Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20181209183353/@comment-27344811-20181210011500

“It doesn’t matter what we fucking do! I’ve realized that long ago! I used to be more like you stupids then you think, and then he happened. He never stops and he never leaves! Nothing ANY of us do matters!

Marx jerks. “Do you want to know why I do what I do?”

Jerk. “Because it’s fun.”

Jerk again. “I destroy planets, I consume souls, I stab people in the back for shits and giggles. Because I feel like... like....”

Marx does one more jerk, this time his wings sprouting and knocking over shité as they wave around. “I FEEL LIKE I HAVE SOME SORT OF CONTROL IN ALL THIS. I KNOW NOTHING I DO FUCKING MATTERS, SO HEY, THIS “BEACH BALL” IS GONNA HAVE SOME FUN WHIOE HE’S AT IT!”

And in the classic teleport, Marx is gone.

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Star Dream slowly describes towards the main base. Remember the eye structure? It splits open, revealing an interface port. Star Dream plugs itself in and tightens the hold.

Star Dream Soul OS is up and running.