I'm in control now part 2 · 6:12am Apr 12th, 2013
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~ Equestrian Earth the MMORPG - 0%
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~ Luna Plays - 0%
What I'm currently listening to:
A lone beige stallion stirred within his sleep. His body quivered and shivered as if he was in stranded out in the tundra in the middle of a cold winter night. His voice groaned and struggled as his subconscious was locked in a struggle with the enemies of his mind. He was having terrible nightmares. Nightmares that played on his worst fears. Seeing his friends leaving him behind in the dust, or seeing them all die before him. Seeing his home burn to the ground as a nightmarish dragon ravaged it. Seeing his beloved Luna casually cast him aside like a rugged scrap of dirt trash.
He quickly snapped out of his dream from the moment Luna stepped out of his vision, and felt his face painted with dried tears. He looked around him and saw that he was chained up to a huge rock and that it was floating in a continuously color-shifting realm. His despair quickly turned into irritation as he looked around. He had been here before, in this same exact situation. He turned his attention forward to see Umbra floating before him, looking like he had just won the lottery.
“You see? Nopony cares about you. You’ll be left all alone in this world very soon. All alone with me. You can’t change your fate,” Umbra sneered.
“You’re wrong! Somepony will stop you eventually! You’re not all powerful!” Chaotic bellowed back with all his might.
Umbra simply shook his head and turned around. “I doubt that.”
With that said, Umbra slowly waved at the space in front of him and a dark portal appeared. He stepped through the new doorway, and Chaotic knew his meeting with his warden was over.
Chaotic! You are right because you can stop him! Plus I care about you and Luna most certainly does! Are you alright dear brother?
Alright guys, we have to do something about this. Chaotic needs our help!
PONY AVENGERS, assemble!
