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The doctor didn't seem to care, people in Tsen were like this. After a while, he brushes his hands off and steps away from you. "Good to go there. Step out this way." He walks over to the door and opens it, waiting for you.
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A sentry walks just out of your line of sight.
Some men approach you, all in nice suits. "Excuse us doctor." The doctor nods, walking off. The men look at you, clearing their throats. "A-HEM! Apologies if this is a rude awakening, but, ah. He summons you."
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"He doesn't need an introduction, I'm afraid." He says bluntly, hands crossed behind his back.
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"Uh... alright? What does he need from me, then?" |
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"Your expertise, of course. He'll pay handsomely for you to help him in a... project." You have no idea who this man is, but the "pay handsomely" part intrigued you... you were still skeptical, though.
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"Can't say here." He says bluntly.
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"Come with us." They motion with you. The employees seem completely unaware of what's happening their selves it seems.
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"Alright, fine." Follow them. |
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They walk out to a car, they open up one of the doors. "Step inside, please."
{You dare raise your sword against God himself? You shall burn in his LIGHT!} |
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A global-chat ship rises above the decaying landscape of the Roleplaying forum; Her swept, white, delicate wings, as if designed and built by God Himself, gleam against the acrid sun. A beautiful angel in the wasteland of furries, apocalypse copies, and dead-end threads. Like the Angel at the entrance to Eden, she unsheathes her weapon; A 50-inch Righteous Cannon, ammo of pure Energy, smelted by the Olympic Gods themselves. A single round is fired into the thread, cracking like a whip among the ceaseless chatter of the braindead forumers.
All hath ended, the sands of time go still, the sky clears. All has ceased, the forum has been purified of the evil, and the ROBLOX Forum has been made holier. |
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oh, thank you like for that.
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Get in the car. "The secretive cliche, eh?" |
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(Be patient, jesus, I've been busy.)
As you get in, the other men walk back inside. Without much notice, they drive off to whatever they had in store for you. They didn't speak nor say anything. They just drove.
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