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A grim scene lays before you all, dead and dying litter the ground as far as any of you can see. But what is it that you will do? Will you spread hate and death or try to find another way. Have fun enjoy the choices that you make.
Simple rules no god modeing and have fun time to create your own story.

Kullkoth was bloodied and sore, kneeling by the dead sweat poured from his face. So many of his brother mutants dead, or dieing on the field. A terrible fate, Kullkoth brought his knife up and quickly ended the suffering mutants while extending the pain of any near by purists. Kullkoth had the look of sorrow and hatred on his face and it intensified with every passing minute.

Sonniellon stands on a rocky ledge overlooking the Razor Plains, observing the days events. The hazy sky is a bright shade of orange and the air is very still. The lack of wind and dry air brings back thoughts of the desert battles he was in a few days before. In the immediate distance, pillars of smoke rise into the air. Funeral pyres lit to honor the fallen of the days battle. A few dozen small shapes move back and forth among the battlefield. Mutant survivors of the last attack. He observes the scene for a few more moments and then enters the cave at the top of the hill that will be his shelter for the time. Settling himself on the dusty ground, he begins to prepare the psionic charges for the next encounter.

Acidic walks out of the eastern orchard, completely unaware a battle had been raging in this place. Acidic surveys the scene. Acidic is enraged. Acidic is very hungry and some stupid mutant and robot wannabes have obliterated her favorite hook toad fry joint. Acidic turns to the closest tree and snatches and apple. Acidic takes a bite and contemplates what degree of wrath to unleash on this lawless group of desert waste.

Candyguy walks down from his position from the crag on the hilltop to servey the gruesome scene. He didn't walk too far out in the fear of in an attack, due to the deep lacerations on his leg he wouldn't be able to make it back to cover in time. Satisfied with what his eyes consume, he walks back behind the crag. Suddenly, he notices a convoy of more G27 units. What they are he couldn't tell. However, he knew they weren't mutants. Candyguy had sustained a rare mental disorder from over-exposure to Omega Rays. In an episode of bloodlust and rage, he prepares the chemical detonators for his guests as a little snack. As he was about to throw them, something unexpected happened.

Looking around at the scene before him, Cyclerider is horrified at the sight. He cannot believe that his own brothers and sisters, which have survived the apocalypse, have decided to turn on eachother. He springs into action, taking out his knife he decides to gouge out the eyes out of the nearest soldier, moving to the purist he cuts skull open, the dull thwack bring back painfull memories of lesser days. Carefully placing the brain into a jar, he drops the eyes on top. Scanning the area, he moves about until he finds what he is looking for, a cyborg. Making his way forward, a noise catches his attention, he decides to throw the lifeless bodies on top of himself in hope that he will not be discovered, before he completes his work.

Sonneillon's awakes from the deep psionic meditation. The mind stones are charged and Psi power is at maximum. He descends down the rocky hill. At the base, sweeping grasslands meet jagged stone. "To the battlefield" he murmurs. The walk of 5000 meters is not long, however the open terrain will be a challenge to cover undiscovered. Sonneillon pauses and kneels for a moment, presses a switch on the psionic control pannel on his sword and shouts, "Phase skill activate". The grassland realm seems to blink in and out of sight. The molecular phase inverter is now active. Although it won't be complete camouflage, it should provide enough cover to enter the surrounding area to stage an assault on the remaining mutant survivors. As disorganized as the mutants are in the current state of fatigue, and with no clear commander, a few well placed attacks should defeat or route the company.

Sonneillon approaches...

Acidic emerges from the orchard once more. Completely baffled as to why the hapless twits have come to this. With all the insane creatures canvasing the planet a war with each other seems points. She decides it is time to get settle this matter. She closes her eyes. When they open she emerges in Taulin City and heads directly to the Taulin Market. Upset to find they have run out of Red Bull, she picks up a couple intensifiers. Next she heads to the ROTTK headquarters, but gets sidetracked when something sparkley catches her eye in Kilick's Boutique. She wanders into the boutique and picks up some cat ears and roller skates. After a while she remembers the task at hand and heads to the ROTTK headquarters once more.

She arrives at the top secret headquarters located behind the Taulin Black Market and raps three times pauses kicks the bottom of the door. A slot opens and the unmistakeable eyes of Shaelia stare back at her. Shaelia calls out "Password and Rank".

Acidic responds with.... "what?! Password? Have you been drinking again Shay?"

The eye abruptly disappear followed by a loud thud and then a eruption of giggling. The door opens and Bagavond holding the door knob in one had and a pitch of margaritas in the other. The day of horrific sites has not ended it would seem as Acidic covers her eyes agasp at the site of Bagavond clad only in *EDITED* and riding what appears to be a makeshift horse stick toy comprised of Acidic's Alahzen staff and a bunch of orange hair.

Acidic tells Bagavond to assemble the troops there is work to do. Bagavond says **burp** Yes'm and rides off down the halls. Acidic walks to her office and fortunately spot Dylune, Centurion and Badlands playing a game on the Intaulinet. Typical nerd stuff, they are wasting the day away on some game about some sword that fell out of the sky or something. The three jump to attention. Finally some good help! assemble the troops! We have work to do. They scurry off quick as can be.

Acidic enter her personal shower and begins to sud up her hair. She grabs a bar of soap and slowly *EDITED*.

She exits the shower and puts on her new Troxler outfit. She heads out of her office and down to the war room. As to be expected the orgy has already begun. "WTF? Without me? alright, tonight we celebrate tomorrow we battle"
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To arms Acidic cries as she mounts her Ash Venaxadon and traverses back to the battlefield to unbury cyclerider and turn the tide of this battle to the winning side. Her side.

It was near midnight when the voice speaks again: 'You're needed in the War Room'. Dylune was sure he wasn't the only one who could project thoughts and energy weapons just by focusing his mental energy on it.
Almost a year ago, he met Lyzander, another weird fellow who claimed to know the location of the Evil-reborn cyborg, Sharona Rei. When Dylune thought "That can't be...", he heard Lyzander's reply in his mind, although no words came out from his mouth: "Follow me and you shall see for yourself". That was when Dylune came to ROTTK and ever since, instead of attending wounded companions that came from battle, he was in the front ranks, fighting everything: from toads that jumped into Acidic's garden to some shadows called Echos which were threatening a capital Starship so huge, that Dylune got lost in it several months.
'Lemme fetch the Tequila first' - came Dylune's reply to the War Room meeting. - 'I just hope this has nothing to do with Boromier sneaking into the fridge again....'
Fetching his Pharaoh-looking armor and big green hammer, plus serving a couple tequila shots on a tray, Dylune began his slow procession to the War Room.

TO BE CONTINUED....

As the noise fades he waits afew extra minutes to make sure, slowly rising up he makes his way to the dead cyborg. He notices that this one has but cut in half, making his work easier. He looks for the black box deep within the machine, and finally grabs hold of it and pulls it out. Now to make it back to HQ with out being noticed(yeah right). But he travels onward.

Soon the sun is setting at cyclerider's back, as he looks forward he sees a glint in the not far distance. S#!t. Who can that be now. He stops to survey the area, to no avail he has no where to hide. Well, then I shall die like a true warrior. He unsheaths his sword with his left tenticle. With his right hand he prepares the buffs which will help him in oncoming war. He watches as the transporters near.