Who killed the mighty Terrorsquid?
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12-22-2022, 11:57 PM
Jack felt... weird. Weird, odd, strange, all the normal things. All the usual things. All the typical things that brewed like the storm in her chest. Something brilliant had taken hold in her chest. Brilliant, but in the way that the works of a madman are brilliant. Was Jack a madman today? Maybe. Maybe she was. What of it? Who was going to stop her this time? If she had to guess, no one. If they tried to stop her? Well, maybe that was the point of showing up here. The autumn sun was still high in the sky, shining bright and cold down upon her. Jack could dig a spotlight. If there was a spotlight then all eyes should be on her, right? Carrying herself as if she was the most important man in the room, the sandy creature made her way to one of the makeshift pits in the cracked earth. There would be a fight. She would be the fight. Something like that. Something perfect. With her shoulders square and her eyes bright, the antihero tipped her head back and let go a brassy call. There had to be someone out here who would square up to her. |