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SIMULATION.

serial#: 0611-01-WRH-ENTP-02-11 name: artemis

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Drip. drop. She never liked being strapped into a table. She never liked hospitals and infirmaries to begin with. Whenever she was injured, she would do her best to flee. When she was younger, she would, ultimately, be caught and dragged away for treatment. As she grew older and stronger, there were times that she was successful in her chronic evasions. If she would have known that this simulation involved more than just the headset and earphones that she had been accustomed to during the first simulation trial, she would have declined wholeheartedly. Here she was suffering and living through her worse nightmare. It did not last long. She had soon slipped out of consciousness due to anesthesia (she assumed).

The lobby was not exactly the same as before. It was not like before. She never had to wait as it loaded the content of the simulated training. For the first time, she would be sharing her mind with other individual. She would be working alongside other candidates. Part of her was quite enthusiastic to enjoy the virtual adventure with friends. Then, she remembered that not many liked to be paired with her, because she was not the best partner to be around it. Most did not understand her vision, which was their lost. She was not some wild card. The redhead pounced on the first person to appear before her hugging them tightly. After a couple of minutes, they were five. She was excited for whatever they had in store for them. She hoped that they could live up to her expectations. After all, this reminded her of that movie, now, these movies...that one with the Jaeger robots or the classic Matrix or the anticlimatic Inception. The redhead took a quick glance at her comrades. There was ‘Ponytails’, there was ‘Blueberry’, there ‘Seaweed’ and there was ‘Scarface’ (yes, she did not bother to remember their names).

Without much of a warning, the lobby seemed to have been caught in a flood. They were warned a bit too late of the ‘risk of death’ as they realized that they were at the bottom of some river. As they swam to reach the surface, ‘Seaweed’ was quicker than the four of them (foolishly so in Artemis’s opinion as they did not know what awaited them at the surface) and, soon enough, ‘Seaweed’ seemed to be drowning. Filament of red surrounded the companion and she knew that they had been struck. ‘Blueberry’ was quick to catch them and to swim with them. The was when the AI fairy told them something that should have been said way before.

< FIND_A_PLACE_SAFE_ENOUGH_TO_REACH_THE_SURFACE_YOU_FOOL_! >

The quartet and the injured swam until they were under some dock. They were away from the sight of whatever was at the surface. When they finally could gasp for air (quietly). They could hear people shouting. They were searching for someone and they could all tell that they were searching for ‘Seaweed’ that they had seen. The objective was straight to the point. They needed to retrieve the diamonds and get the heck away from this place as fast as possible. The issue with that was that dumbass ‘Seaweed’ was injured. It was only their shoulder (thankfully), but it mean that, at any moment, he would be a dead weight for the team. “If anything, Seaweed can always be of use later on as bait.” Yes, it was sad, but Artemis wanted to complete the mission successfully. Sometimes, someone had to do one for the team. For the time being, ‘Seaweed’ could count on them (and on her).

The team waited until the ruckus on the land had diminished a little bit, before journeying out of their hideout. In the meantime, they familiarized themselves a bit with what they had. Artemis and ‘Blueberry’ had mid to long range weapons. ‘Scarface’ had a close range one. ‘Ponytails’ decided that she would take care of ‘Seaweed’. She was also a freaking sniper; therefore, she could be useful as long as she had a place to stay. When the coast seemed clear, the five men team moved fast. They found safety in the bushes near the shore. ‘Ponytails’ had her hand on Seaweed’s mouth who kept on making unnecessary noises. He had to suck it up or, else, Artemis was definitely going to sacrifice him to the wolves. ‘Ponytails’ suggested that ‘Seaweed’ and her would camp out while the trio would move in the camp. It was not a bad idea, but it meant that the trio (who never worked before together) to be able to handle an entire camp of mercenaries on their own. It was a challenge that Artemis actually approved of. ‘Scarface’ did not seem too eager at the idea, but with the overwhelming 4 v. 1, he had no choice but to comply.