W̟̳̯̗͖̲̖͂̆̌ͣ͛͞h͓̙̜̍̅͢i̸̪̱ͨ̇ͭ̽͋͆l̖͕̙̹͖͇ͣͤͥ́ě̪̝̬̣͊͆̉̏̏ ̯̱͕̾̀͌ͧ̈̇ͫȈ̦̙̭̥̑̌͒͒ͤͅ ͬͤͯͯ̒̈́u̜̞̩͎n̳̳̲̖̔͌͋̀ḑͣ̇̚e̪̍͌ͤ̎r̤̺͕̤̻͇̮ͯ̾̀s̥̻̙͚̺̍̑͜t͏̮̻̠̰̰͔͔àͭ̓͗n̫ͫ̂ͯ̽d̷̻̭͇̼͈͈̔̐̽ ̸̲̼͖͉̗͔̃ͮ̍͆̚h͕ͫ̉͂̔͛̇o͍̘͇̜͙̗̔̆̌̾̐ẘ͕͇͈̝̣̮̌͊̃ͤͨ̚ ͕m̗̱̝͇̲̞ͣ̍̎ͤ̈ͮͯ͝ͅu̸͖͌̏c̩̟̹̟ͮ̓̏͒ͣh̯͗͐̒̌̚̚ͅ ̥̗̥͇̄f̯̯̣ͣu͉͛ͦn̬͎̥̏͂̊̇͆̑͛́ ̠͕̺̃͆̓̂̑i͇̦̘͊̂̏ͬ̃͋ͪ́t̰̩̞̜̥̋̀͘ ̘̗̥̖̘̩̍̈͗͐i̢̼̘̱̟̝̙͚̽ͨ͐͊͛ͯs̟̪͓̫͋̓̒ͣ̉͗̏ ̀̓ͨ͗ͭ͏̩̱̰̱͖t̷̞̜͍̯̿ͦͤò̖̳̘ ̯̤͙͊t̸ͤ͂̎ô̠̣̜͕̖̻̙̆̎͊̃͊r͉͉̭̩͒̃̏̀̊͗ͬ͝mȅ̙̮̳̠̰̳̓̽͗̌̊̚ñ͌̍̋͆t̥̯ͯ ͋ͭͦ̚y̷͊̌̂ȍ̜͓̼̯̗̝̦̒̓͌ur̍̀ͦ ̢ͧh̼̟̲̠ͮͭ́o̳͍͎̥̭ͮͮ̒̀ͦ̔s͔ͮ̿͂ṯ̦̰̒̏̆̌̾ͩ́,̘ ̱̖ͭǏ͖̩̲̩̦̖͐̐̔̔̐͑ͅ ̬̓͗ͫ̇ͯ̉͝f̬̙̆̓̂́͛e̝̮̻͂ͩ͐̉e̘̩̘̖̫̥̤l̖͖̗̦̱̒̓͋̈́̿ͤ̒ ̹̰̘͓̲̞̌ͣ̄̂͘i͑ͮ͠t̘̗͔̎ͥͅ ̴̝̩̥̯̆̒i̜̜̭͋̓̊̈́̾̎s̟̗̯̾͞ ̶͉̝͎͖̜ͪ͌ͤ̓ǒ͕̺͎̳͕̹̩̒̒̑n̸̠̥̹̪ͦ͆̿l̶͎͎̰y̝͎̟̐̽̃̈̓ͤ ̙͈̤̯͒̓͆͒̊r̬͎̿ͥ͊͑ͪ̂̅ͅĩ̼͙̺̳͓͇̾͞g̳̻̠̓͐ͭ̽̇h̫͈͎̼̬̜̓͒͗t͆ͥͮͯ̉ͨ͏̰͕̹̱͉̳̳ ̯̪̭̻̭͊͗ͭ̿͡t̻̳̙̪̦̖̩́͒͊̿o͍̫͍͆́͝ ̭͕͇̰̟͇̥ͤ̓͋͒͌ͤ̈͢w̝̬̌̎ͧ̌͋ǎ̘͍̤̪̫̑͟r̹͙̄̿͒̍́n̈́ ̋͆͑y̴̫̲͙̘͙͎ͪ̀̐̌͊ȯ͉̝͓̮u̦̭̭͎͓̘̐ͩ ̠͊ͮ͐t̥͈̪̣̞͍̑̐́̓̕ḣ̜̳̦̼͍̓ͤ͢a̟̟ͫ͐ͬ̈́ͯͨt̝̙̠̲̥͉ ̸̼͛t̃̎̏͑ͬ͢o̸̱̘͈̲̥͙ͨ̓ͬ̏ͧ̐r̪̼̯̝͈̃͒̄͋t͍̣͍̘̼̽ͤu̵̯͖ͩ̓̅ͥ̀r̶͚̅̊ͨ̂ͣi̧͈̫̣̥̦͍͕̊n͇͔ͨͤ̓̽̎́ǵ̡̪̝̑̊ ͉͖̳͍͓̠̯̋ͧ̓̿̚ẗ̵̤́hͥ̀ͦ͏e͔̺̹̭̜̘̘͝ḿ̘͍̟̗͇̥ͤ̄ͥ̈ ̯̟̻̰͞l̞̦͓̒̓̚̕i͓͎͎̇͆ͭk̸e͇͙͉̲̹̹̅̀͞ ̴͉̼̭̝̳̳ͤͣͭṯ̠̪̫̊̓̌ͥ̽͑̊h̟ͪͨͯͩ̿͛ͬ͡i͙̝͓̦̦͕̣͛s̈́͋͆ͥͭ̚͠ ̛̘̭̳̘̰̓͊̈́̆͂͑͂j̠̼̯̘̹̗́ͣͮ͋u͉͕̤̮̖ͣ̽ṣͮ͝t̩͇̹̣̥̓̅ͪ̆ͩͣ̋͟ͅ ̗͓̤͕̭̼ͨͮm̴̹̖̭͇͊ͅa̓͑̄̀k͒͊ͬͨ͏̺̮͉̟͉̭ḛ̭͙̼͉̌̒s̪̥͊̆̀̓͗̏̑ͅ ̤̭͙̩̪̮͉̽ͬͯ̍͗̐̑tͤͥ͐̐̽̿̓҉h̭̜̑̊̌ͥ̉́ë͎͕́m̶͍̓̏͊̿̄ ͉̣̼̞̻ͯ̽͞s̘͈̯̀t̵̯͔͖͖̰͔̃̋̒͗̽r͍͇̫̖̫̙͂̔̇ͭ̏̔̚u̮͓͚͍̰̮͋͊̎̅ͤ͌ͩ͟g̴͚͚̈ͫͯ̃͋g̖̻̞͎͇̫ͨ̈̏̽ͮͅl̳͖ͭ̃ͤ̌ͣé̢̝̪̘͉͉̩̭̈̉́̀̉̚ ̡̞̭̬̲͙ͯ̅ĥ̸͓͙̂̆å̬̠̪̯̦ͫ͊͋r͕̣̣̣̠̟̓ͩͅd̰̯̭̗̝̳̊ͥͫ̈e̼̝̬̪͕ͮͫṟ̥̣͎̜͉͔ͧ͐̀.̧͔̼̬̮́ͫͅ
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̶̤͓̳̒͆Í̴̭͚'̵̜̜͙̚ṃ̗̃̍́ͬ͊͒͌ ̜͍̗͛̈́ͩ͊̾s̅ṵ̈͗̔̈͛ͨ̊͢r̗̭͔ͯe̖̹̫̙̞̿̊͐̀̄ ̧͔̫̱͔̯̥̔̃̍t̪̝̮̝ͮh̺̮̰̾̽̿e͈̻̟̣̝͖̓̓ͯ̆̚ ̬̮̙͚̼̫ͮͮ͊͟l̤̰͈͕͌ͣ̔͜a͎̩͙̞ͩ͒̅́̅̍š̯̑̀t͕̟͓̦̀̓͌̋̆ͨ ̩͕̘̗̙͔̉ͨ͘t̪̘͙͚̝̮̺͂͒̋̐̐͐̏h̠̜̝͚̞̦̲ͯ̒ͧ̚i̛͓͚͕͙̯̯̚n̋̄̒̄͗̽͐g̣̝̜̯̹̦͕̅ͤ̽̽͌͛ ̺̦̦̖̙̹ͮ͌ͦy̔͗̓ͧọ̜ǘ̙̼̬̱̥͂̎̍́ ̪̥̳̅ͭ̊̇w̛̬̦̍̍ͦ̓͋̓͆a̙͕̟ͬ̄̑̋̇̒́n̶̝̱̬̬̰t͔̫͓͙͇ͫͧͩ̃ͭ̂̓͘ ̞̰̰̥̭̠̬t͕͚͎͚͚ͫ̉͐ͯ̈̿ò̙̟͕͓ͮ̌̓ͫ ̸̤͚̔ͧͣͥ̿d̯̣̺͓̤ͨ͆ơ̳͖̯͍̓͊ͭ͛ ̹͓͗̎i̥͕̹͙̹̙͂̃̈͢s̟̤͔̞̟ͤ̓̽͜ ͍̱͓̘̳ͦͧͩͭ̅̅́g̢̝ͭ̃ͭơ̼̐͗ͯḁ͓̤̐̉̈̒̍̇d̢̞̃ͦ͊̑ ̵̮̄h͊̚i͖̫̞̖͊́ͅm̴̒ͥ̇͋ͥ̒͂ ̖̒͑ͫͤ̽̀̊i̢͓̹̗ņ̎̾̓ͪͅṯ̳̻̦̘ͩͨ̌̓̈́̓̚o̷̜̾̿ ̶̦̝̳̝̩̰ͨ̓ͬͦp̩̗͑u͔̙̗̥̪̠̦͋͑͋̑ͨ͘sͯ͋̎͋ͭ͞h͕î̛̬͉͉͖̳ͮͬ͐͆ͩn̟̺̪ͧ̒̏ǵ̳̏̐̈ ͦͩ̏t̊ͦͤͤ͐ͫ͞ō̤̫̾ͅŏ̶̝̘̜̮̱̠ ͍͈͍͉̋͆ͩ̐̿ͫh̵̗͈̬̯͉̆̽̃a̱̪̟̰̘̱̹̔ͥ̿͐r͎̭͈̜̳̬̆ͅd̥̩͔̯̞̉ͣ́͗̎̽ͮ,̱̟̱̫͙͉̬͆ͧ̒̃ ͉̯̭͇̱͍̯̈́́ͣ̏̌ͧ̚n̝̮o̶͒̽͛ͬ̇?͔͙̞̻̥̇ ͓͕͑͡I̦̬̗ͣͩͭͨ̑̈́͋͜t̝̙̤͕̹̅ͬͭ̂͋̓̃ ̢͔̲͇̜̫ͩw͙͍̌̃ͧ͊͢ȏͫ͑ͨͧ͏͔͓u̍͝ḷ̞̣̩̦̠ͦͬ̔͑͐ͥ̄ḏ̌́̾̎ͭ ̡͂b̹̳̘̖̞̍̃̔͂ͬ̀́͡ḙ͔͖̍ͤ ̡͖̫ͅa͎̳̝̯͂͗͌ͤͬ̎͠ ̡̪̟͔͙̤̞͇ͮ̒̇̾̒̾̊s̒ͩ̅͆̇ḫ̭̲̼̬a͍̙ͅm̕ē̺͈̬͖͉͌ͭ ͕̬̊̆ͣ̓t͓̯̙͈͋o͔̩͊̌ͅ ̛̥͍̗̝̃ͫ͑̿ͅs͎̦͇̯̻͔̈̌̏e̦̳̳͔̰̽ͩ͂ͦ̈́͌ễ̛̞̪͕͐͑̈́͂̉ ̴̠͎̻͉̜̋̔̓ͦy̵͖o̧͖̣̖̜̅ͬ̄̈́u͎̲͔͢ ͚̜̝̯̖̠̥̇ͪ̉ͩ́ͧ̚͢b̪̞͎̫͓̖ͦͤ͒̓e̩̥͟ ̶͊̂͂̿e͎̟̞̦̩̤͂v̭̮̝̦̪͇͔̄̎̆̒ͧ̄i̲͇̘̻̊̈́̓͗c͔̜̫̋t̨͕̠̒ͅe̩ͩ́d̟̠̳̯͍͍͆ ̘̼̮͖̟́͌f̫̯͓̏r̐ͩ̂̏͋̚ȯ̖̞̀̓̽̇͟m̸ͅ ̻͚ͬ̂̓ͣͬ͐͠t̵̗̺ͧ̅͆h̼̗̋̓͆ͬ̇i̸̬͇̬̋̾̈̏ͤ̊s̘ ͈̭͍̣̔͋͛̾̄̒́n͍͕̩̩͎̜ͧ̄ͮͯ͛e̪͕͉̜͖͈͒w̼͈̯̖͠ ̭b̌̌ͨͩ̎͟o͈d̫͖̜͖̘̞̒̍̌y͚̥̻̝ͭ̆̐̇ ̷͙̃̑͗ͪ̾̃a̻̜̜͍͇̟͒̈͞f̡̼̭͍ͤt̛͓̤̥̫̝̑̐͂̋̄e͍̹̲ͤͫr͚̤͈̭͌͌̈́̃̚͘ ̩̩͚͚̂ͫͨo̭̥͖̖̦͍̪̔̌̈́n̥̙͈̳͓̥͈̽̉̎l͚͕ͬͪy̶ ̮̦̝̺̿͐ͯ͂ͅa̜̣̣̘̩̓̈́̋̇̎ ̣̞͓̞̩͖ͦͪ̍̂̓͞w̮͓̹̾͐ͩe̥̞̼̜̿e̡̖̞̥͔̙ͯk̢̰̞͈̓.̼̤̰̮͇ͦ
