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-ERROR: MEMORY CORRUPTED- A fury of orange and red painted over him as he fell. He slowly gets up, only to find himself surrounded by targets. Yi fought furiously, with rising rage as pieces of himself slowly disintegrated. They dodged, calculating his erratic, but true swings. How? Something was amiss; did he not attained mastery of this art before?
A n g e r g i v e s m o t i v a t i o n w i t h o u t p u r p o s e.
He did not foresee a side shot to the temple of his head.
“͗͑̿ͮ̏̈ͬSͯ̈́̈́̓ͦͬͧùb̆̍̊̃͋jͫ͂eͥ̌̿̅͋̅̆c̾͗̽t Yͬiͭ̊ͣ h̿̐̅as̒̌̈̀̓̉̿ ̉̌̏dͭ̀͒̉́ͥe̎͌sy̓̑͂ͨͮͭn̔̑̈cͮ̊͑ͭͩ̏hͨͮ͗͐ͣr̈ͭ͌͆̆̽oͦ͂ͪ̉̒nͪ̎̿̈́͛̑ỉ̔ͮz͒e̐̽d̔̌̒.̒ Ẁe ͊ͧ̃͌m͂̓͊͒ũ̒̌̅ŝ̌͑ͣ͂̐͂ťͦ̑́̐ ͯ̏ͯͧproͩ͑͒͑̌ͦc̔eͤͯ͂̿̓eͧͬͣ̚dͬ͗̈ f̌uͮ̄̇̾ll͂ͪ̋̀̚ ̎ͣ̓ͣ̍c͛ỹ̋ͬͮ̔͗͗bͦ̈́͆͐͊̓ē̓́ͧ̔r̍̉n̆ͦ͒ͯeͨt̐̈́ͦi̍ͤͯ̾c̿ͤ̍́͐͋ ò̄̋ͫ̃ͭͯṕͬ͒̉́͛̈́e̓͒͌r̉̈̂̒͂͛̅a͗t̊̄̐̏ĩ͆̐͛̉ͥo̎̔̆̃ͣ̚n.͒̾̀”ͧ̎ͭ͒͋ͦ ͫͨͥ̽͋ ͨK̉̂ͬ̄̔ͮ̽s̒ͭ̋ͭ̎͐ṡ͂ͨ͗sz͊ͤ͑̑̆ͦzͨ̑t̿ͪ͌̽ ̾̊̿-ͮ ̂̒̎ͧ͋̅̋“ͬ̀͋̓ͣͤ̈Y̅͐̽̔̅͌O͆͛̐̇̉̐U̒̈́̓̔̉ ͩ̏ͣ̑͗ͥ͑W͋̅͛̆̊IL̑L̈́̋ ̆̂ͧ̃Nͪ̂ͯ͐͊Ǒ̅ͤͪ̚T́ͣ̓̊̐ ̊̿͋̇̓ͦ̌Tͤ̓̎͌̈͛̽U̍ͥ͋ͮ̓ͬR͆ͬ̇̽̒͑Nͯ ̽̽ͦ̄͌H͛̓͗̐Ï̉̅Mͦ̊ ̒̓̆̐̌INͬͧ̇̊̓͋ͦT̃͌̓O͗ ͫÂͯ̋ͬ ͂͋̂̆̍͑̾M͂̌̆AͪͫCͪ̎͛̂H̀͒͊̈Iͥ̔͊̎̅̍̋Ń̓͒Ĕ̄̔ͣ̒̊̌!̅ͯͦͭ̆͗ͮ”ͬ̊̓͌́̚ ̂̈́ ͗ͬ͗“̅̾͗̔ͦͥW͆͗̚eͥ̌ͨͫ̇ ̊̉cͨ̈́͒̓ͭͧ̚a͛͛̄̇͗ͥ̒n̓ͩ̓́̆ñ̂̾ö̒ͮ̈́̐̓t r͛̀̆ͥi̓̓̀̍s̑̄̿ͫ̈̐kͬͨ͆̋̚ ̍̐̆͌̎a̓ͪͫ͊̽́nͫͩ̿̇oͪ̐́ͤ̏̏tͯ̿̿hͦ̆er̓ c͐át̾͂ͧaͬ̇ͬͤs͛́̀͌ͮ̊̊t̐r̆͗͂͒̅̒õ͋p͋ͪ̌hͬiͩ͗̈ͭͪ̅cͥ͂̀ͧ̊ͬ ̿̓̉ͬf̀̿̈́aiͧ̀̔l̈́ͨȕ̅̔ͨ̔͆rͪͮ̓̃ͭ̀̌eͫ͒̔͂̃. ̆ͩ̄̎͗H̆̏͋ͧeͥ͌ ͪ̈ͭ̎̓̆îͬ̋ͫͤ̈́̑s̓ ̌̍͛t̎̓o͊͛o͌ v̂̒̽ä̋lͨ̐ͯ̊ͮ̓uab̒̓̏͛̔̿͊lͥ̆ȅ͗ ͐a̓nͬ̅̀ͣ̑ ͒̒̉̊͒aͬͫ̐̄͊̚̚ṡs͛ͣͪͮ̅͊ͮet̆͊ͬ́ ͒ͬͥ̔̓ǎs̃ͨ̿ ̈́ͣ͒̓͊͆́òͨͦ̀f̂̓͑̃ ̓now̓͗͋ͣ̀̋̃.