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kishin asura said
"No." I say "I didn't even know trees were that organized."

"They are man....." He says. before dropping you. "My name is Rizzrack...."

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kishin asura said
I look confused "with the trees? What do you mean by that?" I ask

"The trees are after me! Do you work with the trees?" He asks, looking twitchy and unstable.

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kishin asura said
I look around "I mean no harm!" I yell out "please show yourself!"

A large metal hand erupts from the sand, as Rizzrack the Timbersaw picks you up by your ankle and holds you upside down.
"Are you with the trees?" He asks.

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kishin asura said
"....hold that thought." I say before going to check to see where the chainsaw noise came from

You see that most of the clones who were hanging around the out side of your lab are torn apart, and that there are a bunch of dead treeants. However, who killed them is nowhere to be seen.

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NoahFire said
"I basicly control minecraftia..." Angel says and shrugs. "Im Angel, or Cupa Creeper..." she says holdin her hand out.

He takes it, and shakes her hand.
"I...I forgot my name. Anywho, where are your rubber trees?" He asks.

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NoahFire said
Angel teleports to him, confused. "Eh.... Hello?" She asks.

He leaps back.
"H-how did you get in this new world?" The minecraftian asks. His skin is that of a hooded mage in green robes.

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He wakes up in a field, a new world a new day. He slowly gets up, and begins to punch some dirt.

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kishin asura said
((....I never really put much thought into it.... maybe something desert-like.... maybe have large floating islands above the facility....))"Good to hear." I say

"Yea, they are a cute couple...although, don't tell them I said that or else they might flatten me." She jokes, chuckling. Again, the moment is intterupted by the sounds of gunfire and a...chain saw from outside.

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kishin asura said
I look at tsubaki "...so how's black star?" I ask((Looking forward to it o_o))

((Yeeeep....You may lose a few people...or, gain a new ally. Tell me...what kind of world is your cloning facility on?))
"He is good, and back to his normal self. Him and patty went off to see a horror flick." Tsubaki says, as she turns back to working on her acid sword.

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kishin asura said
((Me too... let's just say it's at the cloning facility)) I smile "so..."

Tsubaki shrugs, unsure of what to do.......
((this relates to you, because you will be seeing him soon.))

Rizzrack could still hear the screams in his mind. He worked, frantically turning wrenches, twisting screws, building and carving and forging. Sleep eluded him; he only built. Months had passed since he had been left on this hell hole of a planet, and his deliverance was nearly complete. He rubbed his back as his eyes drifted shut, and saw a blanket of leaves covering him, suffocating him slowly and painfully. He woke with a choking start. For hours the rhythmic sound of a whetstone filled the cave as he sharpened a set of massive blades, his mind filled with images of strangling vines garroting him, rushing into the cave. The battle that had killed his team had been nothing compared to the violent horrors the planet he was left on. But the saw-suit would make him strong and safe he thought, allowing himself this sliver of hope before the full might of his fear crashed into his fading mind. Branches and bark and blood. When the platoon fell, Rizzrack fled trees that walked, and fought, and killed. Trees had shattered the tanks and swarmed into the camp. Trees had crushed and thrashed and stomped the last that the C.A.N could muster in defense, and stalked the few fleeing refugees. In addled silence Rizzrack unspooled the thick chain from the suit's arm, his hands quaking as he inspected each link and ran a trembling finger along the claw attached at its end. The saw-suit was ready.

With his hand trembling he sparked the bladed machine to life. Terror drove him, terror of what awaited him and of what he would have to face to have any hope of calming his mind. As the saw-suit shuddered to life he knew he must face this fear, and he knew he wouldn't like it one bit.