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Davion ran down the cargo hold of the freighter clutching his open wound and leaving a slick trail of dark blood bearing the consistency of oil. He wheezed and coughed up blood and it felt as if coals smoldered in his gut. His nostrils filled with the essence of old grease and grime combined with stale air. The Darkness of the hold was cut only by the Red Emergency lights.
Medical implants fed a diagnostic directly into his retinal HUD. He was losing blood fast, At this rate he would be a corpse in a hour provided the rest of the smugglers didn’t kill him first.
One thing was for sure t
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How Many Inquisitor's Does it Take to Screw in a lightbulb?
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1 to call it heretical
1 to Deny its existence
1 to screw it in!
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Time should not fly!
it should walk like everyone else does
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In the kingdom of madness, a sane man, or one of his alternate personalities, bays at the moon.
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