̆͂͋̿̅̑ͭ”͐̿̇̀͒ͪ̌ ̌̌͐ͭͨ̉ ̿̈́̉̑͊͐ͩ“̔̅̐̂H̄̄ͣ̓̉ͩͬiͮ̓s͂ ͤͩ͊̍̇ͭá̄sͪͧͩ̑̊̇̓s͊ͯͯ̐͋ ͥͨ̃̑͆w͋͊͋ͣ̎̽i̾̓̿ĺ͆͗̉̓͋l͗ͯͦ̓̋ ͯ̌̀ͥͥb͗̽ͤͬ̎͒̆e̋̂̍̑ ̀̍ͩͧ̂̐ͣV̾͂ͦik͑̆̌̉ͥ̒t̾ͥ̓o̊̏̈́̈́ͨ̃r̀͑ͦ͛̊̊'̌ͧ͋́s ͂ͣͧ̉iͩͭ͑̔fͥͯͫ ̓̅y͋̒o͆ͨu̍ͧͬ̎̑ͬ̚ ̓sͤͨͭͥc̊r̀̀̆̒eͨͧ͊̆ͭ̚w͆̇ͨ ȃ̉͋r̂̍ͧͣoͨͭ̏ͣ̄u͗̚nd͌ͪ͒̊̿ ͮ̑w̆͊̏i͛͊ͪt̉ͣ̓ͩͬ̄hͦ̈̊ ̊͆ͩ̍͛͑̿hͪ͊̎̂̓̎́i̋̈̊s͌͛ͪ ̆ͩ͆ͧ͆̃͆o̿ͨ̄̂̈ǹ̓̽̍̊l̓̒́͑y̍̇̊̓͌ ̈s̽̓̂̏̃ͨec͂ͤ̀͒ur͂͛i̾̽t̾ẏ̌̿ͭ̍͋ ̉̈́͂̇̏pr͑͋̿ȯt̅͗ŏ́͛̓ͧ͋c͊óͦͥl̀̋̍ͯ̋̽-̌͒̌
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Initiate PROJECT: Yi...
… online.
Welcome, Yi.
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“Have...I died?” He croaked, tilting his head to see metal braces strapped to his limbs. His voice rang a metallic tone.
“A bullet to the head. Luckily, it only damaged the amygdala. It's not like you need any emotions, subject.” A male, elderly voice replied, as another white coat personnel stepped from the dark crevices of the lab. The cybernetic glowing eyes that covered nearly his whole head chilled him to the core. It was the project leader. There were no signs of the golden-eyed woman on the premises.
“...Gideon?”
“Her employment has been terminated. I am now your caretaker. You will call me Dr. Agonia.”
Tͪͥ͒̉͋̀̚h͋͆̅̂͒ë͂̊̓̉͗̃ ̑̋s͆͋̏m̌͗ͥ͂il̒̽́͛̔̂e͂ ̒͊ͯ͒͐̌ẅ̒͂̄̋ã̋̏sͪ̿̓̾̈ ͐͆͛c̒̃̈́̊oͧ͒͊́̄lͧ̉͗̔ͪ͊̚d̃ͩͭ͑͊.̈̈͑ͩ̎ ̈H̆ͩ̄͊ͤe̋͐̈̒ ͫ̽̍ͨͫ̚hͫͪ̈́a̽̄͛̈́ͮ͗d̃͋͋ͪ͂ͩ̋ ̒ă̽͌ͯ̏l͗̏ͮ́r̋̉̓̒͒ͭ̄ĕ̌ͤ̄̿͐̂aͬ̔͒͊̅̊̚d͐ͫͦ̓͛̂̊y̆͆̿̊̾͒͊ ͥͨͣ̑ͧm͊͊ͣ̃ͥ̔͒i̍ͯ̐ͣs͌ͤ̒͂sͤͧ̎ed͊ͣ ͣh̾ͧ̒ē̆̾ͥͬ̈́̇r͛ͬ̄.̇̊̓̔͆̉̚ ͦ̇̅ͬ͗
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