LNH: Hungry, Hungry Sabertooths #INFINITY: "The Waste of Time"

Jeanne Morningstar mrfantastic7 at gmail.com
Tue Nov 24 21:15:07 PST 2020

Issue #INFINITY: "The Wastes of Time"
A tale of deep time wasting, by Jeanne Morningstar


When the lockdown started, Time Waster Lad wasn't too worried. This was 
an opportunity for the thing he was the absolute best in the world at 
which was, of course, wasting time. He had wasted time for billions of 
years to get back from the creation of the universe [Flame Wars 
II--Footnote Girl]. Wasting enough time to get to the lockdown was over 
would be trivial.

There were so many things that he could do. He could watch all of 
Supernatural, which was, allegedly, going to end this year [Amazingly, 
it actually did--FG]. He could finish properly learning how to play the 
bass. He could try and write the Great American Novel, or maybe make a 
GPT-3 script that could do that for him. He could... what was he doing 
again? Oh yes. He could list out all the things that he could do during 
while he waited for the lockdown to be over. He could organize all his 
rubber bands by color. He could... what was he doing again?

He decided to go ahead and start watching Supernatural. About ten 
seasons in, he started to feel a little strange. Not from all the 
dubious-quality television watching--that, he did all the time; he had 
even survived an day-long Baywatch Nights marathon once. No, it was 
because, well...

Usually, once he'd wasted time enough time, something would pull him 
back. Like aliens invading, or a cheesecake coming to life and rampaging 
across the LNH cafeteria. Usually he didn't have to waste time *all the 

His mind felt like a smear on a pair of glasses. He tried to rub his 
eyes but suddenly felt he had no eyes to rub and no hands to rub them 
with. He was floating outside his own body, drifting through the walls, 
floating outside the LNHQ.

There was a huge battle of different net.heroes, net.villains, kiwis, 
sheep and other that bursted out of the HQ and violently meandered its 
way toward the Net.ropolis Bandshell. "Oooh," said Time Waster Lad. 
Giant robots and monsters lumbered across the city and fought in 
sped-up, herky-jerky motion.

An enormous wave of violet energy flowed out of the Bandshell. A crowd 
of people flooded into the LNHQ. More heroes showed up, more battles 
broke out over and over again all over the city. Gradually, things 
started to change. Buildings were torn down and replaced by sleek 
metallic monstrosities. Neon signs popped up everywhere. Massive 
corporate logos dominated the scene. There were cyber-warriors and 
gangsters fighting it out int he alleyways. It was always night now, 
because of Drama.

The LNHQ itself was still there, though, now a museum which people 
walked into and out of every day. And Time Waster Lad still waited.

"Man, I wonder if Supernatural ever ended," he said to himself. "I 
forgot to check."

He watched and waited. There was a huge explosion that set fire to the 
sky. Net.ropolis was in ruins. Gradually, life took back hold; the 
buildings were overgrown by plants. A group of anthropomorphic animals 
milled about the city and soon moved in, their small huts turning into a 
larger civilization built on top of the old city. They left the LNHQ 
alone, though some stopped by to leave offerings.

"Huh. Furries," said Time Waster Lad.

Then new spaceships came down from the sky. The furries were gone; it 
wasn't clear where. The humans had come back to the city, rebuilding all 
the ruined towers into shiny sleek vaguely future-y edifices. More 
spaceships came, bringing aliens from everywhere, converging as one onto 
the LNHQ. There were other heroes, some of which Time Waster Lad 
recognized as alternate future heroes from adventures past [such as the 
LNH3k possibly?--FG]

Then the sky turned red again, spaceships began to explode and their 
flaming pieces fell down and wrecked the new towers. The ruined city was 
mostly left empty and alone, but beings came in and entered the LNHQ at 
times, some human, some otherwise.

And then the city began to grow back again, a series of even higher 
towers with a web of silver threads connecting them and joining them to 
something in space above. New heroes flew through the sky, including a 
pyramid-like being that Time Waster Lad immediately recognized as Usenet 
Prime of the Agents of the Intergalactic Network [see Flame Wars 
Final--FG], making his way, of course, for the LNHQ.

Gradually, over the course of what was probably thousands of years, it 
began to change. The towers transformed into cathedral-like buildings 
covered in gargoyles. Dragons began to fly through the air along with 
robed figures bearing staffs and spellbooks. A world of science had 
become one of magic, or science-magic or magic-science. There seemed to 
be a school of magic where the LNHQ had been. There was a kind of 
spiritual humidity, a sense of a powerful energy that was slowly dying.

