rising to my feet, i gaze at the battlefield below. a field once glimmering in the artificial sun hanging above is now covered with a thousand lifeless bodies . as I stand, more dead float to the sea of death below. their limp remains float like feathers with each gust of wind. i cant believe it had to come to this. differences couldnt be
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*shrug* don't ask why the ice-man came to mind, but... there you have it. i have a feeling i'm going to find my mental image quite off-the-mark when i see the real thing, but i have a couple more days to snicker to myself.
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