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̤͕̤̦͇͚͖ͩ̇̀I͈͗ ̪̭̻ͅp̣̈́ͤ̆r͐̓ͦͧ͡e͉̦͎̒ͬͩͬ̉f̵̖̳̥̯̰er͍͇̺̎ ̱̪͉̓ͫ̉̅͒ạ̥͍͉̗̹͂͞ ̥͖̦̞̬̋͒́̌m̡̱̣̟ͫ͊͂ȯ̴͚̝̳̻̎͑r͎̉̅̈̕e͚̘͊ͮ͛ͅ ̗̰͇̝͈̓͑͊̓̆sͧͥu̷̅̾ͯ̚b͕̽̒ͭͯͣ̂ͫt̝̲̣̼̽̇͌̿̓́ḽ̷̂͊̏ͬ̇̎̿ͅe̱̜̘͔̳̼̐̀͡ ͕̼̘̾͂̇̃͗͂͞ả͈͗̕p͈͙̝̟̮̂̈ͥͬ͆̀p̦̘͉r̊̃̆o̯͎͓͚͖ͦ͒̽ͪ͐͜a̱̣̓̂̀͂cͪ̑ͮͦ҉̦̰͖h̶̭̱̞͈̝͔̙,͖̺̻̭̽ͣ̈̋ͭ̏ ̜͔̝̣̘͔̎̍͞m̂ͣͦ̽͡y̶͍̘̭̼̔̚ś̍̊̆ͬ̎͊e̢͔̖͚̙̺̬̅̒͐̾ͦḷ͋ͯ͌ͥ͞f̣̝̰̣́̒.̩̬̩͍̘̾̔ͮͥͅ ̦̍I͘n̞̝͆̈́ͯ̎́ͯ͠s̖̫͓͓͍͕̃͌̑ͬͬï̧͔̺͍̖̮̪͙ͬ̽̚d͓͇̤̊̽̿ě̩̺̩̠ͬ̓́͗̽ ̶ṫ͇͎̠̅̂̿͌̚͞h̛̫̙͇̲̫ͅi͎̼̚s̨̱͖̼̩̩͚͈ͬͥ̒ ̸̘ͦ͑͋͆̈ͦp̷̥̖̩̮̟a͈͐ͣ̄́r͎͍̞̜̪̘͇ͥ̌̃ͦ́̏́t̴̲̭̯̤̜͒ͭi̷̘̩̪c͔̐̋̊͐͌̕ū̱̭̯̣̎l͉̭̻̘̻̤͕̐̚͢ą̹͈̦̬͋r̜̓͑̊ ͕̠̼̓͌̓ͮh͇ͯͥ̑ẻ̓̐̑͐͂ͫá̴͖̻̑d͇͎̰̜̋ ̖͔̘̬̘ͤ̐ͨ̎̀̇͗m͔͍̝̟̫ͮy͛ ̠̦̯̓̆́̑̏͗́ẖ̻̯̦ͭ́ͣ͆̇o͓͙̹͇̰̩̟̍̄̀s̜̳͈͔̬͉͗ͯ̋́t̸̬̼͎̩̼̺͎ͯ ͈̙̜̗̙͈̭ͧ͞i̛̯̰ͪs̛͈̹̼͕̰̘̈́ͣ̔̾̏̾̒ͅ ̴̭̄g̛͕̖̲̗̑͊́͋ͯͅo̙̮͈̊̑́ͥ̌̐̀į̱̭̗̰̥̙͗ͫ͌̒̊n̄҉g̞̒ ͔̞̺̽̔̀̃ͯͪ͝aͨͮͩ͏̜̹̣̼̬̥̠b̶̺͔̩̤͂ͥ̌͛o̤̺͔̖̙̖ͮͬ̀ͭ̽̎͢u̥̬̯̱̣ͩ̋͛ͪt͏͙̹͈̲ ̡̪̥̹ͪ́ͅiͬ̇̍n͇͓̟̹̑ͬ͝ a̅̇ ̷͈̯͉̙͇̫̓͋̊̂̅̈ͥw͛ͬ̀ͤ̒ͣ̋҉͈̫̰̱͖̞̟o̸̥̖̝͗̔̋͋̀r͈̝͚̫̝̫͐l̏́͒͏̜̭d̺̝̩̬͙̕ ̝͛ͩ͠w̪͒ͧ̓̃͗h̴͙̆̀ͦͫ̈ͫ̏ę̭̝͉̟̓̑ͪ̄r̖̱̜̜̰͉͛́̒̚ͅe̥̾̈́̔͝ ̟͚̜̳͇ͅj̣͔̉̆͡ű̶͔͙̪͙̫̩͈̈́͂͑ͬͭsͪ͠t̝̹̰̼͉̦͇́̓͌͌̿͢ ̣͙̮͑ͧ͟a̧͑͊ͤ̃̚b͙̤̻̭̓̔̓ͮo̬͇̽ű͓͕ͨ̂̀͜t̵̥̱̬̦ͦ̓͒̂ ̡̤̼̗̒̇e̬̯̾̋ͦ͑́ͅv̲͖e̬̣̲ͥͧͭ͂̚r̶͍̬̱̭̊̐ͪ͋̉ỵ̘̜̟̪̟̳̓t̤̗͗́͆h͍̱i͔̩̼͙͈̺ͣͅn̤̝̪̎ͫͬͨ̄̈́ͤg͖̟̯͍̬ͫ́͐̈́͛̐͋͡ ̶̗̟̬̭͍ͭ̑͑ͣg̍o̖̼̬̫͓͕̜ͭͤȇ̹͍̟ͣ͌̂ͬͫ̊̕s͓̎ͣ ̸͖̳̤̏̾ͩ͆̐r͕̠͉̳̫ͨ̃ͩ͗̉ͨͯ͡i͚͚̳̗͇͢g̸ͬ̅̎͌̀ͧͩh̵͇̙͇̩͋̎̈́ͯ̀̽t̥̗̜̻̰͇ ͎͔̬̝̜͆͐ͣ͞ͅf̯̈̇̿̎̈̌ͤọ̷̩̤̺̠̣̊̽̂r̨̮ͭ͛ͅ ̹ͣ̑̀h̘̻̬̼͇̻͆̈̍̇̓́i̩̪̗̖̮͂̇̈́̍ͤͦ̀m̵̗͉̺̮̯̻͛͋ͯͪ̊,̧͕̪̣ͨ ͎̱̰̰̳̹͍ͦ͘l̷̯͙̼̯̠̺̽͋ͅe̸̬̭͙͐̒̅͋ͣͭa̎͛̀̽́͛̈v̛ͥͮ̋̅i̻̣̹͓̋ͤ͋ͦ͒̏n͚͎̻̜ͩ̃ͦͮ̿g̳̠̃̓̽ͯ ̫̻̤̃̓̿̾̚m͚̻͕̺̣̑ͥ͡ḛ̵̫ͪ̍̑͗̓͒̅ ̰̺̫͕̏̽̍̿̽ͭͣͅt͇̖͍̟͓ͅo̻̠̝͓̖̭͂̓ͮ̇͒̌̄ ̖͇̜̮͈̖ś̝͉̊̅́̓͋ͣp̬̲̄͐̅r̙ͯ͑͑̐͟ë̪̤̯̺̤́̅̎ͦ̍ͯͧa̜͇̯̠͇͍̿͑̏͂͑ͥͅd̻͖ͥ̓ͅ ̤͍̬͚̿̍̑̒c͈͓͇ͤ̈́̇̐h͈̍̉̂̏a̪̯̖͉͔̹͚o͉̳̭̦̼̟̮ͫͤͣ̀s̴͓͛̅͗̋ ̭͍̥̟͔͂̎̈́f̷ͦ̇́̅́̃̓aͮ͊̄͆ȉ̷͕͚ͦͦͦṙ̘̲̻͓̤̣ͣͫ̄ͭ͊ͮ͡ͅl̰̻ͯ̾͌̒̏ͧy͙̝̪̎ͪ̋̈́ͪ̐̾ ̡̠̠̩̝̝̰̔ṵ̯̖̌ͨ͋̑͌̈̕nm̿̔ͣ͋ọ͖̹̰̳͌̓ḷ͖͍ͧͤ͐ẽ̃ͯ̓̒ͬs̯ͩt̰͈̮̼̦̪̣͒̅̎͋ͨ̂ẻ̗̯̖̣̄̀̉̿͗̇͟d̛̰̙̍̄̒.̢ͯͤ̀
I do know how to beat him, but he cast some spell to turn my own spell against me... once I figure out how to get through it, we will get our own Chaotic back. He better hope it happens soon, I am almost too busy to actually do fun things.