The light of the world began to darken. The sky slowly turned red. The 
towers began to decay. The magic that the battling sorcerers flung at 
each other had a baneful air. Gradually, there were less and less 
people, and then there were none. The towers gradually crumbled away, 
leaving a plain of red sand.

The LNHQ was still there.

Surrounding it were a ring of stone statues, each as large as one of the 
old towers, that glowed a sickly green. Their forms seemed to slowly 
(even in this sped-up time) shift and twist. These were the Chaos Gods 
of the Deep Omnilooniverse, probably, or something like that. Time 
Waster Lad wasn't really up on his presbytertheology. [pseudo-Greek for 
'study of Elder Gods'--FG]

"Shit," said Time Waster Lad. "Well, I guess I can't stop now. I'll have 
to ride this out to the end, whatever that is."

The sun grew larger and larger and the Earth began to crumble. A wall of 
red fire advanced on him, growing steadily larger and larger, and then 
swallowed up everything. Then it subsided and faded away, leaving a dim 
light that faded to nothing. The Earth was gone.

The LNHQ was still there. With the Earth gone, the sub-basements were 
now exposed to open air, a huge structure that seemed to shift like a 
hypercube. Time Waster Lad wondered if his body was still in there 
somewhere, or if even the dust had crumbled away into dust.

He waited a very, very long time. He saw a floating rock flash by with a 
Time Crapper talking to an ethereal figure and a group of young 
net.heroes [Ultimate Mercenary #7--FG] And then--

His nonexistent nostrils were hit by a distinctive horrible stench. He 
was in the Rear-End of Time, a time when space itself seemed to be 
rotting away. And there was a fortress in the shape of an outhouse with 
the symbol of a moon on it, the Time Crapper's citadel--which had once 
been the LNHQ.

He wondered what would happen next. There were a number of theories of 
how the universe would end and, because of the nature of Hypertext-Time, 
all of them were true. He wondered which one he would end up with. Would 
he enter the birth of a new universe, or would he suffer through the 
final heat death, wasting time as the universe got darker and colder 

He had his answer. The remains of space rushed back together. There was 

Time Waster Lad saw, for the second time, the creation of the universe.

He wondered if he'd entered into an entirely new universe and was about 
to become some kind of Galactus analogue, but then he caught a glimpse 
of him and his teammates fighting the Anti-Drizzt [FWII again] and 
realized that this was one of those stories where time loops back in on 
itself in a kind of Nietzschean way. He waited. From the glowing cloud 
of creation stars and planets began to congeal, the Earth itself formed, 
and he gradually drifted back down into it until he found himself in his 
own body in the present.

He rubbed his eyes, finally, and looked at the time on his laptop. One 
minute had passed.

"Oh come on," said Time Waster Lad.

He went back to catching up on more TV shows. It went on like that for a 
while. He'd managed to stabilize himself after the first burst of 
time-wasting, especially when he started playing more games and 
interacting more with other people, but every so often the time-wasting 
acceleration would hit him again, giving him a somewhat different future 
each time but always ending up in the same place.

It wasn't *all* bad, though. The third time he ended up in the Rear-End 
of Time, he heard a voice calling to him: "Hi, cutie!"

He looked up and saw, wearing the Time Crapper's robes, the familiar 
face of Tamela. "Oh hi!" he said. "What are you doing here?"

"Well," she said, "that was the final outcome after the Time Crapper and 
I were split. He erased himself from history, in the end, and I took his 

"Just like the original Time Trapper and Glorith, I guess," said Time 
Waster Lad, clearly being written by a writer who had never let go of 
referencing arcane comics plots.

"I wonder if he ever really existed apart from me, in a sense. Maybe he 
created me, as a result of his initial experiments with time, as the 
person he always wanted to be."

"Wow," said Time Waster Lad.

They talked for a while, about everything and nothing. Time Waster Lad 
now had those conversations with the Time Crapper who was Tamela (he had 
no idea which number she was) when he reached the Rear-End of Time. 
Still, he was getting a little tired of it, and after the seventh time 
he witnessed the death and rebirth of the universe he decided to talk to 
someone about it. He randomly dialed Bad-Timing Boy.

"Hi," he said. "Listen, I've been going through some stuff..."

"Me too." Bad Timing Boy laughed. Time Waster Lad wanted to talk, but he 
coudln't even begin to put it into words.

"Listen," said Bad Timing Boy. "I know things have been tough lately, 
but they could be worse. At least we're safe..."

The alarm went off. The LNHQ was under attack.,



Well I primarily blame William Hope Hodgson's House of the Borderland 
for this. Also reading Drew's wonderful recent arc on Burst Beetle 

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