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Post by tormentor on Jun 20, 2007 20:55:04 GMT -5
"So be it...Tyson."
If his face could show emotion, it would show digust. Disdain from the fact that he was now under the control of man, the very being that he had given his soul to the darkness to in the hopes of one day destroying.
Fate truly is without it's own sense of irony.
Full systems check complete. Thrusters online. Activate.
With that, Stryfe had taken to the skies, straight through the ceiling of this lab into unknown, uncharted realms. He was given life once more...or whatever form of existence it was that you could call this...machination, he found himself under the control of.
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