Snippet #1606559

The pistol sounded, the race had begun! Whatever gallant image of athletes, warriors, and heroes had there been lined up on the desert sand had now devolved to the mad stampede of beasts. Of course if your world was on the line you would probably go a little crazy too. However what is a “little” crazy to Mr. Whiskers? Seemingly not much as all he did was a lot of standing there. To be fair he was quite good at it; quite good at it. It was actually difficult to comprehend how well he stood there. If standing was an Olympic sport then well, somebody else would win because a giant mouse mascot taking place in the Space Olympics is ridiculous. Of course, standing still isn't exactly the best way to not have a certain pink DJ lose complete faith in you. By the time the other contestants had gone on their maddened merry way, Mr. Whiskers was still standing th- wait where did he go?

Those at home watching who enjoyed the sight of idiotic freaks with giant green head standing in front of tower would be treated to a....Treat, as Mr. Whiskers made his surprise re-appearance. No seriously, how did he get there? Anyways despite the disturbing emergence of androids capable of feeling complete and utter hostility towards a living being and the fact bullets were being shot in the general direction, Mr. Whiskers felt it was pertinent to tap a certain cube-head on the shoulder. “Eye” contact would be made, and a life-long bond of trust and commitment and overall mutual green-ness would be formed, a bond capable of transcending the boundaries of worlds and one which would single-handedly resolve The Race through the power of FRIENDSHIP.

...But not really because they would need to ally with at least one more person to not have their planets explode on the spot.



A stone wall. A stone wall. A stone wall. A stone wall. This is what Littena's reality now consisted of. Perched on a corner of a bed as she had been on rocks not too long ago, the comfort of the mattress beneath her was an unwelcome change.

While turned on, the tv merely soundlessly cycled through a series of images that had no bearing on the Siren. Wordlessly staring at the wall as if seeing something beyond it, not even a sharp buzz from the nightstand behind her could distract her from the pale gray stone.

She would have been content to merely continue her meager existence, regardless if the world were to end. A slightly uneven rock just off the cape, the sounds of a far-off beach littered with noisy tourists, waves that sometimes came in a little too high, was that too much to ask for? Littena felt empty, devoid of anything which had once been there. The only thing that remained was a single question.

"Why her?"