doc_holliday wrote:nice! how did you make it?
I have a theory...
Our friend here one day ventured to the fires of Mount Doooom. Not Mount Doom. What is this, Lord of the Rings? But rather Mount Doooom. And in there was a boiling pit of lava.
In the middle, perched on a rock, stood Jens, muttering under his breath. Peter approached Jens and asked what was wrong. Jens told him that he was forging a sword in the fires of Mount Doooom to fight his evil arch-nemesis, Jens Johnson.
"Who told you to do it here?"
"I don't know," replied Jens. "I just found this envelope with a paper inside that said I could forge the perfect sword if I came to forge it in the fires of Mount Doooom."
"Well who wrote the letter?"
"I don't know, it was blank--- wait, in the corner... Jens Johnson and associates..."
Jens started swearing, chucking his half-made sword across the lava, and stomped up and down the rock, speaking in tongues only known to two species of moose.
"Well let's see how far you've gotten!" screamed Peter, catching the sword just before it fell into the lava. Pulling it out, he revealed a shining sword of sterling silver.
"What the hell that sword was made of iron"
"I don't know, but it looks like it could chop a hair off of an ant's ballsack!" cried Peter in happiness.
"You must be... the one the gods sent to bring balance to the jenserverse..."
"What the hell is the jenserverse" said Peter.
But Jens had no time to answer, for brandishing a sword of blackest steel lunged in JENS JOHNSON.
"It's a trap!" cried Jens Johansson.
And so, Peter, clutching Jens Johansson's sword of silver, did battle. Ducking left and right, he managed to stab Jens Johnson right in the anus. But the sword could not handle such dark energy, and shattered, along with the essence of Jens Johnson, dissipating through the top of Mount Doooom.
"I was going to give you the sword if you won," said Jens. "After all, without you, I would have never been able to forge it. The jenserverse has been restored. Ask of me what you will."
But humble Peter only picked up one of the shards of silver. Pausing to think, he also found one of the remaining black strands of evil Jens Johnson's hair. Finding a hole in the silver, he put it in, and summoned his forging energy to make the shape of the Infinite sign.
"This shall be my parting gift. A way to remember you and your friends. May the jenserverse exist in peace forevermore."
And so it did. Peter spread his wings and flew out of Mount Doooom, clutching the silver pendant he had made, hanging on Jens Johnson's hair. Dark and light. Such was the Infinite cover.
A piece of the weapon of light, and a piece of the agent of darkness. Yes. Balance. The jenserverse was truly at peace now.
And that's how he got the pendant!
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