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ME - A Fallen HeroThe dark remains of Mobotropolis slowly came into view. It, like many of its inhabitants, were now cold steel, mindlessly working to build up an empire from scratch. Those who miraculously survived Robotniks violent takeover were now fighting an it to save Family and Friends lost to the maniacal fiend.
They were called the Freedom Fighters, the last hope to those still alive in the world. There mission, save those who were lost, avenge those who have died, and take back what was rightfully theres. Freedom.
Okay, you all know the plan?
Outside the metallic city was a small group of the Freedom Fighters. The top Freedom Fighters to be precise. Bunnie Rabbot, Sonic Hedgehog, Antoine D. Coolette, and Princess Sally Acorn.
They had a very simple mission; destroy the newest SWATbot factories in the outskirts of Robotropolis.
Of course, Sal. Weve done this, what? A million times? And were all still kicking Robotniks butt. Sonic commented
No, flashes of images.
No, my system was in working order.
Then why was this happening?
Id work, go on with my job, but they still come up.
Images of a cocky looking hedgehog, a deep, lush forest, and a really angry looking squirrel, just to name a few, would appear in my head.
No, that is wrong to. It was my visor.
Wow, what is wrong with me?
These images were more like replays of movies, only with no sound.
I was looking through anothers eyes, that of whom I do not know.
But she or he was always being competitive with that one hedgehog. Always trying to race it, but losing every time in the end.
Sometimes names would come with the images, but they would quickly disappear and be replaced with words like Priority One Hedgehog or Target Freedom Fighter .
I..I.. get this odd feeling that shouldnt be right. They arent evil, but why do I treat them like it?
Oh gosh, there I go again. Saying
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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