[hider=A collab between Zen, Spleen, Iso and myself, but seriously it was just Iso and I]
 
 
Kalos sucked hard on the final drag of his cigarette. The ember pulsed proudly in the musky alley, with only the reflection in a puddle or two to challenge it’s glow. Kalos gagged slightly as the acrid smoke left his lungs, and with a flick, the cigarette was hissing on the cold pavement. 
 
Slapping his mask back on he turned to leave, but immediately froze in his steps.
 
“Kalos…” a haunting voice strummed against Kalos’ jaded ears.
 
“No,” Kalos answered, not letting his eyes adjust to see the all too familiar face.
 
“Kalos.” the voice was sharp, stern, and each second it slithered from the shadow in front of him it strangled the Exarch’s mind with emotions gone cold and yet so warm. 
 
“Kalos!” The voice urged the man from from his reverie. 
 
“YEAHHHHHHHH,” A GROUND SHATTERING BARITONE ROAR SHOOK THE PLANE OF EXISTENCE AS IAO HIMSELF CAME CRASHING THROUGH THE FABRICS OF REALITY. THE SKY RIPPED OPEN IN A STORM OF LIGHTNING AND HEAVY METAL MUSIC THAT WOULD GIVE JACK BLACK A HERNIA. 
 
THE BEAST OF BATTLE LANDED WITH A NUCLEAR BLAST, HIS DANK ASS CLOTHES HARDLY TOUCHED BY THE CINDERING FORCES OF THE EXPLOSION. AS QUICKLY AS HE ARRIVED, THE SONG BEGAN AND SOON, HE, THE EXARCH, THE MYSTERY VOICE PERSON, AND SOME DUDE NAMED CHUCK WERE LOCKED IN A MORTAL DANCE OFF, EDM PUMPING. 
 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dzmv5cq4cEw
 
 
 
 
JUST THEN, IAO HEARD IT: THE SOUND OF IMPERIALISM!  IT WAS NONE OTHER THAN THE MOON, AZUREAL PLAYING FORTUNATE SON!
 
“BRING IT OOOOOOONNN” IAO ROARED AT THE MOON DUDE. 
 
 
THE TWO 
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! IAO ROARED AS HE HIT THE PASTE BUTTON, BRINGING THIS BACK!
 
JUST AS IAO WAS GOING TO DEFEND COMMUNISM AGAINST THE ANCIENT ONES IMPERIALIST JINGOISM!
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Don't blame me, blame waiting for KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!