

Nathas Tribulation pt3Part 3: Enter the Convict.Nathas Tribulation pt3
Something exploded. AUGGG-. The cry of human suffering suddenly silenced, turning into static. Gun fire blared in every direction. Crimson licked the horizon. Radios were acting sporadic, every scanner in the area kept beeping 'ENEMY FOUND ENEMY FOUND' in each direction it was turned to. Elth felt both of his hands tremble. His breath shortened. He froze in utter terror. All of Unit 367 was getting torn apart in front of his trembling pair of sapphires. The boy could almost feel tears welling up within them. FUCKING SHIT-ASS BALL TWAT!!! NAMIZ, NO!!!!!, the rad


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Part 1: Hello World.
Ungh~~~. A minuscule little whine trickled out from the mouth of an over-crowded transport ship. Damn man....ya got the shit's again, Elthy-boy?. Clamoring on the edge of his seat, a young man wearily looks up to his comrade. Sh....shut up! I do not!. Bet 'cha he pukes again.. Sitting rigidly erect over his younger, stomach-handicapped comrade, the older man allowed a smirk to slowly melt across his lips. Yeesh, Elth...I dunno why ya e


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Zoom the microscope to it's strongest setting. Zoom it into the smallest possible point you could. One would observe the composition of an atom. A small little unit of measurement defined by human science, made up of tinier items named . Zoom the microscope out, just a bit. One would see the atom itself. Zoom it out again. The atoms, each being a composite unit of , begin to make up a bigger item. A dust-mite, a piece of hair, a glint of lint, a single thread. Zoom out. Each little composite item forms a piece of clothing. A paper. A rope, a robe. Zoom out. Staplers, cars, keyboards, coffee mugs, coffee, gears, b
Anyway, hello. How've you been, kiddo?
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Le sigh.
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