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3/11/2016 1:55:34 AM
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"... Who are you?"
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"Call me Ishmael. Who are you?"
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"I'm Doctor Stellar Fross."
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"Oooooooh a doctor, haven't seen one'a those in awhile... You wouldn't happen to have any... Flesh samples Around, would you?"
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"I specialize in cryo-science."
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"Damn... Looks like I need to find another food source. So what brings you here?"
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"Curiosity."
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"Curiousity in ayyyyyliens?"
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"Maybe."
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"I'm a wisp, I'm technically an alien... Which explains my craving for human flesh..."
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"That's nasty, very nasty."
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"My species is far younger than humanity, they tried to kill us before we could do anything, yet some of us survived... Including me." [b]the strange mask he wears seems inhumane, as if it where harming him, and his skin glows a pale white.[/b]
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She tilts her head "That doesn't look good..." She reaches for the mask.
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[b]his head tilts farther.[/b] "What?"
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"That mask, it looks uncomfortable."
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"What do you mean? It's... Fine." [b]it begins dripping with a strange blue liquid, his blood[/b]
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"No it's not."
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[b]he looks confused. His head tilts even further and he twitches as her hand approaches[/b]
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"You are bleeding."
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"I-I am?"
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"Yes, you are."
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[b]he remains silent and stares at the woman ahead of him, dropping out of the vent [/b]
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"What's the mask for?"
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"Protection. Was once a slave t-" [b]it clamps down onto his face like a bear trap. His blood leaks from his face as he screams in agony[/b] "Never mind..."
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Edited by Storm Wizard620: 3/11/2016 3:53:34 AM"Oh god, what happened?'