Can we borrow the Friendship Orbital Cannon? I believe someone here needs it. Badly.
1001585 Yo! What the fu-oh yeah it's that ._.
I have gone into intensive study and discovered the best way to defeat you. Release the Bees.
1001585 Question,Why Zalgo?
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uhh...I have the doctor in my head and I can get derpy.
called her two days ago, she is coming
im here! hello pen and doctor in her mind, whats the problem?
we are taking a trip inside chaotics head, pen needs to put her head up to his and walk through his memories, and perhaps push umbra out to kill him.
but wont umbra just jump into her head?
ill take the risk
the good news is that he cant get in her head because she has two minds, so the one open space is already occupied
W̟̳̯̗͖̲̖͂̆̌ͣ͛͞h͓̙̜̍̅͢i̸̪̱ͨ̇ͭ̽͋͆l̖͕̙̹͖͇ͣͤͥ́ě̪̝̬̣͊͆̉̏̏ ̯̱͕̾̀͌ͧ̈̇ͫȈ̦̙̭̥̑̌͒͒ͤͅ ͬͤͯͯ̒̈́u̜̞̩͎n̳̳̲̖̔͌͋̀ḑͣ̇̚e̪̍͌ͤ̎r̤̺͕̤̻͇̮ͯ̾̀s̥̻̙͚̺̍̑͜t͏̮̻̠̰̰͔͔àͭ̓͗n̫ͫ̂ͯ̽d̷̻̭͇̼͈͈̔̐̽ ̸̲̼͖͉̗͔̃ͮ̍͆̚h͕ͫ̉͂̔͛̇o͍̘͇̜͙̗̔̆̌̾̐ẘ͕͇͈̝̣̮̌͊̃ͤͨ̚ ͕m̗̱̝͇̲̞ͣ̍̎ͤ̈ͮͯ͝ͅu̸͖͌̏c̩̟̹̟ͮ̓̏͒ͣh̯͗͐̒̌̚̚ͅ ̥̗̥͇̄f̯̯̣ͣu͉͛ͦn̬͎̥̏͂̊̇͆̑͛́ ̠͕̺̃͆̓̂̑i͇̦̘͊̂̏ͬ̃͋ͪ́t̰̩̞̜̥̋̀͘ ̘̗̥̖̘̩̍̈͗͐i̢̼̘̱̟̝̙͚̽ͨ͐͊͛ͯs̟̪͓̫͋̓̒ͣ̉͗̏ ̀̓ͨ͗ͭ͏̩̱̰̱͖t̷̞̜͍̯̿ͦͤò̖̳̘ ̯̤͙͊t̸ͤ͂̎ô̠̣̜͕̖̻̙̆̎͊̃͊r͉͉̭̩͒̃̏̀̊͗ͬ͝mȅ̙̮̳̠̰̳̓̽͗̌̊̚ñ͌̍̋͆t̥̯ͯ ͋ͭͦ̚y̷͊̌̂ȍ̜͓̼̯̗̝̦̒̓͌ur̍̀ͦ ̢ͧh̼̟̲̠ͮͭ́o̳͍͎̥̭ͮͮ̒̀ͦ̔s͔ͮ̿͂ṯ̦̰̒̏̆̌̾ͩ́,̘ ̱̖ͭǏ͖̩̲̩̦̖͐̐̔̔̐͑ͅ ̬̓͗ͫ̇ͯ̉͝f̬̙̆̓̂́͛e̝̮̻͂ͩ͐̉e̘̩̘̖̫̥̤l̖͖̗̦̱̒̓͋̈́̿ͤ̒ ̹̰̘͓̲̞̌ͣ̄̂͘i͑ͮ͠t̘̗͔̎ͥͅ ̴̝̩̥̯̆̒i̜̜̭͋̓̊̈́̾̎s̟̗̯̾͞ ̶͉̝͎͖̜ͪ͌ͤ̓ǒ͕̺͎̳͕̹̩̒̒̑n̸̠̥̹̪ͦ͆̿l̶͎͎̰y̝͎̟̐̽̃̈̓ͤ ̙͈̤̯͒̓͆͒̊r̬͎̿ͥ͊͑ͪ̂̅ͅĩ̼͙̺̳͓͇̾͞g̳̻̠̓͐ͭ̽̇h̫͈͎̼̬̜̓͒͗t͆ͥͮͯ̉ͨ͏̰͕̹̱͉̳̳ ̯̪̭̻̭͊͗ͭ̿͡t̻̳̙̪̦̖̩́͒͊̿o͍̫͍͆́͝ ̭͕͇̰̟͇̥ͤ̓͋͒͌ͤ̈͢w̝̬̌̎ͧ̌͋ǎ̘͍̤̪̫̑͟r̹͙̄̿͒̍́n̈́ ̋͆͑y̴̫̲͙̘͙͎ͪ̀̐̌͊ȯ͉̝͓̮u̦̭̭͎͓̘̐ͩ ̠͊ͮ͐t̥͈̪̣̞͍̑̐́̓̕ḣ̜̳̦̼͍̓ͤ͢a̟̟ͫ͐ͬ̈́ͯͨt̝̙̠̲̥͉ ̸̼͛t̃̎̏͑ͬ͢o̸̱̘͈̲̥͙ͨ̓ͬ̏ͧ̐r̪̼̯̝͈̃͒̄͋t͍̣͍̘̼̽ͤu̵̯͖ͩ̓̅ͥ̀r̶͚̅̊ͨ̂ͣi̧͈̫̣̥̦͍͕̊n͇͔ͨͤ̓̽̎́ǵ̡̪̝̑̊ ͉͖̳͍͓̠̯̋ͧ̓̿̚ẗ̵̤́hͥ̀ͦ͏e͔̺̹̭̜̘̘͝ḿ̘͍̟̗͇̥ͤ̄ͥ̈ ̯̟̻̰͞l̞̦͓̒̓̚̕i͓͎͎̇͆ͭk̸e͇͙͉̲̹̹̅̀͞ ̴͉̼̭̝̳̳ͤͣͭṯ̠̪̫̊̓̌ͥ̽͑̊h̟ͪͨͯͩ̿͛ͬ͡i͙̝͓̦̦͕̣͛s̈́͋͆ͥͭ̚͠ ̛̘̭̳̘̰̓͊̈́̆͂͑͂j̠̼̯̘̹̗́ͣͮ͋u͉͕̤̮̖ͣ̽ṣͮ͝t̩͇̹̣̥̓̅ͪ̆ͩͣ̋͟ͅ ̗͓̤͕̭̼ͨͮm̴̹̖̭͇͊ͅa̓͑̄̀k͒͊ͬͨ͏̺̮͉̟͉̭ḛ̭͙̼͉̌̒s̪̥͊̆̀̓͗̏̑ͅ ̤̭͙̩̪̮͉̽ͬͯ̍͗̐̑tͤͥ͐̐̽̿̓҉h̭̜̑̊̌ͥ̉́ë͎͕́m̶͍̓̏͊̿̄ ͉̣̼̞̻ͯ̽͞s̘͈̯̀t̵̯͔͖͖̰͔̃̋̒͗̽r͍͇̫̖̫̙͂̔̇ͭ̏̔̚u̮͓͚͍̰̮͋͊̎̅ͤ͌ͩ͟g̴͚͚̈ͫͯ̃͋g̖̻̞͎͇̫ͨ̈̏̽ͮͅl̳͖ͭ̃ͤ̌ͣé̢̝̪̘͉͉̩̭̈̉́̀̉̚ ̡̞̭̬̲͙ͯ̅ĥ̸͓͙̂̆å̬̠̪̯̦ͫ͊͋r͕̣̣̣̠̟̓ͩͅd̰̯̭̗̝̳̊ͥͫ̈
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̶̤͓̳̒͆Í̴̭͚'̵̜̜͙̚ṃ̗̃̍́ͬ͊͒͌ ̜͍̗͛̈́ͩ͊̾s̅ṵ̈͗̔̈͛ͨ̊͢r̗̭͔ͯe̖̹̫̙̞̿̊͐̀̄ ̧͔̫̱͔̯̥̔̃̍t̪̝̮̝ͮh̺̮̰̾̽̿e͈̻̟̣̝͖̓̓ͯ̆̚ ̬̮̙͚̼̫ͮͮ͊͟l̤̰͈͕͌ͣ̔͜a͎̩͙̞ͩ͒̅́̅̍š̯̑̀t͕̟͓̦̀̓͌̋̆ͨ ̩͕̘̗̙͔̉ͨ͘t̪̘͙͚̝̮̺͂͒̋̐̐͐̏h̠̜̝͚̞̦̲ͯ̒ͧ̚i̛͓͚͕͙̯̯̚n̋̄̒̄͗̽͐g̣̝̜̯̹̦͕̅ͤ̽̽͌͛ ̺̦̦̖̙̹ͮ͌ͦy̔͗̓ͧọ̜ǘ̙̼̬̱̥͂̎̍́ ̪̥̳̅ͭ̊̇w̛̬̦̍̍ͦ̓͋̓͆a̙͕̟ͬ̄̑̋̇̒́n̶̝̱̬̬̰t͔̫͓͙͇ͫͧͩ̃ͭ̂̓͘ ̞̰̰̥̭̠̬t͕͚͎͚͚ͫ̉͐ͯ̈̿ò̙̟͕͓ͮ̌̓ͫ ̸̤͚̔ͧͣͥ̿d̯̣̺͓̤ͨ͆ơ̳͖̯͍̓͊ͭ͛ ̹͓͗̎i̥͕̹͙̹̙͂̃̈͢s̟̤͔̞̟ͤ̓̽͜ ͍̱͓̘̳ͦͧͩͭ̅̅́g̢̝ͭ̃ͭơ̼̐͗ͯḁ͓̤̐̉̈̒̍̇d̢̞̃ͦ͊̑ ̵̮̄h͊̚i͖̫̞̖͊́ͅm̴̒ͥ̇͋ͥ̒͂ ̖̒͑ͫͤ̽̀̊i̢͓̹̗ņ̎̾̓ͪͅṯ̳̻̦̘ͩͨ̌̓̈́̓̚o̷̜̾̿ ̶̦̝̳̝̩̰ͨ̓ͬͦp̩̗͑u͔̙̗̥̪̠̦͋͑͋̑ͨ͘sͯ͋̎͋ͭ͞h͕î̛̬͉͉͖̳ͮͬ͐͆ͩn̟̺̪ͧ̒̏ǵ̳̏̐̈ ͦͩ̏t̊ͦͤͤ͐ͫ͞ō̤̫̾ͅŏ̶̝̘̜̮̱̠ ͍͈͍͉̋͆ͩ̐̿ͫh̵̗͈̬̯͉̆̽̃a̱̪̟̰̘̱̹̔ͥ̿͐r͎̭͈̜̳̬̆ͅd̥̩͔̯̞̉ͣ́͗̎̽ͮ,̱̟̱̫͙͉̬͆ͧ̒̃ ͉̯̭͇̱͍̯̈́́ͣ̏̌ͧ̚n̝̮o̶͒̽͛ͬ̇?͔͙̞̻̥̇ ͓͕͑͡I̦̬̗ͣͩͭͨ̑̈́͋͜t̝̙̤͕̹̅ͬͭ̂͋̓̃ ̢͔̲͇̜̫ͩw͙͍̌̃ͧ͊͢ȏͫ͑ͨͧ͏͔͓u̍͝ḷ̞̣̩̦̠ͦͬ̔͑͐ͥ̄ḏ̌́̾̎ͭ ̡͂b̹̳̘̖̞̍̃̔͂ͬ̀́͡ḙ͔͖̍ͤ ̡͖̫ͅa͎̳̝̯͂͗͌ͤͬ̎͠ ̡̪̟͔͙̤̞͇ͮ̒̇̾̒̾̊s̒ͩ̅͆̇ḫ̭̲̼̬a͍̙ͅm̕ē̺͈̬͖͉͌ͭ ͕̬̊̆ͣ̓t͓̯̙͈͋o͔̩͊̌ͅ ̛̥͍̗̝̃ͫ͑̿ͅs͎̦͇̯̻͔̈̌̏e̦̳̳͔̰̽ͩ͂ͦ̈́͌ễ̛̞̪͕͐͑̈́͂̉ ̴̠͎̻͉̜̋̔̓ͦy̵͖o̧͖̣̖̜̅ͬ̄̈́u͎̲͔͢ ͚̜̝̯̖̠̥̇ͪ̉ͩ́ͧ̚͢b̪̞͎̫͓̖ͦͤ͒̓e̩̥͟ ̶͊̂͂̿e͎̟̞̦̩̤͂v̭̮̝̦̪͇͔̄̎̆̒ͧ̄i̲͇̘̻̊̈́̓͗c͔̜̫̋t̨͕̠̒ͅe̩ͩ́d̟̠̳̯͍͍͆ ̘̼̮͖̟́͌f̫̯͓̏r̐ͩ̂̏͋̚ȯ̖̞̀̓̽̇͟m̸ͅ ̻͚ͬ̂̓ͣͬ͐͠t̵̗̺ͧ̅͆h̼̗̋̓͆ͬ̇i̸̬͇̬̋̾̈̏ͤ̊s̘ ͈̭͍̣̔͋͛̾̄̒́n͍͕̩̩͎̜ͧ̄ͮͯ͛e̪͕͉̜͖͈͒w̼͈̯̖͠ ̭b̌̌ͨͩ̎͟o͈d̫͖̜͖̘̞̒̍̌y͚̥̻̝ͭ̆̐̇ ̷͙̃̑͗ͪ̾̃a̻̜̜͍͇̟͒̈͞f̡̼̭͍ͤt̛͓̤̥̫̝̑̐͂̋̄e͍̹̲ͤͫr͚̤͈̭͌͌̈́̃̚͘ ̩̩͚͚̂ͫͨo̭̥͖̖̦͍̪̔̌̈́n̥̙͈̳͓̥͈̽̉̎l͚͕ͬͪy̶ ̮̦̝̺̿͐ͯ͂ͅa̜̣̣̘̩̓̈́̋̇̎ ̣̞͓̞̩͖ͦͪ̍̂̓͞w̮͓̹̾͐ͩe̥̞̼̜̿e̡̖̞̥͔̙ͯk̢̰̞͈̓.̼̤̰̮͇ͦ
