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    That looked out over the eocean.
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    It was a simple plan.
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    X's avatar was astonished!
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    It refused to ask the lightning goddess out on a date.
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    The turducken was still less than impressed, however.
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    The beast screams in pain and shies back through the hole. "After it," calls Ashley.
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    They weren't particularly fancy otherwise, however.
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    The turducken was fined a large sum.
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    But it knew perfectly what it itself was.
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    Which was, surprisingly, not that confused.
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    Psyder strode across the courtyard with a firm and confident gait. Wyrn's normal, human troops moved back in fear as he passed. He was used to it by now. But a small part of him noticed, and was pleased; an army with a healthy dose of fear ingrained was an army well under control. The guards let him pass without comment. They knew who he was, and they knew better than to challenge his authority. In the early days of his partnership with the Wyrn, they hadn't been so smart, and Psyder had been forced to... correct them. Wyrn had remedied the situation quickly, if with some irritation. Quite the practical man, the Wyrn was. Take his home, for instance. The castle that the Wyrn inhabited was very much a fortress. Other kings might have palaces with huge, opulent rooms proclaiming their prosperity and wealth. Not Wyrn. A god had no need to declare his wealth; the whole world already belonged to him. Hence, the very sturdy iron doors leading into the throne room, doors strong enough to hold back an army on the threshold. When closed black iron bars slid across in a simple but almost indestructible pattern. They also served to intimidate - Wyrn knew just as well as Psyder the power of fear. The prisoners kneeling in the center of the room certainly seemed intimidated. Wyrn towered over them in his throne, his face masked in carefully arranged shadow. "So," he declared, his voice echoing througout the chamber. "You have chosen... silence." He sighed, a long exhalation of breath that managed to convey both disappointment and disinterest at the same time. "Very well. Let the consequences so fall." His gaze fell on Psyder as he spoke, and the Myrkaal grinned. Perfect timing, he thought, and slowly stretched out his hand. And fired.
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    I shall request an amusing image/text combination!
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    From the ground up.
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    The beast roared in fury and returned fire. (Literally)
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    But there was a problem.
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    With a roar, the monster burst through the hole created by its fire breath, smoke curling from its lips.
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    Ashley quickly and dexterously loaded her gun and pointed it at the metal sheet. "Watch out," she said as a plume of fire melted through it.
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    "Technically speaking," said Gerald, "this whole world is a trap."
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    The immortal Venture!
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    To great rejoicing!
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    @Frustration
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    One can request memes!?
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    Psyder stumbled from the shadow of the rock, breathing heavily. Shadow-travel took its toll, indeed. The journey there and back had reduced his energy stores to dangerous levesl- his Shadow was beginning to stir. If he didn't feed it soon, it would start feeding on his own soul. Any further usage of his powers would only accelerate that process, so if he were to be attacked he would have precious few options if he wished to survive. Luckily, he wouldn't need to let the Shadow go unfed for much longer. He looked up at Wyrn's castle, an imposing fortress of solid black stone, and smiled. Yes... the prisoners there should be more than sufficient. Sufficient enough that he could afford to spend a little more power on the way in. The twisted script tattooed into his arms began to glow black. Power condensed into thick cords like black vines around his arms and legs. He took a step forwards, the cords moving like extra muscles to give him a boost of pure power. A few steps, a hop, and a brief climb later, he was over the wall and into the compound. He dropped the vines - no sense in wasting power - and went to go find Wyrn. It was time to feed.
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    "The weapons cache," said Ashley, popping one of the floor tiles open. "It should have... aha!" She reached inside and pulled out a pistol triumphantly. "That'll come in handy," she muttered, tucking it into her lab coat. "Now-" She was interrupted by the door behind her exploding as a giant red beast crashed through.
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    Who was reanimated!
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