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Ma`Khina
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07/19/2015 08:43 PM
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Prologue Part II - Saying adieu always hurts
Prologue Part II: Saying adieu always hurts After Master Jemrin`s death and Ma`Khinas outburst in which she had killed two Siths and three imperial soldiers, the Twi`lek left the planet. Master Jemrin`s ship, a defender-class light corvette, was not stationed far away from the battle but the padawan still needed hours to reach it. Her left leg was badly injured from the cut the Sith-apprentice had caused her. It was not bleeding. Gladly lightsabers cauterized the wound directly after causing it. But there was still the pain and the feeling as something big was missing on her thigh now which was the reason why she could only hobble to the ship. Her two lightsabers dangled on her belt. They felt heavier as normally. But well.. in this moment, everything felt heavier, like carrying an extra burden. As she reached Master Jemrin`s ship a small astromech rolled down the ramp, greeting Ma`Khina with some happy whistles. But the happiness soon disappeared as the droid recognized that Master Jemrin was not with her. Slowly the Twi`lek hobbled up the ramp passing her friend who was looking out for the older Jedi. ``Come in, T7.. he won`t come.`` Her voice was as weak as her body felt. Some appalled peeps from the astromech as he slowly rolled back into the ship. Ignoring the pain in her leg Ma`Khina went down on one knee, gently laying a hand on T7's head. ``My friend.. Master Jemrin left us and.. and he won`t come back.`` Tears welled up in her eyes. Holding her breath she tried to fight them back but they were stronger. While the astromech gave some low long sounds, similar with human sighs, the Twi`lek cried in front of him. <br><br> A short time later, the light corvette lifted up and left the planet. Ma`Khina sat in the medic bay, pressing a Kolto-pack onto her thigh. The blue healing liquid was already working on her wound. Looking at all those bruises, cuts and other injuries covering her body she would rather need a bath in a Kolto-tank but for now this should be just enough. T7 was in the cockpit, controlling the navigation system and for the moment, the Twi`lek had some time for herself. Laying back on the sickbed she finally found some rest. Each muscle in her slim body ached and for the first time she felt the exhaustion of the battle. But she could not sleep. Her thoughts spin around the fights and the death of her Jedi Master. He had been everything to her. He had always been there since the day she could hold a lightsaber in her small hands. Normally, when a Jedi died, he became one with the force and his body vanished. But Master Jemrin`s corpse still laid on the ground of this planet, when Ma`Khina had left him. That gnawed at her conscience even more. Ma`Khina and T7 spend the next days in silence. It was soon clear, that the Padawan did not want to go back to Tython or Coruscant. So, the astromech programmed a course to Voss, a neutral world in the war between empire and republic and a perfect place to hide for some time. Three days have passed since Master Jemrin`s death. The wound on Ma`Khina`s leg healed perfectly and, thanks to the Kolto-pack, there was not even a scar left. She just sat with T7 in the cockpit to check their route as she suddenly felt it. A soft tingle in the back of her mind. The force tried to speak to her. Something warm gently brushed over her naked shoulder and she looked confused at it - but there was nothing. `Just my imagination.. nothing more or less` she thought sadly. But something in the back of her mind told her, that it wasn`t just her imagination. There was more behind it. The touch on her shoulder has felt familiar. ``T7.. I`m in my room. Please call me if anything is wrong, okay?`` said this the young Twi`lek raised up and left the cockpit. After all those days filled with sadness and tears it was now time for her to say goodbye and make a cut. In her room she lightened up a few candles and turned off the lights. Although her thigh hurt sometimes she still knelt down on the floor, ignoring the pain. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes. Over the last days the pictures of the battle have haunted her like a curse. Now she wanted to lock those images away, those memories. Clean her heart and her mind. Taking a deep breath she concentrated and slowly she wandered back to the day of the battle. Repeating the fights in her mind. Each spoken word clearly in her ears again. Each move she had made. The shock when she saw Master Jemrin laying dead on the ground. She went through it all again. But this time she was stronger. She had her feelings under control and with this she was able to put all those memories into a small chest. Lock it. And hide it far far away in the back of her mind. As soon as she had finished the procedure she sighed a deep breath of relief. Slowly she opened her eyes again, tears running down her cheeks. <br><br> Swallowing down the lump in her throat she removed her two lightsabers off her belt. ``With this.. I do not just only lock away those memories.. I also lock away my past.. a part of myself`` she muttered with a weak voice while staring down on the hilts in her hands. Did she really want to give it all up? ``Yes.. I have never been ready for this fight or for the force. I was not strong enough to save my Master. All in all I am a shame as a Jedi!`` said this Ma`Khina placed the hilts in a small box, gently stroking over the metallic frame. Then she put a holo-photography of Master Jemrin in the box. ``Master, you have always been there for me. You were an inspiration, a mentor and a teacher for me. But most of all.. you were my best friend. A family. It..`` her voice shook. Sighing deeply she collected some new strength for this what she wanted to say. ``.. nothing last forever. . . It was my fault that you had to die. If I had been stronger. . . you would still be alive.`` With shaking hands Ma`Khina closed the little box and locked it. Then she shoved it under her bed and hid it behind a metal frame. ``I will keep in mind, what you taught me, Master. I will respect your lessons and the code but. . . I will never trust or use the force again.`` With this, she wiped away those tears which were running down her cheeks. The Twi'lek ignored the gently touch on her shoulder. For her, it all ended here. This was a cut in her life. She would leave her past behind. This was a new beginning
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Mayor Laura B.{M} Charles B.
