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[fancypost bgcolor=#a982ce; bordercolor=transparent; width: 260px; background: linear-gradient(#a982ce, #263946); borderwidth=0px][justify][color=#d3dbb6][font=arial]Fusionkit rolled over on his side. It was a usual day in the camp. The cement, polluted with tiny plants sprouting from the millions of cracks, was warm from the morning sun. Fusion was resting here and had been since early this morning. His violet eyes glinted as he watched a patrol of NPC creatures leave the camp and he was almost tempted to follow.
Restlessness was what the youngster was feeling and he was afraid it would never leave him. It had been heavy and with him for many days now. He felt it inside him like a tiny creature trying to escape to the outside by means of clawing away his sides. Being so small and young was like being incarcerated. Great things seemed far off..
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