03-04-2009, 09:45 PM
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It's been four years, your shadow lingers.
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Location: Turn around. Slowly.
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Re: War of the Races [II] (Open)
"It is time to wake up," the room said, and Camilla awoke as such, "for we have arrived at our destination."
Camilla looked about her. The wall with the mirror was no longer there, presenting her with what must be the planet Detalosed. There were no structures within her sight, nor were there any trees or plants. It was terrifying. The rocks were stained red with rust that looked oddly like blood. A wind assaulted her as she took her first steps outside the cargo ship, and it was a foul one, smelling of decay and other less savory things. Camilla sat down, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"I don't want to be here," she sobbed, brooding over the prospect of dying here, so far away from Vylanos, "why do I have to be here?"
"It is an honor to participate," the moss said, and she saw that there was a patch of it on the back of her hand. It was obviously her way of communicating with the 'host'. "The other contestants have been released as well, Camilla, you would do well to leave now."
Camilla ran.
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