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̤͕̤̦͇͚͖ͩ̇̀I͈͗ ̪̭̻ͅp̣̈́ͤ̆r͐̓ͦͧ͡e͉̦͎̒ͬͩͬ̉f̵̖̳̥̯̰er͍͇̺̎ ̱̪͉̓ͫ̉̅͒ạ̥͍͉̗̹͂͞ ̥͖̦̞̬̋͒́̌m̡̱̣̟ͫ͊͂ȯ̴͚̝̳̻̎͑r͎̉̅̈̕e͚̘͊ͮ͛ͅ ̗̰͇̝͈̓͑͊̓̆sͧͥu̷̅̾ͯ̚b͕̽̒ͭͯͣ̂ͫt̝̲̣̼̽̇͌̿̓́ḽ̷̂͊̏ͬ̇̎̿ͅe̱̜̘͔̳̼̐̀͡ ͕̼̘̾͂̇̃͗͂͞ả͈͗̕p͈͙̝̟̮̂̈ͥͬ͆̀p̦̘͉r̊̃̆o̯͎͓͚͖ͦ͒̽ͪ͐͜a̱̣̓̂̀͂cͪ̑ͮͦ҉̦̰͖h̶̭̱̞͈̝͔̙,͖̺̻̭̽ͣ̈̋ͭ̏ ̜͔̝̣̘͔̎̍͞m̂ͣͦ̽͡y̶͍̘̭̼̔̚ś̍̊̆ͬ̎͊e̢͔̖͚̙̺̬̅̒͐̾ͦḷ͋ͯ͌ͥ͞f̣̝̰̣́̒.̩̬̩͍̘̾̔ͮͥͅ ̦̍I͘n̞̝͆̈́ͯ̎́ͯ͠s̖̫͓͓͍͕̃͌̑ͬͬï̧͔̺͍̖̮̪͙ͬ̽̚d͓͇̤̊̽̿ě̩̺̩̠ͬ̓́͗̽ ̶ṫ͇͎̠̅̂̿͌̚͞h̛̫̙͇̲̫ͅi͎̼̚s̨̱͖̼̩̩͚͈ͬͥ̒ ̸̘ͦ͑͋͆̈ͦp̷̥̖̩̮̟a͈͐ͣ̄́r͎͍̞̜̪̘͇ͥ̌̃ͦ́̏́t̴̲̭̯̤̜͒ͭi̷̘̩̪c͔̐̋̊͐͌̕ū̱̭̯̣̎l͉̭̻̘̻̤͕̐̚͢ą̹͈̦̬͋r̜̓͑̊ ͕̠̼̓͌̓ͮh͇ͯͥ̑ẻ̓̐̑͐͂ͫá̴͖̻̑d͇͎̰̜̋ ̖͔̘̬̘ͤ̐ͨ̎̀̇͗m͔͍̝̟̫ͮy͛ ̠̦̯̓̆́̑̏͗́ẖ̻̯̦ͭ́ͣ͆̇o͓͙̹͇̰̩̟̍̄̀s̜̳͈͔̬͉͗ͯ̋́t̸̬̼͎̩̼̺͎ͯ ͈̙̜̗̙͈̭ͧ͞i̛̯̰ͪs̛͈̹̼͕̰̘̈́ͣ̔̾̏̾̒ͅ ̴̭̄g̛͕̖̲̗̑͊́͋ͯͅo̙̮͈̊̑́ͥ̌̐̀į̱̭̗̰̥̙͗ͫ͌̒̊n̄҉g̞̒ ͔̞̺̽̔̀̃ͯͪ͝aͨͮͩ͏̜̹̣̼̬̥̠b̶̺͔̩̤͂ͥ̌͛o̤̺͔̖̙̖ͮͬ̀ͭ̽̎͢u̥̬̯̱̣ͩ̋͛ͪt͏͙̹͈̲ ̡̪̥̹ͪ́ͅiͬ̇̍n͇͓̟̹̑ͬ͝ a̅̇ ̷͈̯͉̙͇̫̓͋̊̂̅̈ͥw͛ͬ̀ͤ̒ͣ̋҉͈̫̰̱͖̞̟o̸̥̖̝͗̔̋͋̀r͈̝͚̫̝̫͐l̏́͒͏̜̭d̺̝̩̬͙̕ ̝͛ͩ͠w̪͒ͧ̓̃͗h̴͙̆̀ͦͫ̈ͫ̏ę̭̝͉̟̓̑ͪ̄r̖̱̜̜̰͉͛́̒̚ͅe̥̾̈́̔͝ ̟͚̜̳͇ͅj̣͔̉̆͡ű̶͔͙̪͙̫̩͈̈́͂͑ͬͭsͪ͠t̝̹̰̼͉̦͇́̓͌͌̿͢ ̣͙̮͑ͧ͟a̧͑͊ͤ̃̚b͙̤̻̭̓̔̓ͮo̬͇̽ű͓͕ͨ̂̀͜t̵̥̱̬̦ͦ̓͒̂ ̡̤̼̗̒̇e̬̯̾̋ͦ͑́ͅv̲͖e̬̣̲ͥͧͭ͂̚r̶͍̬̱̭̊̐ͪ͋̉ỵ̘̜̟̪̟̳̓t̤̗͗́͆h͍̱i͔̩̼͙͈̺ͣͅn̤̝̪̎ͫͬͨ̄̈́ͤg͖̟̯͍̬ͫ́͐̈́͛̐͋͡ ̶̗̟̬̭͍ͭ̑͑ͣg̍o̖̼̬̫͓͕̜ͭͤȇ̹͍̟ͣ͌̂ͬͫ̊̕s͓̎ͣ ̸͖̳̤̏̾ͩ͆̐r͕̠͉̳̫ͨ̃ͩ͗̉ͨͯ͡i͚͚̳̗͇͢g̸ͬ̅̎͌̀ͧͩh̵͇̙͇̩͋̎̈́ͯ̀̽t̥̗̜̻̰͇ ͎͔̬̝̜͆͐ͣ͞ͅf̯̈̇̿̎̈̌ͤọ̷̩̤̺̠̣̊̽̂r̨̮ͭ͛ͅ ̹ͣ̑̀h̘̻̬̼͇̻͆̈̍̇̓́i̩̪̗̖̮͂̇̈́̍ͤͦ̀m̵̗͉̺̮̯̻͛͋ͯͪ̊,̧͕̪̣ͨ ͎̱̰̰̳̹͍ͦ͘l̷̯͙̼̯̠̺̽͋ͅe̸̬̭͙͐̒̅͋ͣͭa̎͛̀̽́͛̈v̛ͥͮ̋̅i̻̣̹͓̋ͤ͋ͦ͒̏n͚͎̻̜ͩ̃ͦͮ̿g̳̠̃̓̽ͯ ̫̻̤̃̓̿̾̚m͚̻͕̺̣̑ͥ͡ḛ̵̫ͪ̍̑͗̓͒̅ ̰̺̫͕̏̽̍̿̽ͭͣͅt͇̖͍̟͓ͅo̻̠̝͓̖̭͂̓ͮ̇͒̌̄ ̖͇̜̮͈̖ś̝͉̊̅́̓͋ͣp̬̲̄͐̅r̙ͯ͑͑̐͟ë̪̤̯̺̤́̅̎ͦ̍ͯͧa̜͇̯̠͇͍̿͑̏͂͑ͥͅd̻͖ͥ̓ͅ ̤͍̬͚̿̍̑̒c͈͓͇ͤ̈́̇̐h͈̍̉̂̏a̪̯̖͉͔̹͚o͉̳̭̦̼̟̮ͫͤͣ̀s̴͓͛̅͗̋ ̭͍̥̟͔͂̎̈́f̷ͦ̇́̅́̃̓aͮ͊̄͆ȉ̷͕͚ͦͦͦṙ̘̲̻͓̤̣ͣͫ̄ͭ͊ͮ͡ͅl̰̻ͯ̾͌̒̏ͧy͙̝̪̎ͪ̋̈́ͪ̐̾ ̡̠̠̩̝̝̰̔ṵ̯̖̌ͨ͋̑͌̈̕nm̿̔ͣ͋ọ͖̹̰̳͌̓ḷ͖͍ͧͤ͐ẽ̃ͯ̓̒ͬs̯ͩt̰͈̮̼̦̪̣͒̅̎͋ͨ̂ẻ̗̯̖̣̄̀̉̿͗̇͟d̛̰̙̍̄̒.̢ͯͤ̀
