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Its a KEEN lifeFADE IN, SHOWING GUY WHO LOOKS LIKE ROD SERLING
SERLING: "Tonight's fanfiction of the Tick is somewhat unique and calls for a different kind of introduction. This, as you may recognize, is a map of the United States, and there's a little town there called Peaksville. On a given morning not too long ago, the rest of the world disappeared and Peaksville was left all alone. Its inhabitants were never sure whether the world was destroyed and only peaksville left untouched or whether the village had somehow been taken away. They were, on the other hand, sure of one thing: the cause. A monster had arrived in the village. Just by using his mind, he took away the automobiles, the electricity, the machines, because they displeased him, and he moved the entire community back into the dark ages. Just by using his mind.
Now I'd like to introduce you to some of the people of Peaksville, Ohio. This is Mr. Fremont. It's in his farmhouse that the monster resides. This is Mrs. Fremont. And this is Aunt
Bianca Chapter 3THE HEADQUARTERS OF THE COUNCIL
“You can’t be serious!” said The Lady with astonishment.
“You know we are. All members are in agreement.”
“But… what will the other factions…”
“They have unanimously accepted this turn of events.”
“Accepted? I can understand the more radical members accepting her actions, but surely the clan elders would never…”
“Speaking as one of the elders you mentioned…” said a robed lithe woman who stepped forward, “I have agreed with the views of my children, and accept the position of young Bianca. And I can assure you, the factions of the Fey and Lupine factions, to name a few, agree likewise.”
At this newcomer’s appearance, The Lady bowed in the proper fashion. The newcomer returned the greeting in kind. “Forgive me Lady Julia. I was unaware you were present. But I stand by my protest! S
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
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