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$'

This was every bit, three times more disturbing than a typical Stalker concern. It was inhuman, it was playing on our phrasing at multiple levels, AND it was referring to itself as our Grandma. 


Suffice to say, nobody answered right away. Noticing our shyness, the Fowl then decided to pluck upon that string. "You act stunned after engaging in thievery? I'm sorry you didn't think the owner would just stomach the loss. You shall return what you stole or perish; neither shall you peer directly into my face." 


"I knew it," The Dictator ventilated. "Hear what horror you've attracted!?" 


Trent took a second to try and roast it (sadly not able by Flamethrower) but with offense. "Are you that hideous, Quasimodo, that you must mask your face?" 


It let out a whooping rush of sound, like a pack of baboons bound in a Casette tape. I supposed it was impatience. "Excuse meeeee, I was merely trying to save you the trouble of owing me personal favor." 


The Lender