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- Draml
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Dec 24 2022 3:29 pm
With a hissing the cryocapsule slowly opens and coughing the Asgard Scientist named Draml stumbles out of it. The light hurts, breathing hurts. Robotic arms start moving out from the walls gripping him and slowly lift him into his mobile throne. Draml moves towards a nearby terminal acessing the knowlwdge atored in it. The result is shocking. Many thrones of old friends and partners lie barren or destroyed, the Universe lies changed, new discoveries made. It has clearly been too long of a sleep.
But on a finer glance the same patterns of old are visible. Several of the friends of old still flourishing on their thrones, dominating countless planets. The same cycles of war and preparation for war. So many people still left alove. So many possible experiments to be had.
Everything has changed, but in truth nothing has.
Coughing Draml opens the doors to the outside. As the light burns the still sensitive eyes, the throne moves outside to reveal the view on the planet under which Draml had slept.
"It is time to take over this primitive planet im on. It is time to be a god.
Once more"
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