"...ugh. And I was just getting used to home being back... this is, what, our... fourth new island? For cryin' out loud... and man, that thing with the black hole felt weird as hell. There was the sadly familiar absolute nothingness of technically not existing anymore... and then, for a brief moment, it felt like I was OVEREXISTING, if that makes any sense."
"Surfing on that racecar was pretty damn fun, at least, though it felt SO WEIRD bein' made of... I-I think plastic? And that concert was, uh... something. Good beat, at least."
She shakes her head, stretching a bit. "Whatever the case, I've been hiding behind the scenes for far too long. It's time to get back out there... fuck the Society. VIVA LE RESISTANCE!"

















