Christopher Snowhill

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bizarro fan fiction crap

August 31, 2001

He burst out of the shell, his back, then wings…black, mechanical wings, demonic…hideous…covered in shimmering black oil and coolant…blood.

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  The wild-haired man spread his arms to encompass</font> <i>it</i>, and whispered,
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  "My masterpiece."
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  Eyes wide and beady, a slow chuckle started within his false, black metal heart, forged and designed in secrecy underground for centuries. It grew into a laugh. Then a maniac cackle.
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  "MY GREATEST CREATION OF ALL TIME!!! COWER BEFORE MY GREATNESS!!! YOU WON'T ESCAPE!!! &#8230;I made a mistake before&#8230;but now, I will finish the job. I WILL WIN!!!"
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  X could only stare, the purest vision of mechanical hell glimmering in his eyes.
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  "&#8230;Zero&#8230;"
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  </center><br /> <i>Pink sure has some interesting away messages</i>
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