[color=#FFFFFF]Hmm what a birdie, what did my lovely Asylum sing
through the metal mouth again? What's this? Guitar tune? Slow monotonous voice? I get it! The birdie is
over emotional! Bad place to be spawned in then birdie! Should have stayed in the mother egg. When I look
to the sky I don't see stars I see their light sent millions of years ago so I guess from here on your beautiful
song has tainted colors.
But the over-emotional birdie spoke of choice'¦I am a nice girl with a rather wicked mind but I will give a
choice birdie.
The all famous "Kiss a barrel" choice with design suited to fit your mouth! Aviable at Detroit munitions
And the all favorite crowd-pleaser 'The Rockstart brain splatterer!' Cody should be able to find one for you!
It's absolutely amazing! The only drawback is won't be able to see the beautiful artwork on the wallpaper
behind you left when you press the trigger!
There's a choice for you emotional-birdie! I'll sing you a song about the fear you spoke of after you make
that choice!
Ah Dane, your words often cause conflicting emotions in my mind as I brood over the Renegades newest plans... As King do I usurp others right to be their own 'King' as well, or am I just another part of the nature of Kings, born to fight for sovereignty each in our own way...
Drifting through the deep clouds of the California system, A whisper of a sound reaches Lavinia's mind. The signal, weak, faint, yet...close...She grasps it in an instant, smiling as the sweet melody floods her mind, the simulated hearing losing no quality in transmission. The voice of this strange person echoes across her consciousness, though a slight pang of sadness eats at her while she listens...With some effort, she sends a burst transmission back to the source...
The camera highlights a large, dark room. In the center, a pillar of what seem to be cables stretch from the roof, down to a humanoid figure slumped on her knees in the center of the room. Looking at the camera, her eyes are a brilliant blue, luminescent in the darkness. Her voice echoes from nowhere, seeming to be recorded from no visible means, no echo in such a vast room...as the figure shifts, it appears she might not even be entirely human...
I never forgot my dreams.
My childhood...I can't even remember it...d-did it even happen? The first thing I remember is waking up, with a broken body and my...'mentor' guarding me...
My only dream was...t-to explore. Never to hurt, never to...kill...I already broke that promise...
But...My dream came true...sometimes they come true, and we never realise it because of what overshadows it's arrival. My dream...to explore...ended with me trapped here, with no way to survive o-outside. The life I could've had was stolen from me before it even e-existed...
But...we're all free, s-somehow, right? Theres always a chance to break away...right?
Maybe I'll escape someday...
I...I don't remember most of the dreams I ever had. But maybe someday I'll have the chance to remember, to live again. You're right...we always have choices.
I'm sorry if I don't make much sense...i'm still n-not okay.
A million dollars isn't cool. You know what is cool? A basilisk.