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September 5th, Late Night[/center]
Ah. There he was again.

The endless [i]sea[/i]. The bottomless [i]knowledge[/i]. The abyssal [i]archive[/i].

It sought him once more, yet another droplet of ichor distilled for himself. An ambrosia exclusive to him. Like a fruit, that droplet hung from the liquid sky, wanting for his grasp. But he did not receive.

His hands stayed where they were, clenched at his sides. A gift? A blessing? A method to make a better world? The first time around, he had desired it. It was the stimulus, the catalyst, something to accelerate his growth.

But this time?

He looked at that [i]word[/i], that droplet.

What did he do to deserve it?

Brent turned. Turned to walk away.

But it fell regardless of that resolve, staining his silver blood further.

[i]Inciter.[/i]
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Brent held his hand against his head, fighting off the slight dizziness that came with the vision. Another change occurred, another ‘upgrade’ to this power of his. The power that he hardly used. The power that he hardly trained. The power he hardly understood.

His amethyst eyes turned to the pen in his hand, but he refrained from immediately trying it out. There was no point. This was just a distraction. Just a boon given to him when he didn’t even want it. A bitter taste rose up the roof of his mouth, as he spun the pen in his hand. Brent didn’t like this. He didn’t like ‘receiving’, not when this gift was forced, not when it wasn’t deserved.

Hah.

[quote][color=B0C4DE]Survival isn’t deserved.[/color][/quote]

Apparently, ‘power’ isn’t deserved either.

He closed his eyes, leaning back on the chair. He could sense it in his mind’s eye now, the silver ‘blood’ that flowed in his veins, the cerulean glow that it now radiated. The power that was his own, and yet…

[quote][color=000000]Don’t you understand?[/color][/quote]

What didn’t he understand?

[quote][color=000000][i]Nothing[/i] is yours.[/color][/quote]

So how could he turn zero to one?

His eyes fell to the requisition forms, still incomplete, still unsubmitted.

Well. That was a start.
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Permission to go to Ground Zero.
A smartphone. I don't care what model, as long as it works well and gets me wi-fi.
Body armor, preferably one made of lightweight material.
A machete.
A hand gun, optimized towards powerful singular shots. Railgun pistol thing, if possible?
A semi-automatic rifle. Whatever they use in USARILN should be fine.
A sniper rifle. The most expensive one.
A flamethrower. The hotter the flames, the better.
Ammunition. Lotsa em.
Access to the guards' armoury.
A gas mask.
Infrared goggles.
Basic lessons on how to use all these weapons and tools.
A motorcycle. Can't Overclock a truck, but I can certainly Overclock this.

As a note, I don't need all of them at the same time, but I do need weapons and knowledge of how to use them in order to get shit done. So yeah. Thanks.
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