iced_cooly lotuseater cannon ball erupting salad, oiled by the very makers of the resistance army. a dorilian had just arrived, making the whole situation a bit more tense. the whole hall seemed to be holding its breath, then slowly exhaling, hoping nobody was looking. alan turned his head, and found his eyes affixed to the most insanely disgustingly beautiful creature he had ever come across. as the judges wings were beating rhythmically, he approaced the certain clone, as nothing but science could spawn this chaotically perfect form. you could almost see the odor of longing eminating from this source of shining glory, a slight greenish-blue haze of imagined love. as he closed the gap, the brightest and loudest thing he had ever seen happened: the building was under seige. subtle torpedo blasts knocked apart the walls, greatly upsetting the building. it quickly blinked the screens, then began twisting under the ground. code seven. bright fucking blue. there was no way the reptiles could have crossed the boarder, it was simply impossible. and yet swarms of them showed on the flashing screens, clawing madly at the pulsating stone walls of the hall. shit. where were the robots? they were supposed to be on constant patrol, warping and twisting the dimensions of any being that seemed a threat to the comission. but now, these reptiles, clearly a very large threat to the comission, were coming from every angle one could imagine. to be continued... *dramatic music starts* 040419 what's it to you? who go blather from