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07/17/2015 12:47 PM
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rules
I'm here to rp have fun no drama don't talk to me ooc unless we are already friends I made friends in rp I'm good I don't need anymore not being mean .but some people are nasty and rude and if I want that I can get it in rl anytime any day if I'm being a bitch delete me now let's rp and have fun
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Wonderland Resources.
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Loki~ God of Mischief
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07/14/2015 09:19 PM
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Jotunheim-
'Sometimes we have to do things to preserve our own sanity' it wasn't really something he relished thinking. The truth was it hurt. Hurt a lot.' Ironic, he should be used to it by now, how did you ever get used to it!' The wind whipped upon his hair sending the tails of his coat into a frenzy around his legs. Snow and ice clung in a bid to freeze his hair stiff and his skin blue. ' Ironic!' Everything around him seemed ironic. That was the bitter truth of it all. Before him Jotunheim stretched out. Stark, bare and ruined it had been called many things when compared to Asgard. Never matching up. Never quite fitting in amongst the beauty of the other Kingdoms that surrounded it. It was just like him. like him, like the Frost Giants, it stood a relic of the past a reminder of what once was.The ravaged land, shattering pillars of rock and ice made fragile within the torrential wind. The bleak landscape of ice and snow stretching as far as the eyes could see. Desolate. Silent except for the wind to remind him of his thoughts. He could never explain his thoughts and feelings. What he felt for this land. The sadness and destruction that lay hidden beneath the snow and within the shelter of the white capped mountain peaks.In his mind it was bitter sweet. A fragile beauty. It was his solace. The one true place he could take off the masks he wore. The deep snow and ice hide all the hurts all the scars of the ravaged land. Here he could face the bitter cold and let his heart cry out. Face the hurts that burdened his soul and take refuge. It was him. His own special sanctuary that reflect his own mind within its landscape. It harboured his many hurts, like secrets he had wielded, each and everyone, while they hide out of sight behind his many masks until he could bring them home to Jotunheim and let the wind take them, bury them beneath the snow, where it would. In Jotunheim, he felt at home-
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Brooke Cecilia Astor
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07/11/2015 11:16 PM
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Hamptons Beach Party
Pool Party (For the Crazy Drunks)
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Alexis Davis -Jerome (M)
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07/11/2015 03:31 PM
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RULES
1. Not Nancy Lee Grahn Or Alexis Davis! Roleplayer only2. Not a cheater once I'm with someone I'm faithful to them that mean I hope they respect me by not do cheating on her.3. I rp off my phone that mean I may be slow at my reply but will get to them soon, have to be patient with me.4. My Love scene's are graphic, or how ever the person I'm with is comfortable with.5. She taken she has A Love interest already, so don't hit on her thinking She cheats 6. Pro was made by a friend still nothing, Pictures where made by the same Friend, Don't steal Or I will make sure your known as a kocker of people stuff. Just ask me first.7. no DRAMA OOCRules are subject to Change at anytime soo abide by them and we'll get along Alexis Davis
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Empress Alexandra [Allie]
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Fellowship of the Silmarillion�
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07/10/2015 01:25 PM
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LOTRO - PHOTO ALBUM -
Fellowship of the Simarili is a Kin on LOTRO- It is a kin of friends, coming together from many different RP Groups to interact and play together in LOTRO. Here are some Photo's and memories that the kin has taken and decided share of their times in LOTRO together. -Random photos below- Thor, Leg's and Lady Tarilhir in Bree Someone trying to use her horse to hid from Gim's in this one - who could it be- laughs Snuggle time for Dylann and Loki Cold much ?? Tarilhir and ElvenKing Thranduil In Lorien with - can ya guess? Mirkwood- and Thranduil, Thor and Tarili are at it again- Lone lands with Nemeriel and Loki- Altariel and her soon to be very dead Orc friend Have a hard day, did we , Elroy, Tarili, Paul and Dylann??? - grins One of Loki's many thrones- looks like Nemeriel is trying to kneel - ok maybe not- laughs Brothers in Bree- Thor and Loki Mine's of Moria - anyone??Just for laughs- Tarli, Leg's and Nem- More photos will be added to the comments by different members of the kin
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Wonderland Resources.