The camp had more the looks of a village taken hostage by a group of mercenaries. There were civilians among the people and they looked terrified. Artemis remembered when she would watch these documentaries that this practice was quite common. The children would be taken away from their families to become child soldiers for the militias or the mercenary’s employer. ‘Blueberry’ vehemently expressed that they try not to touch to the children and that they should avoid pointless casualties (to which Artemis replied that they were in a freaking game. He was being twat and was acting like one of those players who would aim to respect the law in some GTA game). ‘Scarface’ had to intervene in their banter, because he did not want a) fail the mission b) die during the simulation. Lucky for ‘Blueberry’, the trio had to use stealth to infiltrate the pseudo-camp. 

Finding the diamonds was easier than taking candy from a child. It was transporting them outside that was the issue. They either needed to bring a briefcase or they found a way to pear it open and to bring the content with them. In the end, they remained in the room until the warlord waltz in (probably to check on his prized loot). “Scarface’ did not spare him. After rendering him unconscious with blunt force, he grabbed his finger and used each one by one until the case was unlocked. Stealthy, they secured their prize and did their best to leave. However, the warlord regained consciousness faster than anticipated. The cavalry was released and they were being chased. Long story short, Artemis ended up using her trump card. ‘Seaweed’ was slowing them down. The rendezvous point was close yet far away. They needed a diversion. It was not a matter of necessity. Anyone who knew her knew that she had her true loyalty lied (?) in her twin brother. Anyone else was dispensable and disposable at some point. There was no selfishness or ill intention in her decision. It was solely dictated by logic. Their objective and their survival mattered more. ‘Ponytails’ was wholeheartedly against it. Artemis responded with threatening her with her gun. “You know, the objective is simply to meet up with the diamonds. A cadaver or two won��t ruin the outcome.”

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Saying that Artemis had an ounce of malice in her was quite ignorant from anyone who believed that. Cerulean had long been part of the holy trinity of pariahs among the factions with Harlequin and Amaranth. It did not helped that many had been subjected to the bullying done by Vermilion during the last year. When the faction achieved what was deemed the impossible and defeated the “mightiest” of factions, obviously she would take part of the fun and taunt the little Verms’. Seeing their ego bruised was entertaining. If there was one thing that Artemis appreciated the most was to be entertained. She never assumed that she went too far either, because Vermilion had done deliberately worse under the blessings of the Collective. 

It was just another day really. After some time, she did become bored of the ordeal. Never did it cross her mind that she hurt some people so bad to the point that the needed to retaliate. It was ridicule. Without worry, she left her little teddy bear in her locker and went to train like the model candidate she could be on occasion. That teddy bear was perhaps what kept her sane. If people thought that she was crazy, they were in for a brilliant surprise. She was going to show them what some would consider insanity. The teddy bear kept her calm. Its disappearance would be her trigger.

Triggered she was when she came back to her locker after a couple of hours in the gym. The redhead kept her cool at first. Maybe, she had forgotten it in her apartment (which had never happened before). Artemis still went all the way into her apartment and made a mess as she searched every inch of it. Fuming, she retraced her steps from her apartment to the training center to her apartment again. It was simply nowhere to be found.

The eerily bubble Artemis was long gone. She could have tried to ask for the more level-headed twin to help her find her little plushie. She was actually going to seek for his help when two little Verms caught her attention. Glaring at them, she made her to them. Initially, they kept on glancing at her and laughing between them. That was how she knew that there was a possibility that they were on the loop. There was something commendable about Vermilion and many other factions. They always would stick for their people. That was why that she decided to beat them to a pulp. That was why she materialized her revolver and shot them on one shoulder.

“Say,” she pondered. “As long as you are breathing, I shouldn’t have much of a punishment, right? Won’t you tell me where’s my plushie?” She let out a sinister chuckle. “Or, would you rather miss a limb or two? Hehe~”

revenge act.

w. @blckartemis , by the training room.

gemini didn’t want to have it resort to this but her impulsiveness and anger had gotten the best of her. it was bad enough that vermilion was humiliated by cerulean but the nerve of some candidates attempting to taunt her and her faction, thinking they’re all “high and mighty” now. actually, this was just how she was. something fuels her, someone riles her up and gemini couldn’t just sit back and take it. 

her observation skills never fail her. in fact, she had seen artemis around dragging an old, poorly put together stuffed teddy bear with her 24/7 as if it’s stuck to her. while she didn’t know the story of that, she assumed it was important to the girl and her first instinct was to steal it, rip it to shreds? who knows. but for now, she had someone else do all the business for her, meaning spy perhaps and once being reported back, artemis was last seen in the training room.

gemini didn’t have a problem simply waltzing in, pretending that she had no business being in there, only to grab her leather jacket that was sitting in her locker, especially while artemis was distracted. thank god she had left something in there. she was actually sort of blessed that her skill in lock picking could be put into good use now, a skill that gemini didn’t know that she had. 

