FritzyMagpies

"World Peace" He watched as the second hand made its last twitches towards the top of the hour.  As it passed, the minute hand moved with it.  For one fleeting moment the hands of the old pocket watch all pointed to the twelve. "Precisely noon," he said.  "One year today." Dr. Finitevus snapped the vintage pocket watch shut.  He opened a warp ring, reached through, and set the watch back on his desk many miles away. One year ago today his hex had taken full effect.  Knuckles, the Guardian of greatest power and most wasted potential, had been transformed into Enerjak.  With s