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07/08/2015 10:11 PM
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Danielle's Content
Danielle's ContentIf you use anything comment below. This is just so I know what people take. The more I see people using the more i will make of that face claim/ect.Don't steal, if this happens I will visibly tag all of my work. I don't want to do this. Our content is free unlike other groups, so don't steal!At this time I'm not doing personal requests. I may change this, but right now I'm not accepting them at this time. Suggestions are welcome!https://wonderlandresourcesx.tumblr.com/
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Wonderland Resources.
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07/08/2015 09:51 PM
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RULES
Rules are above on the left side. Read and sign the correct way in the comments below.~ Wonderland Resources
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Wonderland Resources.
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Wonderland Resources.
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07/08/2015 09:23 PM
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Co-Owner Form
Fill this out for the Co-owner form:Name or what you would like to be called on this site:Age:How long have you been editing for?:Skills?:Weakness?:Examples: Must show at least 3:Would you be willing to wait a week to hear from us? This has to do with trust isusses we just don't let anyone join our team:Fill this out in comments below
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Loki~ God of Mischief
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07/07/2015 04:47 PM
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Time to Play- Divergent - Loki EOA
It hadn't taken long to find this woman. Not with Dylann trying to keep up at his side. The Building rose up before them like a tower. An emphasis upon the power that they believed they had over the other factions. Raising his eyes Loki's brow etched with a malicious smirk. ' If she thought she was powerful, she would soon seen exactly how wrong she was!' Turning he glanced towards Dylann at his side and lifted his hand, pressing a finger to his lips, in indication from this point on, if she was to follow him, she should remain silent. An illusion was only as good as those whom participated within its making. If they faltered, then so the illusion would falter, allowing those whom were at its mercy to see through it; and to its undoing. Lowering his hand with a slight wave of his fingers, the air about them both began to move and vibrate. Shifting within its tiny particles to create an illusion of invisibility. Like a cloak it surrounded them, the frenzied particles slowly falling in spirals to floor around them as Dylann and Loki, seemed to disappear into thin air without a trace.Unperturbed Loki made his way forward. Taking the grey stone steps in twos that lead up to the double glass doors of the Erudite headquarters. With the constant self assured communing of the Erudite, it was effortless to manoeuvre their way about the building. So engrossed, within their studies and books; they paid no heed to the slight wind that passed them by or brushed up against them within the crowded elevators. Coming to the end of a steel panelled Hallway, Loki paused before the two large sliding metal doors. The Guards obviously Dauntless, from their attire of black and self assured prose of invincibility stood silent their looks as vacant as the Hallway before them seemed to be. Pausing he contemplated how easy it would be, to simply do away with them. The sheer ignorance, that this Midgardian Faction seemed to posses. Believing themselves to be courageous, fearless indestructible? Now what a game that would be, to show them all the error of their thinking and have them all succumb to the ultimate truth as they cowered kneeling before him. The sudden quiet swoosh of the steel doors sliding open instantly broke his chain of thoughts and with no hesitation, Loki strode forward, entering into the testing rooms with the malicious smirk once more firmly etched upon his brow. Ignorance was bliss or so it seemed to those whom were busy working within. Fussing over their lit up panels of that flashes statistics and the faces information of those whom had come before or been eradicated in their search for the one ultimate divergent. Slowly Loki's eyes travelled across the room. His taking in at a glance the many faces they had already eliminated or sought upon the panels. The manor in which they worked, almost in fear, their apprehension could been seen in the tilt of their shoulders, The side ways cautious glances they sneaked towards the woman as she paced back and forth before them. Her zealous confidence and insolence hung like whips around their necks. Yes they were scared of her, that was obvious to see. This Jeanine Matthew's had learned well, how to manipulate those around her, so she might rise up above them and control them, to beget her own fear of failure back upon them!'Perhaps once, she was pretty ' Loki found himself musing thoughtfully, but that was long past. He saw through her illusion. The air of confident control. The need to be someone, To lead and have power, he saw how it consumed her! and now she would reap what she had she had sowed.