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Chapter Two - A day in the life of

The slig gripped a lungbuster in his tentacles and chewed it tentatively, his visor was rudimentary but his gun crossbow appeared to be semi automatic, an upgrade.
"What are you doing here?" Asked the slig, "You know it's almost curfew, return to your cell for sleep induction."
The mudokon backed off slowly and his foot nearly slipped of the ledge, reminding him how high up he was, the debris bounced down into the black below and the mudokon gulped. He would have to face the slig to continue on his path, there was only one portal and it wouldn't be open for long. He edged forward along the narrow platform and the slig flexed his tendrils menacingly, the mudokon expected a confrontation but the slig budged up against he barriers and the mudokon moved past breathing a sigh of relief.
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Capeeche made his way out of his office, he was done with reminiscing, he decided to check up on the vykers partition, science marvelled him, how was it possible that the alchemists could make gold from copper and Chon? And how could they keep creating better products? His valet walked in front to guard the glukkon and pull any of the elevators they would face. The intern radio station was ahead, it was run by an intern without stitched lips, a truly horrible sight. The intern's jaws where sideways in comparison with other animals and therefore they could not stop themselves from dribbling, any interns without stitched lips had to wear masks with spitcatchas welded on. In actual fact an intern is highly intelligent but after years of listening to corporate propaganda and blaring music, they lose any characteristics they once had, the Magog Cartel literally turned them into mindless drones.

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