login(blackbird): 2REturn;
login accepted...
players = 1
scene loaded = 48
objects = 3
initiating build...
This was how you feel truly alone -nine fingers in the sand standing at the base of a silver statue. Sand that skirts across in waves skimming off stretched skin. And they feel like ghosts. Whispering away about nine tales. But her ears dipped across the base of Andrew's feet.
She stood. The trails of her dress lifted upon the wind.
There was a time and place to wreck dreams. Blackbird would take out the last one. The last finger that had not been in the sand had been on the knife. Standard butcher's blade, the type for hacking. Two things glinted in the sand. Silver. One blurred in a flash. The other shattered.
She expected blood.
Silver rolled across the sand.
patching...
players = 2
objects = 2
He blinked away a grain.
There was a faint smell of clementines.
"F*ck you"
program terminated
