Jun. 15th, 2005

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Corpses!

Atton was up to his knees in them, a thick, stinking field of dead bodies. Above him, the sky flashed with neon green lightning. He knew that sky well - the sky of Malachor V.


Murderer.

He retched, again and again, an endless fountain of bile and acid rising up in his throat. When at last he had nothing left in his stomach to throw up, he looked upwards at the sky once more.

Murderer.

Something was wrong.

Murderer.

Ripples of green light were spreading over the sky, the storms were becoming more violent, the clouds shifting from their standard simmering to boil threateningly, bright white lightning crackling through them.

The planet was dying again.

A skeletal hand grasped his leg and before Atton could cry out, he was dragged down into the bodies.


Murderer.

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