“hello there, old thing… won’t artemis miss you…”

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SIMULATION.

serial#: 0611-01-WRH-ENTP-02-11 name: artemis

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Wide-eyed, Artemis watched her pursuers disappear from her surroundings one by one. It was nicely programmed and edited. For sure the Collective could make billions of this if they sold it as a VR game at some point. A box appeared to congratulate her on her success and Artemis simply shrugged it off. It was so easy to beginning with. If she would have failed, she would have just commit seppuku out of shame. She twirled on herself waiting for the AI to speak once more for the next set when she was punched by someone. She squirmed in pain and pursued the NPC only to lose his trail. Even in the digital word, there were some rude ones. It was nowhere surprising to say the least. They truly adapted society well into this game. It was quite comical.

< THIS_MUST_HAVE_HURT_! > < I_FELT_THAT_! >

She chuckled. ‘As if, it did.’ For some reason, the AI reminded her of that annoying fairy from that Zelda game. They had the same obnoxious feel. Still, this AI did managed to have her laugh a few times already.

< THIS_TIME_WE_ARE_GOING_TO_TEST_A_BIT_OF_COMBAT_! > < JUST_AS_SOME_WARM_UP_LET’S_HAVE_YOU_SPAR_A_BIT_! >

The announcement pumped her up. She was in need of a good fight. And what made things even better? The NPC reappeared before her. She had a score to settle (although she should have never been caught off guard like that). The redhead cracked her knuckles as she waited in a fighting stance. She ignored the NPC as she was focused solely on her opponent who remided her of the instructors of her past. Her twin and her had sparred a couple of times with them. She recalled that they never went easy on her even if she was a girl reminding her that the world is not as ‘kind’ and ‘just’ when it came to a fight. There was no such discrimination when a life was on the line.

When the NPC lunged towards her, she moved to the side and tripped them. Yes, to the onlooker, it was quite the dirty move, but nothing is fair in love and in war. To survive, relying on underhanded tactics was a must. Still, he merely stumbled and they started to exchange of few hits. A punch in the face, and she learned quickly that he opponent was quite strong. Her nose was bleeding from the blow and she had to take some distance from him to recover. But, if she thought she was safe from keeping a gap between them, the NPC unsheathed their firearm and fired two warning shots at her direction. His aim felt no better as the hilarious Stromtroopers missing her twice.

“Are we really going that road, darling~?” she mused. “Well, then, I won’t disappoint!”

She threw her cylinder in the air for a theatrical [ transformation ] and the cylinder broke into three. One of the pieces dripped on her right eye and took the shape of a monocle. The two other pieces materialized into the revolver. She pointed the handguns into the NPC’s direction and started shooting while maniacally laughing in the process. Rather or not she managed to land a shot did not matter, because, as she was shooting, she rapidly closed the gap to kick him. While he lost his balance, she used one of revolver to buttstroke him. 

“My, oh, my~” she said her eyes twinkling. “Is it already game over for you?”

Something was off and she jumped backwards twice. The NPC seemed to have some fight in them still. The only issue was that after sparring for so long, she had noticed some kind of pattern. Or, perhaps, it was more like she had finally memorized some of the sequences that the NPC would use. For instance, earlier, when they managed to punch her in the face, they jabbed four or five times before switching to a hook. Every time she would widen the gap, they would either lunge forward or use their gun. Now that she had the upper hand and that they were badly battered, she was not too sure how they would react. She actually did not want to know either.

