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オリジナルの投稿元:The New Dojo
10/20/2017 1:53:42 PM
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"If you wanna lets fight then."says the woman
[i]the woman had a very cold glare in her eyes. She would very well attack him if he isn't careful.[/i]
English
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She heard a light humming noise behind her. "Don't worry; you don't have to understand-just fall directly backwards." Suddenly an electrified net shot out of the cylinder he was holding, directly at her center of body mass.
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The scream lasted for about a milisecond as she unceremoniously flopped onto a metal floor about a meter below. It became apparent she was in the inside of a crate-drone, of which the door was closing rather quickly. The man slapped his knee. "Oh, the cut-off scream... classic..."
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Suddenly the inside of the drone was illuminated by a warm yellow light. Inside was a single, human-sized cannister, attached to the wall, next to it a hand-print pad. For some reason it didn't seem this was any old drone he had hacked and used as a trap...
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It opened with a creak, it's insides making it clear it was a medical capsule. On it was a post-it note reading 'If you're reading this, which you are, clearly, by virtue of reading this leaving this entire paragraph completely- You're some sort creature, vampire, probably, or one of those zombie insect things. Anyway, annoyingly, my boss thinks- well, to be honest, I'm not sure he [i]does[/i] think, but he says we need to put you in these ironically shaped capsules, you'll get.... somethinged... and then released back into the wild to frolicking wild and free- or something. Anyhow, the idea is that nobody causes any problems, and nobody leaves (because people are dying) and few people join (to help their friends), and definitely not because to put trackers on you (Just kidding) (He doesn't need you in the box to have a tracker on you; you got one as soon as you came in) So, put your hand on the thing and come right In.' For some strange reason, she got the feeling it was the man who had written that.
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The doors closed, leaving conplete, vantablack, all things suddenly jet black. Fortunately, for the first few seconds, nothing happened. Then she felt like a thousand incandescent knives plunged into every inch of her body, and, for a second, she felt pure, groggy bliss, and then everythig went black.
