Todd Jones here. The soft grind of the granite as the door swung open dully bounced off the back wall, enough to wake the once powerful, now shackled MAGNATE PALANAX from his fitful slumber. A bed of misted frost playfully danced around my Wolverines as I stepped into the mausoleum-like arena of psychological torture that I had constructed just under the penultimate crux of Ascalaphus IV. A metallic clang bounced around the cube as Palanax's trusted sabre, PANIC, slammed against the stone floor, dropped carelessly from my hands as if a twig dropped on a lazy stroll. "...Why, why would you give this back to me, knowing it will give me power?" he meekly asked me. "This is the original, but it is now deconsecrated. The thousands of clones that I have given to my armies are NOT deconsecrated. Everything you've ever seen and everyone you've ever loved will fall," I replied, and lazily turned to leave as some sad murmur left his lips. HIDE. EAGLE VISIONS. LATERED. He will never be one of us.
Todd Jones here. The soft grind of the granite as the door swung open dully bounced off the back wall, enough to wake the once powerful, now shackled MAGNATE PALANAX from his fitful slumber. A bed of misted frost playfully danced around my Wolverines as I stepped into the mausoleum-like arena of psychological torture that I had constructed just under the penultimate crux of Ascalaphus IV. A metallic clang bounced around the cube as Palanax's trusted sabre, PANIC, slammed against the stone floor, dropped carelessly from my hands as if a twig dropped on a lazy stroll. "...Why, why would you give this back to me, knowing it will give me power?" he meekly asked me. "This is the original, but it is now deconsecrated. The thousands of clones that I have given to my armies are NOT deconsecrated. Everything you've ever seen and everyone you've ever loved will fall," I replied, and lazily turned to leave as some sad murmur left his lips. HIDE. EAGLE VISIONS. LATERED. He will never be one of us.