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7/7/2011 4:17:11 PM
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The Floodyssey (no moar)
[b]You Have No Rights[/b]
I had sat there for maybe an hour or two a day.
The green banner had the lingering little parasites on it, their shadows dancing over the intricate Forerunner art. I had clicked on the blue text, looked at the ramblings, the declarations, the questions, the whinging and moaning, the stories, the rants and, scrolling below them for an infinity, the discussions, threads spanning hours, even days, the symbol besides several contained an evil face, bedevilled by flames. Of course, this was the Internet. And on the Internet, time passed with both speed immeasurable and sloth incomparable.
[Edited on 07.10.2011 5:05 AM PDT]
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I nodded and moved my hand cautiously but eagerly towards the light, shaking slightly. Into the recess I fumbled before my hand was engulfed in an electrifying sensation that made my hair stand on end and my nerves tingle. A bolt of power coursed up my arm, arcs of lightning dancing over my pale skin as the sensation shifted to my shoulder before finally dissipating around my head. I felt an energy course through my eyeballs and blinked reflexively to clear the feeling. I looked around. People to-and-froing in the sky-bound citadel who had once appeared as ordinary teenage boys were now hulking monstrosities, powerful robots, iconic peoples from history and the world of gaming. My mouth dropped in awe and I turned to Snakie. He was still a towering Slavic Neanderthal, but now he was wearing a cloak made of a deep dark colour that wavered between green, blue and a very burnished yellow, a cloak of scales, iridescent snakeskin. His eyes, I saw as my gaze was drawn, almost mesmerised, towards them, were aflame, orange embers burning in his irises and his pupils consisting of an all-too-familiar symbol, that which I had seen on Tom T's chest earlier, a symbol of tru7h and carnage: the Septagon. Snakie grinned broadly. "Are we ready to go back to the island now?" Dabi asked at my side. I turned to look at him quickly, stunned by the blur of pink in my peripheral vision. Before me stood a fox-like creature, covered with pink fur, its green eyes sparkling and its bushy tail flicking lazily behind its back. "...Dabi?" "What?" I swallowed, thinking of myself. "What have [i]I[/i] turned into?" I looked quickly down at my own body. Still a peasant boy. [Edited on 07.07.2011 8:37 AM PDT]
