Straying further from the fighting, Masaru now found herself within the labyrinthine confines of the shipyard. It took a little while to travel through this city of neatly-arranged shipping containers and cranes, before she had finally got to the right place, the sacred Green Container.
Sacred, that is, if it wasn't a pile of green scrap and ash by now.
We further interrupt our news program to bring you the latest sneak peek at our new Shakespearean drama series, airing never:"Greenie, O Greenie! Wherefore art thou a mount of ashen rubbish? Wherefore must thou be a trap, set upon by villainous serpents in the armor of honorable knights? Cursed heavens! Cursed hells! My chilly breath shalt eternally speak curses... upon these deceptive minds!...
...and they shalt learn their rightful place, not by this earth, but in the infernal pits! THE JUDGEMENT OF GOD OVERLOOKS NONE!!!
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
...Ahem. I mean, just look at this heaping pile o' scrap.
It's pretty garbage, I mean, but it's kind of a good place to sit and contemplate whatever I have done wrong in life... *sit*
...to be, or not to be..."
