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 Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 3:43 pm
Crunch.
He looked sheepishly at his boss, and carefully, walked around the withered remains of vines. It had only been twenty-four hours since, and already the town was beginning to look normal again, filled with life.
"We count three-hundred and seventy-six survivors," the same guy finally said after much throat clearing, trying to ignore the corpses of those that did not make it. The team worked around them, dressed in various forms of cleanliness as grey was really not a flattering colour. "By our estimates, about fifteen percent will pass training."
"That's fine," his boss said almost flippantly. "You can relocate the rest, we don't want them to accidentally discover that they had other options."
"Well, to be fair," the first said, "I don't think the Hunters will dare set foot, not after-"
- "Then you don't know them as well as I do. I'm am sure certain ones would love to." She looked fondly at the helicopter parked next to the abandoned building. "I am pleased with the success rate though. Everything is going along perfectly." She paused and laughed loudly. "It's the type of thing an thing that a villain would say before a great movie sequel."
An eyebrow raise from the other. "Is that what you're calling this these days?"
"Isn't it much more interesting? An organization exploits too much power, goes evil, and destroys entire cities. That gives it so much more purpose."
"As opposed to the fact that we saved the world from being consumed by the grail?"
"Heroes are for people who have no other purpose than just serving others." She adjusted her wig again, and stared straight at the helicopter, pulling out a quarter. "Now, heads or tails?"
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Zoobey generated a random number between
1 and 10 ...
7!
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 3:44 pm
Once upon a time there was a prince that slept in a casket. He dreamed of reflection and that one day, it would free him.
It did not, and he realized he would have to save himself. He fashioned from his own reflection seven keys of each colour. They all had potential, and he made sure to make him his and not theirs.
The red key was given to someone who sought a little less.
The black key was given to someone who sought a little more.
The gold key was given to someone who sought others.
The white key was given to someone who sought themselves.
The blue key was given to someone who sought equality.
The violet key was given to someone who sought servitude.
And the last key, the green key, thought the prince, they must be given to someone who of course, sought substance over form. For wouldn't this spin the greatest lie that Creation has ever told?
He waited for it to bear fruit, and waited for his legacy to unfold. All of them after all, had the potential for Reflection. Enoh Love Congratulations! Ripley has gotten the last green key! His dice have been debuffed to one year lower hooray. In addition, he now has a green key tattooed on his arm - I wonder what this means
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 4:04 pm
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