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Post by Lord Zasham on Jun 30, 2013 23:20:39 GMT -5
The being who believed himself to be Willie Watson had waited all day to sign up for the tournament. Catching a transfer from the Gamma Slums was no problem. Walking to his room a midst the hundreds of others who had entered. Most would be gone by nightfall. Only the final few, the ones worthy, will be televised.
Within the former human dwell a madness of which he knew naught. It lie dormant, still a slave to its powers of which he knew to little extent. In the mind of the supposed William Watson, Jr. was only worry. If he didn't collect the money soon for his mother's procedure, she would die and his family would fracture. He could only hope to earn enough prize money to save her, or at least prolong.
Time would show that chaos bubbled beneath the exterior, and the human was not at all what he seemed or even what he believed himself to be.
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Post by graderr on Jul 1, 2013 15:39:18 GMT -5
411 Pl awarded
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Post by Lord Zasham on Jul 1, 2013 17:39:02 GMT -5
Added.
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