“Sorry, love,” she told them as her  slowly turned into a blue shade. She did not expect that this NPC would force her into her godmode at some point. Avoiding any rookie mistake and preparing for the worse, she opted for her golden shotgun and shot him with a missile-like projectile. Not only did she end him...she also destroyed half of the immediate environment. It made her giggle and bounce happily from side to side. “Such a lovely sound to my ears ~”

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i’m late

no one is surprised.

hello this ema. wazzup? so, yay, after 1,000,000 years blcktmpl is back in business. i didn’t bring back thorn (for the time being, because i needed to figure her out). since i was bingewatching bnha and gintama, this muse rose in the crackship union of toga and kamui (i know not lots of you know gintama...but...still...). also, for all of you who love like overwatch, her grandpa would be junkrat aka the bomb guy.

the coherent organized thread of who is artemis and what she is like can be found { here } (sorry, i’m lazy, it’s a twitter thread, but it’s very well done i swear). i wrote her bio, but it’s so long...it’s { here }. in summary, she is the younger twin and sister of apollo. they are the product of an adulterous affair between two collective members (oh, scandalous). there is no actual records of their existence. they were unwanted, but their parents kept them to give them to the blcktmpl when they were of age. essentially, they were raised to be candidates. so, while a lot of people are whining about and/or hating on the blcktmpl, she is enjoying it. like she is so prepared that she has throwing knives on her, grenades, some light tools to make bombs on the spot. she loves the sound of screams intermingled with detonation (i swear she has a bit of sanity in her). she is cerulean, because it’s her favorite color...(a legit reason). she is loyal to her brother (it’s not an incest r/s, kids, no worries). she’s lots of fun, loves to give hugs and always walk around with her teddy bear (except during training and during missions)...(she has it for reasons). she doesn’t know what is love (dances to twice, lol jk). blood. blOOd. BLOOD.

let’s plot! ~ i know i have plots with apollo (well...duh...), speedy, zero, gemini, cerulean boys (well not exactly, because missing @luckyblck​ and @blcksaint​ : } ), nox, levi (were we done?), firefox...that’s not good enough. i want to plot with everyone even if i fail at plotting...

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SIMULATION.

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The sun had barely showed itself in the horizon when Artemis arrived for her scheduled training. She did not failed to show it off on elev8 for her adoring fans. She wore what the brought to her, which were some blue V-neck T-shirt, some leggings, some very short shorts and some running shoes. The material used for the clothing was interesting. She did not know if she liked the feel of the fabric on her skin or not. All she knew was that whatever the masked ones demanded (by extension the Collective) she would abide to.  Gleefully skipping to the simulation room, she arrived to her appointment on time. The masked ones did their thing: geared her up, made her move, said words like [synchronizing ], [ calibrating ], [ patching ] and [ launching ]. Meanwhile, she was trying to get used to the headset on her eyes, the earplugs in her ears and the almost gooey texture of her cylinder in her hands. She had never tested virtual reality games and the likes. She was so eager to try. The blinding light, once the simulation was launch, gave her a reminder of the initiation and it got her so excited that she started bouncing around. Unfortunately, she could not hear the masked ones asking her to stop moving (in the end, it only took the simulation a bit more time to load.

Initially, she was in a white room that reminded her of hospitals or asylums. Little by little, the empty space around her was being filled by people. Her surroundings were so complex. It was so mesmerizing that she went to the nearest shop, a convenience store, and grabbed a banana milk. She drank it on the spot in front of the NPC clerk, but nothing really happened. There was a limit to the realism they could adapt in the simulation. The redhead was not sure if she could taste the flavor of the drink; however, she did managed to spill some of content. She left the store and that was when the AI began to interact with her.

< ……………………………. > < HELLO_!_WELCOME_TO_THE_TRAINING_ZONE_! >

"HI!" Artemis was beaming. She tried to find the AI in its physical form, but it seemed that it was only a voice. She was truly hearing voices (something she loved to joke about around people).

< HERE_WE_WILL_PREPARE_YOU_FOR_THE_UPCOMING_NIGHTBOUND_TOURNAMENT_. > < THE_MISSION_SIMULATOR_IS_TOTALLY_SAFE_! > < YOUR_MIND_IS_CONNECTED_TO_THE_DEVICE_THUS_YOU_WILL_FEEL_THE_PAIN_! >

At this piece of information, Artemis frowned. She needed to try to make sure that it was true. Of course, she had to test it the veracity of this claim. She punched the concrete exterior wall of the store and slid her knuckle on it. She felt a bit of stinging and examined her knuckles. There was evident abrasion.  That was exciting to Artemis. She felt alive while being in a video game of sorts. The Collective never failed to impressed her with their technology.

