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Post by frozenlake on Mar 21, 2016 9:32:34 GMT -8
There is a long pause before FLord finally answers.
"...I don't know."
"There is bound to be many more people out here in the void. They might need help as well. But at the same time, I'm... tired. I'm tired of being in this bleak endless abyss."
Turning to Patrick again, he asks.
"Should I think about myself and go for the sunlight of a universe? Or should I stay back and try to help as many people as I can, at the cost of my own sanity?"
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 21, 2016 10:00:30 GMT -8
The mechanic looks out into the void.
"There's likely thousands here in The Furthest Ring, it connects every session, failed or not, and SGAME propagates itself endlessly."
He pauses to take a breath, looking back towards FLord.
"It would take hundreds of billions of years for you to be able to help everyone that may be wandering here. I guess it comes down to your decision, do you want to live an Easy and Stable life? Or do you want to live a Dangerous one in the Hope of being able to help someone else, someone who might not even want your help?"
He pauses, waiting for the lost soul to answer.
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Post by frozenlake on Mar 21, 2016 12:21:42 GMT -8
"I..."
"...do you even want me to come with?"
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 21, 2016 12:24:59 GMT -8
"'Course I do. No one deserves to be left out here to die. But, it's your Choice. I can't force you to go...okay I probably could, but I'm not going to. I want you to come with us, but I can understand if you want to stay here."
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Post by frozenlake on Mar 21, 2016 12:26:07 GMT -8
"...okay lets go. I suppose it would be better to situate in a session rather than being out in the middle of nowhere anyway."
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 21, 2016 12:47:43 GMT -8
"Alright, follow me."
The driver flew down to where the Big Rig floated, standing next to The Stage's entryway.
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Post by frozenlake on Mar 21, 2016 12:50:18 GMT -8
Sighing, FLord releases the Crimson Meters, and plummets like a rock.
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 21, 2016 12:52:15 GMT -8
The Mechanic looks back up to make sure the Soulbot was following him... and realized he was plummeting right towards him. He casually, but quickly, moved to catch the other Pawn.
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Post by frozenlake on Mar 21, 2016 13:05:18 GMT -8
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 21, 2016 13:06:21 GMT -8
"...fuck I forgot how heavy this robot bastard is. Remose, can you get the door before my arms collapse?"
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Post by frozenlake on Mar 21, 2016 13:12:56 GMT -8
"how about you just set me on the ground so I stop looking like your bride."
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 21, 2016 13:14:22 GMT -8
The armored boy goes ahead and releases the soulbot.
"Right. Sorry."
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Post by frozenlake on Mar 21, 2016 13:19:26 GMT -8
Face in his hand, he walks inside of the Dome.
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 21, 2016 13:23:12 GMT -8
The Heir flew into the meteor ruins, solemnly searching for the bodies he knew would be floating in the rubble. Their graves had been "dug up" by the meteor's destruction, but they deserved to be reburied in the universe. He starts thinking about where he should bury them... his friends.
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Post by frozenlake on Mar 21, 2016 13:24:24 GMT -8
A couple of underlings approach the Dome, carrying a... okay why are they delivering a slab of rock.
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