by Rypta Gud'n and Zod
Rhyme Guardian lay in his quarters, wanting to try something, but hesitant. He finally makes up his mind to do it. He reaches into the rhyme force and feels around.
Each person in the world leaves an impression on the rhyme force, like a fingerprint. Rhyme Guardian had found that, with his funky new powers, he could reach into the rhyme force and use it for his own ends. He felt around for one of these "fingerprints." It was a long shot, but worth a try.
He feels an impression in the rhyme force. He smiles. He knew he wasn't crazy.
"What is the Rhymer's rhyme force news?
Has he found the one called Gooz?"
While probing the rhyme force for Gooz's fingerprint, Rhyme Guardian stumbles across something that shouldn't be there: a few million Europeans that should be dead. He pushes harder into the force until he is was pulled in by an unknown force.
Rhyme Guardian finds himself floating in netherspace. Before him lay the floating continent of Europe.
"Welcome," a strange voice says.
Rhyme Guardian: "Who's there? Where am I?"
"I am Infinity. You have entered the crossroads of all creation. This is the Nexus."
Rhyme Guardian: "Okay... Why am I here? What the hell is going on?!"
Infinity: "Your own search brought you here. Before you is the continent of Europe, frozen in time just as it was when the Arch-Moderator tore it from your universe."
Rhyme Guardian: "That's wonderful news. We can just slap it back into place."
Infinity: "I can do this for you. But I request something in return."
Meanwhile, the walls to Gooz's prison buckle, and in steps the MBL. "It's about freaking time."
Agent F7: "Hey, nothing says we have to break your chains, buddy."
Gooz: "Very funny."
The opposite wall to the dungeon explodes in a burst of flame. Out steps Warlord, Famine, and Pestilence.
Warlord: "Gooz is mine. And now, so are you."