< SINCE_IT_IS_YOUR_FIRST_TIME_IN_THE_ZONE…_ > < WE_WILL_GO_THROUGH_A_E-LEVEL_MISSION_. > < TIME_TO_LOAD_THE_TUTORIAL_! >

It was a bummer though. She would have hoped that they would go straight to action and load some S-Level. Instead, they wanted her to go through a tutorial. The AI kept on talking and talking which only made her yawn. She did follow the instructions, because she [ worried ] that the AI would stop talking and nothing would happened if she did not play along. From her experience playing video games, one could not skip tutorial hell and had to do exactly as told. She would have eventually guessed that the wristband had some sorts of purpose. Speaking of which, a mark on the map caught her attention.

< LOOK_AT_THE_MAP_!_THERE_IS_A_SUN_! > < YOUR_OBJECTIVE_FOR_THIS_EASY_MISSION_IS_TO_ REACH_THIS_DESTINATION_! >

Finally, it was game time! She twirled on herself and noticed some [ characters ] that were out of place in the vicinity. "Peculiar..." she mused as she decided to listen more carefully to the AI.

< ALL_YOU_HAVE_TO_DO_IS_TO_GO_THERE_. > < DO_NOT_GET_CAUGHT_BY_THE_TAGGERS_HOWEVER…_ > < OR_ELSE_YOU_WILL_HAVE_TO_START_AGAIN_. > < FEEL_FREE_TO_USE_YOUR_ABILITIES_AND_YOUR_CYLINDER_. > < EASY_RIGHT_? > < YOU_HAVE_TWO_HOURS_! >

Essentially, she was playing tag and she was only safe once she reached her destination. Two hours from Yongsan to Gangnam was doable; however, she wanted to test out those taggers and the game mechanics a bit more. Firstly, she took a few steps slowly enough to be tagged. Somehow, some invisible force pulled her back to the starting point. The second time, she tried to see if she could interact a bit more with the taggers. She went on and landed a good jab on the NPC's face. The NPC stumbled backwards. It mean that she could fight them off. Lastly, she pulled out her cylinder and [ invoked ] her weapons. Her cylinder broke into three. The two biggest pieces took the form of a silver revolver and the other a golden revolver. The smallest shard invaded her face and reached her right eye before shifting into an intricate yet simple clear monocle. She pointed her gun towards a tagger and took a chance. She landed a nice head shot. The NPC fell flat meaning that she could kill them. This was going to be fun. She placed the revolvers in their holsters that appeared when she was not using them.

"Let the game begins, my dearies~" she shouted giving them a wink and dashing away.

Who even believed that Artemis was going to take this training and this simulation seriously? Not only was she going to use the most of the time granted to her to successfully accomplish the task in hand, she was going to do the most. She turned this simulation into GTA essentially. Stealing, rolling over NPCs, getting the best cars, fighting her taggers (while being very careful to not let them touch her)...she was living her best life. THe moment she arrived in Gangnam, she realized that using a vehicle was not useful at all. She had to use the air. By that, it meant that she had to parkour and to free run her way to. She did expect that the taggers were agile to that point of being able to run to her from roofs to roofs, but she was obviously superior.

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INITIATION.

serial#: 0611-01-WRH-ENTP-02-11 name: artemis

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All her life, she had been trained for this. She have been waiting for this moment to come. She was not sure how it would play out after hearing rumors about the initiations. They said that there were records of them somewhere, but the young one had been denied access from any involvement with the Collective. She did not even exist on paper to begin with even if she breathed, she bled or she broke into pieces. When she woke up in the container, it was her very first time that she was unaware of her brother's coordinates. The younger twin would have to face the ordeal alone. It was not her first time, but she still wished that he was around. The lunar child walked up to the monitor and, for the only time in a very long time, she broke down. She did not broke down due to stress, to anger, to fear, to despair...no, it was due to happiness. For the first time in her life, she would have official records. As she wrote down the nickname that she wished to have, she chose a name full of memory. "Artemis" . The twins grew up nameless. They learn of the twin Greek deities Artemis and Apollo and it fit them well. Hopefully, her brother would have chose the nickname that he had attributed to himself as well. Once she had collected herself and went back into her usual self, she decided to go along with the initiation. She did not fear what was coming for her. She had been shipped into this maze with hands already stained with the blood of her victims innocent or not. But, if it turned out that she died along the way, it would have been hilarious. She would have never left a mark on this world. Thus when she reached that container, heavens knew how funny she found this ordeal...

