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8/9/2015 8:38:07 PM
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[i]I sit outside in the storm, loving the sharp feeling of the sand on my skin. The only thing keeping me awake, I finely grew tired of the sand. I lay there, a flower in my hand. I smile. Hope they're doing well...[/i]
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"TEAR EM TO PIECES!!!"
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[i]I frown. Guess that was too much to wish for. I get up, sand swirling around me. I focus, and a light surrounds me. It fades, revealing myself in my cloak. The runes on the cloak glow and move as if they were alive, and a power fills the air, destroying all energy scanners from being overloaded. I move steadily to the entry point, the ground giving way as I step, the sand making me a path. The air is full of a terrible aura, the ground trembling n small earthquakes. I enter the doir, and look around, the air whipping up in gusts, the sand flowing into the building.[/i]
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*Infantry swarm towards the others, an uncountable amount separate us*
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[spoiler]It's on his new post[/spoiler]
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You hear a large metal clang. Troops move into the mountain from the base.
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[i]He smiles. Yes, they are. Hopefully no one has died, no casualties would be good. But that would be almost impossible. That place is a fortress, someone will die. That's the nature of it. He sighs. The sandstorm worsens, and he lays down.[/i]
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Gunshots rage through the sound of the sandstorm. Screams of pain and anger follow.
