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Danger Line "At your command, Lord Robotnik." Welcome to the world of Mobius, a thriving planet home to the anthropomorphic creatures dubbed Mobians. They are a civilization very similar to our own: wondrous cities, a well respected hierarchy, and even massive armies, but they also have something we do not. On the impenetrable armor of the Kingdom of Knothole is a tear that continues to grow, threatening the rip the armor in two. This tear appeared in the form of a single man once named Julian Kintobar, however that was long ago, long before the first Great War and the start of the Robotnik Wars. A well liked man turned murderous traitor and

We sit like stones upon mountains, hills, cliffs, swamps, and islands. We are the eternal Guardians of this land, sent by The Great Creator to watch and report, to defend Our territory and homes from the invading Far Landers. We strike without mercy and without hesitation for Our attacks are certain and absolute. All life respected Our presence for they let Us be, never wandering close within Our range of sight for they know by instinct not to disturb Our rest. Yet...there is a problem. Although We are fierce warriors and proud protectors, We do not have the ability to move nor speak, yet We are so great in number that We need not to worry

There is nothing left I can do – the end has come for us, come to have his promise fulfilled. Soon, too soon, there will be nothing left of our existence; all will be destroyed or taken or whatever those foul things do with the items of our world. I can only hope that this somehow survives their relentless assault on our homes and that others, if there are others, find this and take heed to what I am about to say. First let me explain where I have discovered this disturbing knowledge that our King has ignored and thus brought our destruction; I am the Son of the Head of the Guard for castle Stoneholm, skilled in the art of wizardry I ha

To the Poor Soul who finds this message; Don't look. No matter what your mind tells you don't look. Once you lock eyes that is the end. Once It sees you there is no place safe enough and no one strong enough to stop It. Even the strongest Ghasts of the Nether cower in fear from Its' presence. If you happen to stumble upon the remains of the Lost Souls of Scouting Crew 49 you have found the land where demons have walked and such gruesome deaths have transpired! Oh you poor traveler, I pray to Notch that you have found our remains during the daylight, for that seems to be the only thing It can not handle, if not; Don't Look. Don't you dare loo

1 Month Later --------- A thunderous clap rolled through the area as rain poured down without end, drenching everyone and everything. Another loud boom roared from the clouds and lightening flashed, bringing light to the sleepy town below. This small community, home to no more than perhaps three-thousand residence, continued on through the night, ignoring the thunderous booms, drenching rain, and constant police supervision. Now rain wasn't something foreign to this area - why they had more water fall on them than most other places around the world - but the police? They were something fairly new and not all-together welcomed. While coming

3 Months Later ------- 5:00 P.M. 20 Miles South of Holoska. After months of endless searching and prodding and picking, G.U.N. had finally found its' target. It had taken nearly three-fourths of the force to hunt down this one wanted criminal, but hopefully after tonight that work wouldn't be in vain. Even the best of the best had been selected to 'tag-and-bag' this wanted murderer - they were to make no mistakes. This was the final run to try and catch Public Enemy No. 1 "I tell ya', that little rat'll see me and wish he'd nevah been born!" Flying over the eternally frozen landscape of Holoska was the best helicopter that G.U.N. could a