---------------------------------------------------No one noticed the slight shift in temperature as the air within the room began to vibrate, picking up speed velocity it moved weaving in patters that surrounded each face, each body clinging like micro-organisms to their skin; absorbed through their pores like a toxin unto their minds.The air seemed thick yet she did not notice. Absorbed her mind screamed for her ultimate goal. The over all power to quell her fears. Fears she would lose control. Control of all she had gained, of the power she now held over overs. She did not notice the room had changed. It now watched, listening to her every thought through green eyes. She didn't notice the slight shift upon her vision so subtle it was fixed in place within a simple blink of her eyes until it was too late. Till suddenly her power of control was taken from her.Turning to glance more intently at the statistics she had demanded to placed upon the screen. She faltered. The smell, It made her gag, how had she not noticed it, the unquenchable aroma of death, rotting flesh. Had a rodent wandered behind the dashboard to die? Its rotting carcass slowly seeping its fluids to coat the wires and stain the metal in shades of its decaying flesh? Clenching her gullet she lifted her head and turned resisting her sudden urge to vomit by quickly swallowing her regurgitated lunch as it seared the back of her throat with its warmth."What is that smell! FIX IT!" she demanded calling for the attention of everyone within the room. "Are you imbeciles! FIND IT! Before it does any damage to the program!" Instantly the chair's began to swivel, It never paid to keep her waiting! Her justice for such tardiness was always dealt with swift and harsh. Frantically they began to sniff, unaware of anything offensive to the nose. Rising quickly they began to moved about the room. Avidly searching, constantly aware of her growing agitation. Their face as they turned.The sightless eyes. They stared accusingly at her through their milky white iris's. The rotting grey flesh bruised crimson in places where their blood had pooled cooling with their death. Faces she knew well. They had been her hopes. The ones she had hoped would be the one true Divergent that could open the box and revile the power to all means. Those whom had failed and paid with their life's at her hands. Quickly they began to rise, their bloated skin splitting as they tried to manoeuvre agilely around her. 'It isn't real' she tried to tell herself, seeing hundreds of Divergent's control their fears with those three simple words. Only to have them all stop. Turn their decaying bodies towards her The blackened mouths rotting teeth smiling back unto her 'but it is' they seemed to chant in unison forming one voice . Reaching out confused, they tried to calm her. Something was wrong, what had gotten into her? why was she suddenly acting so strange- Like clawed bones, blackened the flesh hung clinging to the rotting tendons of their hands as they reached out, scraping clawing at her skin smearing her clothes her shoulders with the decaying faeces of their rotting flesh."No!" she screamed pushing them with force back from her as she felt the contents of her stomach rising . Turning she bolted for the nearest bin. It was a simulation a test! It had to be! But who and how? It couldn't be real...could it. like a torrent the contents of her stomach exploded into the bin. The heated smell tainted to her senses, yet preferable over the stench of decaying flesh that now coated her clothes and clung to her hair. Closing her eyes, she slowly lowered the bin bringing a hand up to wipe her mouth, " You will pay for this! YOU WILL ALL PAY FOR THIS!" she snarled, unprepared to release her hold upon the bin."I think we already have!" A voice responded. Its tone vaguely familiar even through the rasping gurgle of its breath. Her heart stopped in an instant; it seemed to explode outwards within her chest. ' No!... It couldn't be! There was no coming back! he was dead!' Dropping the bin she turned.Before their eyes he appeared like magic out of thin air. But he was dead! Everyone knew Harrison was dead! Jeanine had made sure everyone knew! She had gloated placed his dead body on display, plastering across the faction billboards like a trophy! They felt their own fear rising. Heard their screams as their bodies moved trying to cast distance between what could possibly not be real and Jeanine Matthews.Slowly the figure of Harrison dragged its lifeless body in a forced walk towards her. Black congealing blood seeping from the many bullet wounds that lay exposed between the tattered mud clogged remains of his shirt. " Tell me" his lifeless eyes seemed to mock her. Mock her fear. " How do you sleep at night!" he continued the bones in his neck cracking as it tilted almost curiously to the side. Aghast she shook her head, stepping back until she felt the cold hard surface of technical table blocking her retreat. 