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*the very same soldiers are standing on the road ahead of them. Directly in front of them is a massive field of slaughtered soldiers. Dozens of people lie, impaled on various spiked weapons. The ground is soaked red, and the place already stinks of corpses. It's truly an atrocious sight to see.*


My deity.....*the sergent falls to his knees* Only a Terra Walker could do such a thing....!


*another soldier speaks up, from atop a cliff* Sergent! The weapons seem to make a pattern of a skull, sir! The blood seems to spell out a message near the bottom..."All of you death-virgins no longer. Enjoy the madness of slaughter. - The Reaper"

*Kyla's face hardens. When she was younger, this sight might have upset her greatly. While it does turn her stomach, Kyla merely grits her teeth*
No Shinnen. We were with Prometheus moments ago, so there's no way they could accuse us of this.

*To Kold* Hmm...who do we know who thrives on the horrific, and could very well refer to himself as "The Reaper" in reference to his scythe? *She of course means Yokoshima*

"Well....looks like we'll need to work quickly before those soldiers have a chance to lay any blame on us....I doubt it would take much for them suspect us, and wandering around looking for something is certainly suspicious..." Kokujo said, following the group outside. The beauty of the place was, as usual, lost on him.

"Oh yeah, he was experimenting with moderness. I have the first attempt right here"Corbenik fumbled around in his fur and produced a small handheld PC, quickly turning it on and prodding through a few files, using his saved chocolate wafer for a touch-screen stylus. He then held it up to Kyla and any who were watching as the video started.

Kokujo was sat infront of a computer looking depressed as usual, arms folded.

Kokujo: September 1st, weather, is lousy *he took a moment to glace back at the beam of sunlight pouring through the gap in his closed black curtains* Kokujin is still not dead, this is a problem. I hate Kokujin. Today I sent 5 ninjas to their doom, fools....I hate ninjas.

*It was at this point that there was a loud explosion and Corbenik ran past, part of his head on fire and an equally fiery package of some sort in his hand*

Corbenik: AAAAAHHHH, nobody told me cheese-strings are FLAMMABLE!!

Kokujo: ....Corbenik is still unbearable, I hate Corbenik...

Corbenik: hey, dark lord Sauron, scooch over for a sec, I need to Google how to fight cheese fires. *Corbenik appeared on the screen, poking half his head, still on fire, into the picture and waving a packet of flaming cheese-strings* Hey, when did we get a webcam?! This calls for-

Kokujo: my life is a swirling balck abyss...


It as at this point Kokujo stopped recording.

"I never did get a go on his web-cam. For some reason he thought putting his kitchen out was more important" Corbenik whined.

"...what the..." Kokujo observes the grim scene surprised, then scowls "Something gives me the feeling that this 'reaper' is somehow involved with our problem" He said, glancing at Kold "....You seem to know something about this person, care to fill us in?" he asked stoicly.

((I gotta go guys. my brain is fried and I need sleep to make it better.)) sweatdrop

*Re-appears on the scene* I forgot how amazing this place looks, mew mew.

*Kold walks forward on the path, passing the scene. He doesn't say anything, but continues on without hesitation.*

"..........."

Kokujo appeared back where they had left off, folding his arms and following after Kold in silence, though this was usual for him. Corbenik however decided to lighten the mood with a song.

"We're all going on a, summer holiday
Kick peoples asses for a, week or two
We're all going on a, summer holiday
To some crazy floating islands with a, decent view..."

he sang from atop Kokujos head, much to the disgruntlement of said Kokujo.