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[fuckyousoleil]

[observant types may notice thin, very thin, thread-like objects snapping through the air, heading towards the gaping void. They work quickly; the seams seem to come together rapidly, smoothly, as if it were nothing.]

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[rideseveryone]

[Someone's been taking photos of the whole thing from a distance, acting as if he had expected the whole thing.]

Well... I wondered if this would happen after all.

[rideseveryone]

[I don't like it any more than you, this time.]

[ridestherider]

... as much as I hate it, we should be prepared for a repeat of last year.

[rideseveryone]

... Not quite.

[ridestherider]

In what way does this "not quite" possibly spell bad news for everyone around here?

[rideseveryone]

... What we may need to repeat is the end of the Rider War.

[ridestherider]

[... not moving. Not even breathing.]

You're not seriously going to ask me to do that.

[rideseveryone]

Not unless there's no better option.

[ridestherider]

There has to be a better option.

[rideseveryone]

Saa.

But this world might be on the brink of destruction.

[ridestherider]

How can we even guarantee this is because of you?

[rideseveryone]

We can't.

But if it is about to be destroyed, there's no other choice than to try it and see.

[ridestherider]

You want me to kill you again on a "maybe"?!

[rideseveryone]

Not until there's no option left!

[ridestherider]

That doesn't make you any less out of your mind!

[rideseveryone]

Do you have a better plan?!