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Sep 24, 2011 15:05

[Ever since coming back, Hank had felt... uneasy. Like something was wrong or the world around was now fundamentally different, and that feeling was more than enough to spur him to continue his projects. He glides softly across the skies of Paradsa, headed in a northerly direction, and contemplates the current state of things.

From here he would be able to reach his normal forsted stomping grounds, and the remains of his work. Not far from his destination, Hank picks up the pace expecting to be there within a minute.

Instead, he finds that he has been spun around to face the opposite direction. Okay, maybe he wasn't paying attention to where he was going - simple mistake right? Yet, with each attempt he finds himself being forcably sent in the opposite direction. Then it hits him.]

... That's not fair.

[His second loss. Cut off from his precious workspace and from the boundary to the Dead Zone - the only place that could potentially give him respite. The realization hits him like a punch to the gut: if he had never died to begin with he could have cut his losses and simply trotted out there to die.]

THAT'S NOT FAIR!

[Now he'll never get the chance.]

[[ooc: Hank figured out his second loss! He maaaaaaaaad. Come piss him off some more.~]]

hank henshaw

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