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Post by zobz on Feb 21, 2012 22:33:41 GMT -5
A simple field. A thousand red souls floating in the air. A boy, without use for them running through the field. A nagging memory from long ago was telling him to eat. The boy's name is Zobz. He stood still. Seven suns hung in the air, casting seven shadows on the ground. I must be in Steins class again, he thought as a violet jelly fish raced past his head. This always happened in his class. He held a soul in his hand. Usually, he could feel past memories from souls, but this was blank. He shuddered. He could feel no souls present, but his eyes told a different story. He awoke with a shock, a dissection knife quavering in the wall beside him, and an unamused Stein staring into his soul.
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Post by reece the tech mod on Feb 22, 2012 6:29:10 GMT -5
Reece says aloud. "Zobs stay awake or maybe you'd like to try a new energy formula me and Stein made with piss." Stein waves Reece down and they continue with class.
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Post by zobz on Feb 23, 2012 21:26:50 GMT -5
Zobz shrugs it off with the cleaver knife, but knows he'll have to give it back. Zobz knew he needed a mission, but first he needed a weapon. Or did he? All this thinking made his head hurt.
Zobz knew he should find a mission but was too lazy to look at the list. "Resus" He asked, knowing Reece would hate the name, "Can I join you're [glow=red,2,300]mission" [/glow]
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