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 Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2009 5:42 pm
A planet made entirely of metal and gears.
It is constantly falling apart so it is always hard to keep on one battle field, many weapons and out-stretched obstacles also contribute to this.
(restarted for obvious reasons)
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 11:53 am
James crept amongst the mountains of metal, picking up small pieces of this and that. Part of him was looking for bits of scrap metal so he could construct a belt or wrist-protectors of some sort. However, he had trouble seeing due to the shifty-ness of the shards.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 4:14 pm
The ship touched down on the solid metal platform and the cargo hatch opened. Jet walked out and started toward the front of the ship and past it.
Deime flew onto his head to tag along.
He stopped walking and looked around. Raising a hand, a giant staircase formed downward, at least a hundred feet, maybe more. Jet started down the staircase.
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 10:13 am
James felt something land near him and he looked up from his searching, clutching a small, thick gear in a pale hand. He sat up slightly, still crouching. He tilted his head at the noise that resounded when Jet formed the staircase.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 3:18 pm
Jet made his way to the bottom of the stairwell, and came to a large stone door.
"..." He brandished his blade, turned it upside-down and thrust it into the ground. Kneeling and reciting a chant, "By the gods of all creation... thy power knows no bounds... relinquish the secrets of pasts long forgotten... for I am Jetsaw of the seventh age... and I claim birth right of these secrets of mine own ancestors... "
The slab broke down the middle and started to part open. Jet picked up his blade and walked through.
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