1001585 I cant tell what this bloody means
1001578 Have at 'em lads! Take that bloody bugger down!
Chaotic, if you can hear this listen! We're all here for you, trying to find a way to stop Umbra.
1001693 W̞̘͉͈̽ͬ̑ȟ̙͍̝͍̩͔̺͒͠yͦͨ͆҉̣̤̦̫͉ ̺̗̤̩͈̎͗̉ͣ́n̝͂ͩ̽̉̍ͪ̐o̴͍͖̤̠̣ͥ͆t̶͕̹̞̹̹̊͗ ̥͈̘̝̇̐̇ͥ͆ͭͅͅŹ̩̈͌̔a̜̔̽̀l͉̠̠͓͍͒͋̎̾̑͆͗g̹̰͈̖̣̱̦̊͑o̙̮͍̲̼̘͓͛ͧͥ͊̌̒ͬ?̥͎̞̖̬̥ ̛̫͙̫̖̪̥ͅI̘͓̯̻̤̟̪̽t̞̜̩̮͕̥̜̏ ̘͕̲̪͔̰̆ͤ̆ͯ̊ͤͦī̦̳̯̮͖̰͟ͅs͔̠̩̞͈̪ͪ̔̃ ̗̗̩̒͢o͉̲̭̦̰̖ͦ̿́ͬ͐̚n̳̳͓̳̠͋̄̑ͥ͗ͨē̷͚̪̜̭̥̝̃̈́̉̓ͥ ̨̬͎̇ͦ̄̒̄o̝̖͕ͦ̓̆̋ͅf͕̣ ̻̪̙ͫͮt̗̰̆ͭ̋ͨ̾̂͘ḫ̦̘̮̬̤͗̉ͤ͐̈ͩͦeͯ̊̃̀̉͞ ͙͇͔̣͋͢b̫̗͍̻̺ͫ̏̆̏̿̉e͚̩̬͈͙̦̊̓̒ͦ́sͬ̃̽̈́t̝̖̫̮ ̖̎͒̑̑̄͗̇͜w̤͑á͍͈ͮͧ̐̑̾y̥̘̟̻ͩ͟s̳̼͉̠̟͚̹ͧͨ͞ ͂҉̞̙͚͈̹̙t̄̾̄̿̉̒́h͚̝͚̋͘a̫͔͉̟̙̣͎ͫt͌ͩ̇̅̔͋̈҉̺͖̬͚͖ ͣ͠I̘̘̺̎̃͗͛̈ ͏͙͍h̝̫̘͎ä̝̲͈̠̱́v̩͈̦̼͆͝e̗͑͂̈͊͂ ͖̥̣͚̭̻fͬͣ̿̽̍̂̄o̪̼͈̺̟͛̃͂̄̾̔u̷̼ͭ͗̋̌ͣͫͬñ̶͙̻d̬͈̈́̏͌ ̑̉̓̋t҉̖̬̞̣̫o̖ ̗̰̫͓̥͚ͮr̺̱̥̲̣̫͂ͥ̅ͯ́̎ͯ͠ͅe̛̜͙̯̳̰͉̽͌͒ͤp̝͇̱̜̮̋̏ͯ̉ͧͣ̀r͇̝̩͙̔͝ͅe͎̼̼̓͠s͖̯̬̞̯̰͑͋e̓̓n̖̩̬̳̲͓ͅṫ͂ͯ ̛̯͉̤͛ͯ͋̃ͤc̷o͙͉̕r̨̥̜̣̟͍̬̠̾ͤr̵̮̬͉̘̜̬̉ͤ̅͂̆ͣ̇ͅuͭ̊̅́̉̽̋҉p̶͓̻̜͚t̗̰͎̏͑͒̃̆ȉ́̏ô͍̙͙̙̹͕̎͂͋͑n̐ͭ͏̟̥͕̯̭ ̛̰͈̱̋͑͋ͦ̐̚t͈ͣ̓͌͌h̲̭̣͉ͨͥ̏̅̐̿r̙̤̫̲̃͆ͦ̊ͪǒ̶̦̜̪̤̺͙ǘ̴̫̳̲̬ͪͨ̂g̞̪̺̲͓̟ͦ̔ȟ͉̦ ̗̲̮͈̰̐ͣ̓ͦͅt̰̯̫̤͚̤̝̆̿̌̄̎̌̎h̞̱̺͈̯͌̽̄ͮͅḛ̫̣͖̣͉̓̓͑ͯͭ͌̇ ̸̠͈̤̝̰̒̀̂̈̿ͪͅm̗͓ͭ̀̆̐͊e̢̬̮ͥ̍͛̈̔d͐͗ͫ͂ͫ҉͙̣̠͔̻̘̥ǐ̷̪̞̟̗̟uͧ͌̈̍̇̎҉m̨̤͎̜͉̖͇̎ͨ̓ͣͯ ̇̽̒̍͊͋͂o̦̼̮̘̮̯̲f̱͕̥͙̱̩̣̽ ̢̖̣̬̐͋wo̹̠̮̝̭̮r̺̖̻̼̜̪͕ͪ̌d͇̙̤͕̖̲̠s̪͉̜͇̞̆̍͛̾͆ͧ.̗̅ͪ̎̄
A bright flash of light illuminated the entire space of the area. The blinding effects were strong like a thousand suns and moons, enough to cripple your vision down to the tingling sensation. Once the light faded away, a grand white mare stood in place of where the light source was. Her red mane flowed down along her neck like a fluid stream of water. Her light-blue eyes shown signs of ultimate wisdom, and yet looked so very young and prime. Her flank was adorned with a quill and ink well cutie mark, implying her natural abilities were involved with writing. Despite all of her beautiful, graceful features and curves, the mare looked a bit intimidating with her angry expression. Wait, not angry; she was irritated.
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H̀e ̧́͞i͟s̷̨͟n̴̕͜'t̵͢͢ h͢͝҉er̵͟ę̕ ̨̛a̧t͜͡ t͏h͢e ̷͘m̴̕ơ͡͡m͘͢ȩ̶ǹ͝t.̢̀
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W͘͏h̀́y͢͞ ̴̛t̸̢͠h̡͟͡an҉̀k͜ ̴͘͜y̛ou͠.͟
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Y̷o̸̧u a̡͡͝ǹd̀͢ ̛y̷͘o̵̕u͜r͢͟ ̵́͡"̶͡su҉̧p̸͘e̢r̶ ͘͟h́͟è̴̢ŕ̶o̵͡"̛ ͢ge̕t҉͢-̷̵̵u͘p̶͝s̵̕.
