Editing Apogee: Doomed (section)

==Backstory==
*''When did you first learn of your doom?'' - When I got dropkicked into Earth-1 from the ''What If?'' dimension, I had a moment of communion with the Oneirocosm. It conveyed the threat of the Nihilactor to me, and in the dark shadow of its reflected panels of possibility, I saw the face of Dream Crusher and ''knew'' what was coming.
*''Where did you get your sanctuary?'' - It turns out that since I got here, the Oneiric Projection Chamber only really works in tune with my powers. I'm like a magnet throwing off a compass. Since the Academy isn't using it and most of the students don't even know how to get there, I've made it my hangout spot.
*''Why do you oppose your nemesis?'' - I want to live. I want to have the full life and rich character development that Alvin A. Apex didn't get to have. I'm not gonna lay down and die, no matter how cosmically hopeless it is. And even if I was still just the old me, powerless, I'd want to do everything I could to stop Dream Crusher. He's an evil, evil asshole who needs to be shut down before he hurts more people - even more so if his faction really is the bad seed that turns Python into the guys threatening Kelly's future.
*''Who, outside of the team, is crucial to defeating your nemesis?'' - It burns me up to admit it, but Emperor Omphalos is the only person I've seen in this reality who I truly believe is self-absorbed enough to stare the Nihilactor in the face and say "no, you move."
*''Why does the team matter to you?'' - I try to keep it light and happy, but I know that when people at this Pinnacle look at me, they see their Alvin, Alvin-Prime: the classmate who betrayed them and died badly at the hands of a supervillain. The team isn't like that. They see ''me.'' Maybe that's just wishful thinking, but wishful thinking's my specialty!

===The Deep Lore===
(from ''Masks Unbound'')

AH. YOU ARE HERE. YOUR MIND IS LIMITED, BUT I CAN NARROW MY EXISTENCE TO THE SLIMMEST SLIVER SO WE MAY CONVERSE. YOU NOW VIEW THE EQUIVALENT OF A SHADOW OF A CHILD’S DRAWING OF THE THING THAT IS ME. BUT IT IS THE BEST WE CAN DO.

HELLO MORTAL. I AM '''THE ONEIROCOSM.''' 

ACROSS EXISTENCE, THE MINDS OF SENTIENT LIFE, NO MATTER HOW INSIGNIFICANT AND BLINKERED, BEAR A DEEP POWER. THEY PRODUCE INFINITE FLEETING WORLDS THAT EXIST ONLY IN THEIR CONCEPTION, OR SO THEY BELIEVE. IN TRUTH, THOSE WORLDS DO NOT DISSIPATE WITHIN THE FLOTSAM OF FANCY. THEY BECOME A PART OF SOMETHING GREATER THAN THEM. THEY BECOME A PART OF ME. AND IN SO DOING, THEY COME ALIVE, MADE REAL WITHIN MY ENDLESS DEPTHS.

I UNDERSTAND. IT IS DIFFICULT TO CONCEIVE OF, BUT YOU MUST TRY. I BRING YOUR PRIMITIVE MIND BEFORE ME TODAY BECAUSE I...<br>
BECAUSE YOUR...<br>
BECAUSE...<br>
BECAUSE YOUR ASSISTANCE IS NEEDED, THOUGH IT PAINS ME TO SAY.

A WAR RAGES IN THE DEEPEST SUBDIMENSIONS OF THE UNIVERSE. IN MICROFACETS OF THE BOUNDLESS SHIMMERING REALITY, I FACE OFF ENDLESSLY WITH MY OPPONENT - '''THE NIHILACTOR''' - A BEING OF NOTHINGNESS AND OBLIVION. IT CRAVES THE SILENT, STILL VOID OF NONBEING. WITH EVERY PASSING MOMENT IT SCREAMS IN RAGE AS I SWELL WITH THE CREATIONS WITHIN ME...AND IT TEARS AT ME, GNAWS AT ME, RIPS WHOLE WORLDS FREE OF ME AND PLUNGES THEM INTO ITS OWN ABYSS. I NOW FIND MYSELF DIMINISHED BY THE NIHILACTOR’S ASSAULT. COSMIC NULLITY THREATENS ENTIRE DIMENSIONS AND THE COUNTLESS BEINGS CONTAINED THEREIN.

I AM IN NEED OF AID.

[[Masks:_Apogee]]