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Published: 2009-12-21 23:06:59 +0000 UTC; Views: 235; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 1
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Description The back of Deraan's neck twinged in warning. He jolted to the side as the glass the man behind him was swinging, shattered on the bar. He quickly slid off of the stool and turned to face his opponent.
"What the hell?" he yelled at the giant of a man behind him.
"I know what you've been doing!" the man yelled, "Sneaking into my estate every goddamn night!"
The man's eyes were drooping and bloodshot, his voice edgy.
"Lay off the skooma you damn addict," replied Deraan, rolling his eyes.
Skooma was a drug, simple as that, derived from the plasmodium moulds that were spread by the bio weapons of the precursors when they decided the blow each other to hell.

A large clammy fist glanced off of Deraan's head,
"Christ!" he yelled.
The man had decided to come back for more. Deraan decided that enough was enough and kicked him between the legs sharply. This resulted in much groaning and rolling on the floor. Deraan sighed and walked out of the bar to survey the scene in front of him.

Giant shells of skyscrapers were etched across the horizon. The greenish light resulted from the clouds of pollution blocking the atmosphere.
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Create-a-story [2009-12-23 00:23:12 +0000 UTC]

sure thing

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