She remembered being knocked out cold after they had dealt with the so-called predator that hunted them. It was never going to win as she was Artemis, moon goddess of the hunt; therefore, she was born to be a huntress. To think that she was alone again. It was quite cruel of whoever who designed the initiation to strip her from the little friends that she had met, but it didnot phased her all that much. She wished she could have played some more with the others. She stood up and almost stumbled backwards. They really did a number on her for her to feel so lightheaded. The redhead slowly walked towards a door before her. When she reached it, she knocked on it several times quite loudly. "Hello, hello, I'm awake! Let me play!" She yelled impatiently banging on the door. The girl looked around her makeshift cell to see if she had her cylinder. One of her shotguns fired rounds that exploded so beautifully loud that it would blast this door open. Slowly, as if whoever was in control was toying with her, the door was opened. What she found inside picked her curiousity. She skipped gleefully to the bounded individual strapped on the chair. Her face was so close to theirs. From a glance, she could already tell that the individual was frightened. The first evidence was how much the individual was shaking. The second one was their inconsistent breathing. The last one was how they could not look into their eyes. The wall behind the individual caught her attention as well. Written in big fat letters, [ Homo homini lupus ] was plastered. It made her want to examine the room even more.

There was a gun on a table.

As she leisurely walked towards it, she heard a strident siren; the individual stood up and ran for the gun. Instinctively, Artemis squatted before extending her leg to trip the individual. She jumped on them and held their head. She smashed their face on the ground a couple of times until they stopped moving. "That wasn't nice. I don't know the rules to the game yet," she said pouting. The redhead moved away and went up to the table to examine the gun and its surroundings. The instructions were conveniently transcribed there.  "Kill your opponent before they kill you," she read at loud. "Ah, and I had a 15 seconds head start. No wonder, no wonder." She broke into a fit of laughter as she realized her predicament. "So, they have 'man is a wolf to man' on the wall, they have you tied to that chair and they had that gun waiting for me." The cruel joke was making sense. She grabbed the gun and sat down by the individual's head. She poked his head with it several times, but they were still unconscious from earlier. "Wake up! WAKE UP!" She puckered her lips. "Wake up! It's no fun if I don't get to see the expression you make before you die." Artemis turned the person on their back and sat down on their belly. She patiently waited for them to come back to their senses. When they did and they realized in what situation they were, they tried to wiggle to free themselves. Artemis, during the wait, had already inspected the handgun and knew that there was more than one bullet, so she drag the fun a bit. That being said. She leaned backwards a bit to reach the person's right knee and shot them. They squirmed and managed to push her away. She took her distance and shot again and again and again. Every time she pulled the trigger, there was a rush of adrenaline through her body. "Is this ecstasy?" she inquired smiling (and possibly blushing). "Is this euphoria?" The future candidate continued to shoot. Erratic, she had not even noticed the mess that she had caused and the overkill. She had enjoyed the little session. It was not her fault if all she had ever known was gore. Blood, good. Murder, good. Torture, good. She had been raised a killer. This was right in her alley. Before she left the room, she turned her head towards the wall and smiled. She had even managed to dirty her clothes with the blood of her victim.

One would have thought that such a fiend would have chosen a word such as  [ knowledge ], [ passion ], [ wisdom ], [ ambition ] or [ power ]. Instead, she chose the word [ peace ]. As much as she loved gore, the word [ power ] written in that red reminiscent of blood did not compel her one bit. Blue was her favorite color. The word [ justice ] had no meaning to her as it have never existed. "Peace," she whispered to herself. "Sounds like the joke of the century." She giggled as she passed through the door and the bright light engulfed her...

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