Athena raised her hands. "DON'T ASK ME, I WAS THE FIRST ONE UP, NOT THE LAST!"
"JUST CLOSE IT!"
"THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN, WE ARE HAVING A LITTLE TURBULENCE, BUT DON'T WORRY, YOUR PILOT IS A 63 YEAR OLD DRUGGY. SO FASTEN YOUR SEATBELTS AND PREPARE FOR LANDING!"
The ship suddely came to a full stop on the right side of the war fortress. "I BID YOU WELCOME TO THIS DEAD ISLAND OF WAR!" Hector shouted out of joy over getting there.
Athena shook her head in amusement. She jumped on the ground and searched for a door.
Hector jumped of the boat. The old fortress had a rotten wooden gate. Hector switched out on of the meathooks with a ball of rusty iron, still hard enough to do damage, even though its 30 years old. He smashed the ball through the gate, making it break down. It were filled with muliple termite queens and batalions of workers.
"Come on, it's protein" He picked up one of the queens and ate it.
Hrua stayed on The Soup Bowl, it were to scarred of the place to enter.
The tattoo of The Eyed Hand on Hectors neck, began to burn alittle as he walked in.
Athena stepped on some of the bugs and almost gagged at the chorus of crunches
The halls were lined with ripped red clothes. The torches were glowing crystals on sticks, dimly lighting the place.
When rats saw the opening, they ran out of it, running for their life. For the rats knows the secret of the fortress, it gruesome secret.
Ari follows jumping over the ship’s edge. She grows cautious as she watches the rats running from the fortress. She slips on her gloves, just in case.
As Hector walked in, his tatoo grew hotter and hotter. Eventually they came upon the weaponsquater bodies littered the floor. they were still rotting, even though the persons they were had been dead for over 40 years.
Ari’s eyes widened a bit. “What is this?” She asks no one in particular, her fists clenched at her sides.
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