IT'S COMING RIGHT FOR ME, OH JESUS TELL MY WIFE I LOVE HER. AAAAAAAAAAAAHSDIUHASPIUDO ANYSPVD (IOS/UDÅ=)CNSD/(åo98qwunrvåo9uwqANR9oånuascfou8åm9n uoåi oåiumuomi åoåium ASDOIUÅm i am completely fine, i did not get mauled by a bear. i promise, i am not dead, and i am a human.
The darker shades of pinkish lilac continue the war against the dirty lighter shades in the territory of Ashton's avatar. The time is 5:47 AM. The leader of the dark forces, Supreme Commander Miles, sits at his meeting desk and rubs his head.
Today's work is going nowhere. No progress - just like every other day. Damn the light forces and their wily ways! He slams his fist against the table of his desk; a rare display of emotion that shocks the high-ranking officers conferencing in his command room. A sign of weakness? A display put on for their benefit? Who can tell? Even within the dark forces, there are power vying for constant control; and political games that run deep - feints within feints within feints. Is he provoking them? Sending a message? Is he really so upset?
A young ambitious commander by the name of Alistar clears his throat; a signal he wants to speak. Heads turn. How brave of him! He plays a dangerous game, and they all know it. Speak too far out of line, and your head could end up rolling on the floor...