A backwater bunch of students wedge between highRivalry as they go in pursuit of contraband come~Oddities: exciting Slot"Chordized life forms & gradually coaxing Options to redesign their own nature. Part of them already genetically spliced /-\ including Pyramis, who has been disinte'Greated by whiir'pool among his father's museum archives, covertly intercepted by the SILPH~fibers who speak of magnifying resources via rich*jeWells, while M%Arched by the Cyber*coping for hybrid#Tat Renaissance.

Microscopic geometries glisten at him, boiling under the skin; if any want Influence, they'll have to Filter bait, then Etch new templates over core Foundations. And it's bombs away with Buccaneer bartering that coincide with Rubecca, half of town Legends, witch no one can quickly Peg what she's romped out of her cottage over - but she's Giant'vanced enough to have charmed an insect nest into a G'@stral beacon. Wait, that's merely a parcel-truth among the Maternity: even they don't foresee what new~Wave machinations come stirring behind mentors & flooding between Pir@sitic bOOty.

Gestures & genders begin to hanggg questionably about who Guards what (*costumes & hostages doth ripple..).);  promi'Sealing tremendous tHornZ as the seekers strive to polish crystals to cutting-edge circuits & harvest the Abodes of neck'tar W^ere fore-shaken i./Deals must restruct'Shore preconceptions ~ + Even if they're monitored around the clock for honesty, the crew won't remain earthbound Fur-long once they understand t@tts & perMute~Ability...

Valkyrie ShoWerres vs. The decoy Lend$'

“How’s that?!” Gutt lamented in disbelief, eyes darting out of his skull and down to his wristwatch. “Rats, normally we’d have a solid 10 minutes left. Must have horsed around too much.” He glanced down at the remaining spoils. “Ah, hell! We forgot the flamethrower y'all wanted.” 


The remaining portals pulsated to a wavering beat, a slow throb of about every 4 seconds. A ferocious surge in my circuits told me to streak to the exits with what we had. I could feel my legs twitch, rabid dogs bucking in attempt to wrest free from their cages and chains. But I resisted. “Do we absolutely have to have the Flamer?” I shook the sack. “We already have plenty!” 


He made sounds under duress, trying to hammer out a course of action. “Don’t Panic…” He churned with a vigorous expression. “They still won’t give out for a bit.” 


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