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由Virus編輯：
9/17/2019 2:53:54 AM
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Dear Watson
The halo rings float ominously above the planet, destroying any ship that gets close, or that attempts to attack the rings.
Virus’ voice can be heard across the solar system.
“Hehe, now nothing can come to help you fools. Soon this entire system will be on its knees, worshiping us horsemen as the gods we are. My plans are almost complete, yet you’ve only taken on 2 of the sins, pitiful.”
The world begins to shake, radars alert the people that something is coming from underneath the ground, moving toward some spot off in the mountains. The shaking stops, and the nanobot storm hides the mountain range.
“You’re running out of time, dear Watson”
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2 回覆由ImaDrizzit編輯： 9/17/2019 10:25:33 AMDear Virus, You say all your sins are ready to fight, yet I don’t see a single one of them taking action. Are you sure they aren’t afraid to fight me? Bring them on and I’ll enjoy the challenge, I need some practice before going and taking on you, pestilence, and the rest of your horsemen friends. Also don’t expect us all to kneel down and worship you as a god any time soon, the fact that you need six halo rings made by the greatest blacksmith in the galaxy to stop the few of us that is left speaks poorly for your godhood. If I’m running out of time then send your sins at me, let me make up for this loss in time and progress, and I’ll make short work of them. Just remember, the game is afoot, dear Virus and I’m ready to play. Are you? *Tips my bowler hat towards you.*