'NO its not real your dead!" she forced herself to scream. while her words caught in faltered whimpers, within her throat."Well i guess your right about that!" Harrison continued to unwittingly mock her raising his hand to emphasise upon the many blood soaked holes that riddled his body. "You made sure about that. You made sure I'd never see my Daughter finally experience true peace!' he continued, pausing as he ran his hand across the now bubbling bullet holes. Picking one and slowly began easing apart the decaying skin. Horrified she watched him. Watched his fingers. The way the dead flesh tore under his touch. The way his fingers finally sank, disappearing up past their knuckles; into the blacked frothing blood . "You fingered me real good there Jeanine" he calmly seemed to taunt finally pulling his fingers free, to expose a bullet held precariously between their tips. Mesmerised she couldn't pull her eyes away. Like a graphic horror movie of her own minds making it was playing out before her while she stood transfixed. Slowly Harrison lifted the bullet within his fingers to his sightless eyes, giving his commonly used characteristic shrug as he opened his mouth and placed the bullet upon his swollen tongue. "Waste not, want not! isn't that right Jeanine? Anything for power!" he seamed to muse uncharacteristically not like Harrison, as he once again began to able forward, dragging his dead body in a forced gait towards her. The stench was unbearable. Her stomach churned trying to force up bile that was no longer available. Her mouth felt dry. Her throat like sandpaper. Opening her mouth she tried again to force the images away. Silenced by Harrison's cold clammy hand as it cupped around her chin. His milky white iris's seemed to mock her profoundly, like he was enjoying himself immensely, almost getting off upon her fear. Slowly he raised his other hand placing the two congealing blood soaked fingers to her lips. She could taste it. The blood. More putrid then the stench of his rotting flesh. She could taste death. "I think you have more to worry about them me!" Harrison admitted in his nonchalant mannerisms and lowered his eyes to look down towards her clenched hands strained arms as the grasped tightly at the desk behind her.Instantly her eyes darted following his gaze.Her skin it was moving. How had she not felt it. The feeling like thousands of tiny bodies wriggling scratching below the surface. Had her fear literally paralysed her so greatly, it took her own fear to point out, remind her of what her body was feeling?instantly she glanced up. Harrison, he was gone. The room it seemed normal. The dead Divergent's all gone. Her co workers the Erudite now stared back at her. Their faces mirrors of her own reflecting only fear back upon her. Her skin it felt like it was fire. Slowly she lifted her arm. watching as the crawling lumps beneath the skin seemed to grow, forming red angry heads like boils upon her once flawless flesh. Lifting her hands she began to scratch. They were everywhere she could feel them forming upon her face. her legs her breast. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!" She screamed. Harrison! he had poisoned her with his tainted blood ! He had somehow infect her! She knew her mind had lost it's control. She couldn't remember when within this nightmare, when she had truly know that she had, had control!As her fingernail grazed digging grating over her swollen flesh, in a bid to ease the constant itch that consumed her; she tore at the red angry scabs ripping them from her skin. Ignoring the pain as the ruined skin wedged under her long fingernails exposing thousands of tiny black bodies. Their spindly legs swiftly hooking over the edges of her torn skin as they hauled their bloated abdomens free. The erupted like pus, running down her arms up across her shoulders towards her face. She could feel them their legs as they moved. their tiny fangs biting at her flesh as more and more of the boils began to burst. She could feel them exploding out of the erupting boils upon her face. They could see them. the spiders they everywhere. She seemed to be coated in them. The room was covered in them! Quickly they reached down trying to brush the small tiny bodies from their clothes. Stamping their feet in a bid not to end up like her. Like Jeanine Mathews.. All the while wondering how they were seeing this. Where it had all come from! This strange nightmare like fear simulation, they were being forced to witness. Opening her mouth, Jeanine Matthews let out a blood curdling scream....... Slowly Loki's lips curved into a malicious smirk of contempt. Little did she know, the fun was only just beginning-
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Troia
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06/05/2015 12:25 PM
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Quotes.
...And then, the Crisis came. The Multiverse was collapsed in on itself. Time was reordered. Where there had been a thousand Earths, there was only one, with one history-and a Wonder Girl before there was ever a Wonder Woman. You See, this new Universe didn't quite know what to do with some of the more complicated holdovers from the Multiverse. So it improvised. It tried to compress all of my histories-a thousand lifetimes-into one...I had become the sum totally of all of my selves, each of my lives-unique in all creation, a living connection to every universe that had ever existed....It's all so familiar because I recorded it in another life. I see the past. The creation of the universe, the Multiverse, the Crisis. Then, the present. Then the future-but not how it's supposed to be.
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