/>He turned to a chair positioned next to the one he was recently freed from. A form began to take shape in the chair and the prince, with no caution at all (royalty fears nothing you see, everything is beneath them).<br/><br/>"What...is this?"<br/><br/>A man, still slightly bathed in light, looked up from the chair with the same royal blue eyes that are possessed by our exquisitely dressed hero.<br/><br/>"Where...where am I?"<br/><br/>He reached out and grabbed hold of the obsidian shard in The Dayman's hand, and the laboratory began to flash red.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Error. Error. Cloning process contaminated. Abort. Abort. </span></span><br/><br/>The Dayman began to look around for plugs.<br/><br/>"Well you heard the disembodied commoner lady. Abort damn you!"<br/><br/>He started to pull switches and levers and whatchamadoos everywhere. Mainly just the coffee maker...it has alot of gadgets.<br/><br/>The clone reached towards him and fell out of the chair.<br/><br/>"No! Stop! I command you!<br/><br/>His form, altered by the obsidian began to his clothing dark, even down to his soul.<br/><br/>"Stop. NOW COMMONER."<br/><br/>He reached up from the ground, still glowing from the cloning process and brushed his palm against the infinity belt as the prince backed away and stomped on a self destruct button, which was placed uncharacteristically on the floor.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">Self destruct in...five...four...</span></span><br/><br/>The Dayman dove inside his belt just in time to escape.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">three...two...o....</span></span><br/><br/>The clone huddled beneath a nearby desk and waited....and...well...kept waiting. After about an hour of being perched under the furniture he crawled out and took a look at the nearest computer. The battery icon read "0%". He slammed a fist down onto the computer, fueled with obsidian rage.<br/><br/>"Filth. There can be only one." He paused, hoping to be scolded by his own narrator for the poor reference to such a wonderful film, and continued on with his concise monologue.<br/><br/>"I will end you, with these hands, if it is the last thing I do."<br/><br/>He placed his hands dramatically upon the top of the computer desk and drew his face in close enough to see his reflection, and smirked.<br/><br/>"For I am...The Nightman."<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>-Stormfront-<br/><br/>The Dayman fell flat on his back at the feet of an odd bandaged woman. He looked up and smiled a royal smile.<br/><br/>"You know, I would comment further, but I really ought to...wrap this up."