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Poor Sanjay's sanity did not survive his encounter with the MegaMask. But then again... Sanity is overrated in a world owned by chaos, is it not? Perhaps some strange blessing followed him.

Perhaps it did not. But Simone found something beneath the skyscraper-- quite possibly the lever to breaking the brain of all five bus-stop patrons, but who knows-- and set it back down again afterwards. The tendency of overworked beancounters to have their offices...

And job titles...

Switched with the overbearing bosses who made their lives so rigid and structured afterwards might have been accidental, or it might have been by design.

It's sometimes hard to tell with the MegaMask. If our Earth was found in her dimension, on some mirror Milky Way... would we ever really know?

Well, she'd probably have a bit more subtlety than 2020 was, to be honest.

Anyway, with the building returned much like but not too much like it once was, Simone's enormous legs pinwheeled faster and faster alongside her until they took on the appearance of spinning wheels of really shredded, really beautiful legs revolving at high speeds along the edge of her bikini bottom and its polka-dots. Soon, her legs become great discs of green...

And away she goes, at superluminal speeds yet again. With her body phasing through the air, no resistance can harm her (nor do the inhabitants of her earth experience even a c-fractional, let alone greater than c level impact. Not that she'd allow that.

After all, Simone keeps her stuff here. She wants to feel her strength in action, though...

And it feels like the world isn't tough enough for the task. Oh, sure, she's been smacked around by the supers who came after her, briefly. Okay, she thinks. There's gotta be somebody who can play pingpong in my league, right? That's how it works-- I open the gate, I get to have some fun...

And it's true. The Mask, become the MegaMask has opened the gateway further. But the power that collects within her cannot be contained by most mortal shells. Simone, and her MegaMask, are unique in the halls of Chaos. Any power so granted might be impossible... like the MegaMask itself.

What Simone chooses to do with her power is her business. For now, she can find no near-equal, not in any aspect of her power that she cares to test. Not in speed, not in strength, and certainly not in creative energies.

Looping 'round and 'round the earth, then straight through it once more, she hunts for someone, anyone to fight. Entire Hollow Earths (or at least Hollow Crust/Mantle) are created, complete with histories spanning four billion years, plausible... ish... in bubbling and hyperdense material and similar technobabble. Great kaiju are grown deep beneath the planet; time bends around the magnificent muscles of the MegaMask.

It is not in her control. Not yet. But...

It's there.

Sadly, even those great beasts are little more than flies, and Simone isn't the kind to pull wings off anything*. Even a wasp, she'd rather squash.

*I mean, mecha-wings of doom not included, and if you gotta tear off the dragon's wings to get the bio-bond for the next level, you gotta do what you gotta do. Just, not generally in the boys-pulling-wings-off-flies sort of sense.

Still, she kicks a few of them around, and plays basketball with a more bipedal specimen. But the Mask wants its wearer to have fun.

So, for feats of strength, there's only one place to go.

A place the Mask knows well, but has never been as the MegaMask.

Jotunheim.

---

So that's what she was up to, or at least, what was up that she put there. The latest installment of my commission for It's mostly an appendage to yesterday's, but that makes it a good way to exposit a bit. To see what sort of potential the Mask might get up to in the future , I heartily recommend Entropy232's page.

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Poor Sanjay's sanity did not survive his encounter with the MegaMask. But then again... Sanity is overrated in a world owned by chaos, is it not? Perhaps some strange blessing followed him.

Perhaps it did not. But Simone found something beneath the skyscraper-- quite possibly the lever to breaking the brain of all five bus-stop patrons, but who knows-- and set it back down again afterwards. The tendency of overworked beancounters to have their offices...

And job titles...

Switched with the overbearing bosses who made their lives so rigid and structured afterwards might have been accidental, or it might have been by design.

It's sometimes hard to tell with the MegaMask. If our Earth was found in her dimension, on some mirror Milky Way... would we ever really know?

Well, she'd probably have a bit more subtlety than 2020 was, to be honest.

Anyway, with the building returned much like but not too much like it once was, Simone's enormous legs pinwheeled faster and faster alongside her until they took on the appearance of spinning wheels of really shredded, really beautiful legs revolving at high speeds along the edge of her bikini bottom and its polka-dots. Soon, her legs become great discs of green...

And away she goes, at superluminal speeds yet again. With her body phasing through the air, no resistance can harm her (nor do the inhabitants of her earth experience even a c-fractional, let alone greater than c level impact. Not that she'd allow that.

After all, Simone keeps her stuff here. She wants to feel her strength in action, though...

And it feels like the world isn't tough enough for the task. Oh, sure, she's been smacked around by the supers who came after her, briefly. Okay, she thinks. There's gotta be somebody who can play pingpong in my league, right? That's how it works-- I open the gate, I get to have some fun...

And it's true. The Mask, become the MegaMask has opened the gateway further. But the power that collects within her cannot be contained by most mortal shells. Simone, and her MegaMask, are unique in the halls of Chaos. Any power so granted might be impossible... like the MegaMask itself.

What Simone chooses to do with her power is her business. For now, she can find no near-equal, not in any aspect of her power that she cares to test. Not in speed, not in strength, and certainly not in creative energies.

Looping 'round and 'round the earth, then straight through it once more, she hunts for someone, anyone to fight. Entire Hollow Earths (or at least Hollow Crust/Mantle) are created, complete with histories spanning four billion years, plausible... ish... in bubbling and hyperdense material and similar technobabble. Great kaiju are grown deep beneath the planet; time bends around the magnificent muscles of the MegaMask.

It is not in her control. Not yet. But...

It's there.

Sadly, even those great beasts are little more than flies, and Simone isn't the kind to pull wings off anything*. Even a wasp, she'd rather squash.

*I mean, mecha-wings of doom not included, and if you gotta tear off the dragon's wings to get the bio-bond for the next level, you gotta do what you gotta do. Just, not generally in the boys-pulling-wings-off-flies sort of sense.

Still, she kicks a few of them around, and plays basketball with a more bipedal specimen. But the Mask wants its wearer to have fun.

So, for feats of strength, there's only one place to go.

A place the Mask knows well, but has never been as the MegaMask.

Jotunheim.

---

So that's what she was up to, or at least, what was up that she put there. The latest installment of my commission for It's mostly an appendage to yesterday's, but that makes it a good way to exposit a bit. To see what sort of potential the Mask might get up to in the future , I heartily recommend Entropy232's page.

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