I looked around me, after waking up from a much needed instant nap. I glanced to my left to see that skater was still unconcious, but his wounds had completely scabbed up. There was always something good, no matter where I was. I stood up and went into the kitchen of Danks cabin. There was a larder (I think that's what it's called...and old style fridge) with several meats. All of them had spices, such as Cilantro, Salt, and all sorts of other nice spices to keep it preserved. Nothing out of the ordinary. I saw something that I never wanted to see again, however.
I picked up a hammer in a nearby utility drawer (lucky guess) and looked at the small hole in the wall. "Mazzelh hole," I told myself with a gruff expression, kicking the hole in to show several of the little green rodents. They greeted me, though a little freightened. They must have not known that I betrayed Zoph...technically, I betrayed Cenere after he made a bad move.
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Dank smashed through the wall of the stable, killing one of his own penicorns while doing so. Why he did it? He thought it would be fun, despite that the door was only a few feet to his left. He laughed malevolently, and walked through the fresh hole in the wall. He had only done it with his bare fist. "This body can hold up nicely, I see," He said, only abnormally malevolent.
On his trip out, a piece of clothing got caught, and was ripped apart from his casual clothing. He continued walking, not even thinking about it. He saw several pedestrians making the best of it, and a few of the users working on random buildings or threads that were a WIP. He saw all the people enslaved. "Now it's my turn," He chuckled, running towards a slave driver, to punch him and his teeth out. Dank turned and kicked another man in the face, who was actually a starved slave. He didn't care, and laughed anyways.
He turned again, and ran towards what seemed to be the leader of the faction, punching him in the groin, then headbutting him. After that, he stuck his fingers in the leaders eye sockets, pulling them out with a brutal fashion. The leader fell down, and Dank took the flag of Strop and snapped it in half. "This faction belongs to ME now, GET BACK TO WORK," he yelled at the confused slave drivers and slaves. They did as they were told. No matter which faction or area you were in, there would always be low morale and even less care.
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Zophia was in a heavy run, her feet trampling the dusty ground of armorland as she made her way to the Tavern. She passed the Imaginarium and the Amphitheater, taking a left to near the tavern. She was almost sure that there was something to be known there, considering that the twins told her. The twins were almost all-knowing, but extremely malevolent. More malevolent than the wraiths, even. They killed and ghosted for no reason, they didn't search for the artifact of power like the rest of us. We wonder only, "Why?".
She hooked a corner and saw the entrance of the tavern, it's brass sign swinging in the slight wind of ArmorLand. It looked more abandoned than it should be. Sure, it was late at night, but all of armorgames is open...24/7. Why is it that it seemed so clear? She walked in and her eyes grew wide.
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Moegreche chuckled as he picked up an armorgamer, his new mech design a sheen, new color. It was a Lojimech, about 6 feet tall, and a small, most likely plexiglass window between him and the outside world with many mechanical devices inside. Moe had an aviator hat, with the goggles up.
He looked to his left, dropping the gamer, who was trembling and screaming out "WAAALRUUUUS, WHERE ARE YOU!?" in what seemed to be insanity, but could have been from shock. He saw none other than Zophia, her green fur like a gelatin or toothpaste. Her eyes were a deep, emerald green. Moegreche turned the mech towards her. He pulled down the microphone from the ceiling of the relatively small mech, and looked at zoph, speaking into it. The voice came out of two speakers in a marvelous hum. "Well, hello there Zophia, have you come for answers too?" He asked, laughing a little.
She only nodded, and pulled out the small broadsword from her sheathe strapped to her belt. Moegreche looked at her with a malevolent smile and ruby red eyes. He pulled out a small book from his pocket. "Modus-" Before he could finish his spell, Zophia charged at him and threw the sword through the window, cutting into the book Moe had in his hands. He pushed the sword out, and spoke into the microphone again, "That's how you wanna play?! SO BE IT," he yelled, making his mech interior turn into something anew.
The black leather chair slid back into the wall, as two extensions came out and gripped his arms and legs. He now had complete control over the mech. He set the hands and feet into a battle ready position.
Zophia charged and slashed at the window conceling Moegreche's body. Each shot had barely scratched the surface of the plexiglass, and moe threw the large stone fists at her. She dodged every shot. It was a dance of combat, and every 30 seconds or minute an actual punch would be exchanged. The Tavern dwellers stood or ran terrified, some jumping out of windows or hiding in bathrooms.
Moegreche finally got a decent grab on Zophia, and threw her out the window. She pulled out a gun from a holster as Moegreche pulled down the microphone, he knew one Lojick that was one of the worse. Zoph pulled the trigger and Moegreche yelled into the microphone, "WHAT DOTH LIFE?!". All around Zoph, the world crumbled at her feet, and the tavern dwellers had it the same. Moegreche looked as if he was floating in the air, and a slight ricochet of a bullet was heard. The floor of the tavern broke piece by piece, revealing a large portal at the bottom, swirling around with colors of black and red.
"Does the power of Lojick astound you!?" He yelled at the people around him, some of their heads collapsing in on themselves, the blood gushing out of their eyes. Zoph had a trained mind, and wasn't able to be so easily thwarted, however, she had a massive headache and a vein had recently appeared on her forehead.
'Make it stop!' she gasped within the confinds of her mind, having all functions of the body being taken over by the Lojick. She lost feeling in her left leg and right arm.
"DAMN YOU EZEKIEL!" She yelled in a manly voice, before collapsing on the ground.
"I better cheese it..." Moegreche said to himself, punching the door open and running out.
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Cenere heard the screams and crashes, and limped towards the exit, hoping to get to the aristocracy, or at least where the crashes came from. He took along with him a few kai clones, clad with swords and light chainmail. "You'll die Thoad...I'll see to that," he grunted under his breathe, limping towards the aristocracy as he drew a cargo vehicle with his thumb, which he slathered in ink.
I double posted for you guys, props go to Zoph for tha curing of my lonliness, allowing me to complete this biznatch of a segment.