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I̕̕͟ ̡̀ ̷̢͝kn̡o͠w̸ ̴h̴͡ów ̶͢͢t̸̴̛o̴͡ ̢͘h̕a̡̛͡n͠d͘l̨͢e͢͠ ̡͠hi͜͢m.̧͟
1001586
Y̢͜ou͏̴ ̡w̢͘į̕s̷h͘ ͜i̡t̵͞ ͝͡wę̨͞r̸̕e͏ t͡ha͡t̢ ͞e̴as͜͟y̸͠.͏̷
1001707
N҉ò͢͠ ͘do̡c̛̕t̀́ơ̵͘r͏ ̶o̢f͞ y̕͏ou̶͞r̸ ̸a҉́͠ģ̕e ̀͜c͢an҉ ҉s̡͠t͢o͠p ̛m̡̕͟ȩ̵ ̸̸y̷o҉u ́͠ig̸n͡ǫ̢͜r̶̸͜à͘͢n͢t ̷̧͝l̶͠į̶t̴̶tl͘͡e͟͠ ̧͘͟fi̡͡l̕l̢̛ý̷.͡͏
1001749
Nob͢o̢dy͞ c̴a͏ń ̧stop m͢e҉! N̴ǫbody̧!͡ ̸Nơt ̴ev͘én---
1001919
.̵.́. No̕.̧.́.͡ i͢t͢ ̕c̀ou͡ldn̵'́t̵ b̀e! ̧Why a͏r̛e ͜yǫu͜ ̀h͝e̶r̵e?!
1001930 Oh please, I saw him earlier. and as for Mother, Luna and I asked her to help. Deal with it. *has arms crossed and a bit of a smug smirk on his face.*
1001582 Sshh, it's okay Lulu. *hugs, to comfort* CN will be back soon enough.
1001919 *approaches from the side, to give you information he knew of* Thank you for coming, Mother, we will need your help, Umbra here has taken control of Chaotic's body, he's still in there, I know because I saw him earlier. but, the problem is, every time we tried to attack him, Chaotic would get hurt instead.
1001908 Fair 'nough
So,To Change The Subject,Ever Watched Game Grumps?
(P.S. I Find The Different Form's Of The Pokemon "Unknown" Also A Good Way To Give Either A Corrupt Or A Cryptic Message)
1001919 NANIYO!?Faust-San!?
i dont care anymore, you can keep chaotic, I will make him a robot and put his mind inside. *takes out robot, flies TARDIS to chaotic and takes out chaotic's mind a soul and put it in the robot, before flying away* Now to see if it works *turns robot on* chaotic you ok?
1001935
Thank you for telling me. I think I can handle it by myself from here on out now.
1002362
There's no need for that. Reddened came to me to ask for my help, and that's what I'm here for.
1001930
I think you know very well why I am here. Normally I would just stand by, knowing and hoping my children would succeed in protecting the beings of the Equus plane. However, it seems to me that they're momentarily busy right now. Celestia and Discord are nowhere to be found, and my Luna is weeping over the loss of her love. The loss of Chaotic Note, whom which you have stolen away from her. I am here to take him away from your evil grasp.
1002423 Yes mother. I'm willing and able to help if need be. *backs off*
1002423 *bows* I am not worthy of thy presence.
1002502 *whispers* great idea
1002699 thanks after all, both Chaotic and myself are Lunas coltfriends and Luna needs him as much as she needs me. She told Mother about Chaotic and I filled her in.
1002707 and now to sit back, and find some cover.
1002709 and relax! *slips on some shades* (there was a shooting at the mall! Possibly 8 dead)
1002715 I'll relax as soon as I'm sure I won't die...
*hides behind crystal barrier*
Welp time to go into a corner and hide until Chaotic comes back.
1002423
S-͠ St͏ay ͡awáy͟ f̧r͝o͞m ̛me̴! ͡Yơu're̸ ̢jưst́ ̕a s͏e̕n̵įl͜e͏ ͟ol͢d m̶ar͡e̕!͡
1002751 Oh, I wouldn't have said that...
*doubles the barrier*
*Starts using the vacuum cleaner on Chaotic* :D
1002751
I may be old, but I'm not senile. And I'm certainly not a huge coward like you.
Mother Fausticorn's eyes glowed dangerously white, the air around her tightened up as she rose off the ground. You could literally feel the intense authority from the creator as she spread her wings far.
Any last words?
1002924
I̵ ͞sw͡ear ͠o̷n̢ ̛ch͜a̢os̡ ̨th̵a͏t ̧I̕'l̶l c̵om̕e ͝b͞a͜ck҉ soo̡ne̸r o̡ŕ ͝lat͠e͘r! I don͝'͢t car̀e ̛i̴f́ y̸o̵u͘'re̴ th͞e ̡creátor ͠o͟f t҉he u͟n͝i͝v̕e͝rs̶e!̕ I̛'ll͠ ̨fínd͠ a w̢ay ͘t͝o͜ this͡ ̀m͘o̢rt͘a͡l p͞l̵ane̶ a̕g͟a̛in and ͞fin͡i̕s͞h́ ͟w͠h̸at̢ ̀I s͜ţa̸rt́ed! ̡C̡h̛ao̷tic̴ ͞a͘nd ͡I̛ ͠a̵r͟e͜ ̕con̢ne̴cted̴ ̴in͜ ̀w̸a̷ys ̕you̕ ̡don't́ ev͡en ̢unders̨ta͟n҉d͢!̴
Everypony get down!
*triples the barrier*
1002939
I doubt it. Where you're going is a very special place meant for trouble makers like you. I suspect you'll be trapped in there for a very long time. Good bye, Umbra.
Mother Fausticorn unleashed the godly energy from within her, the white light was covering Umbra in her brilliance. The light sapped away Umbra's energy as the energy from it entered Chaotic's body, mind, and soul. As a life creator, she knew the insides and out of every being and object in the Equus, Tatarus, and Aether realm. Umbra, a being of chaos, was no different from that chain of life. When the light dissipated from the spell, she could feel Umbra was gone, and Chaotic had full control over his body.
1002967 *Pokes head out* Is it over?
1002967
Th̕i̶s i̶sn͝'t̴ o͞v͜er͟ y͏e͠t! This̢ isn'̶t̴ ͏o͢v̀e͜r̶~̷!
*Umbra screamed out in agony as the harmonious light subdued him into submission. He could feel the opposite force burning his spirit, forcing his essence back into the Tatarus realm.
Meanwhile, Chaotic could feel his own spirit rejuvenated from the flow of light that entered. It was warm and comforting to him like a mother's hug, or a lover's kiss. He felt safe and happy... but at the same time was energy-deprived tired. When Chaotic opened his eyes, he could see Mother Fausticorn floating down from the air, and that he was lying down on the ground like a newborn foal just learning how to walk. The experience was both soothing and exhausting*
... M- Mother Fausticorn...
1002991
Fausticorn lowered her head down to the exhausted stallion, her eyes were shining with concern.
Yes, my little pony?
1002967
Chaotic?
1003000
"... Thank you," Chaotic whispered quietly.
With a tired huff of breath, he lost his grip on his strength and let his chin fall on the ground, resting for the first time in the longest while of his spiritual imprisonment.
1003005
He's okay now, my little moon. He just needs his rest.
Comes over to give you a comforting nuzzle.
You must have been through so much...
1003005 We should let him rest, he's been through a lot recently.
1003014
I.. I have..
1003021 I'll just leave you alone...
*slips away*
1003009
Chaotic! *Runs over and embraces you in a warm hug* I missed you!
1003029
*Chaotic winced a little from the tight embrace he was receiving, but it didn't make him any less happy. He was glad to know the mare he loved with all his heart was by his side*
Aaah... I missed you too, Lulu. I've missed you.