Some thoughts from the brink. ( supplimental)
A red furred ottsel sits at a table. His head fur is dyed bright yellow and his arm fur is stained black with flame markings. He has on a boilder suit, He rubs his claws nervously. "What Can I honestly say... Let me think. Well My father. He said...
The Brink: The day of opening.
A cold mechanical female Echoed through the whitish corridors of arkoral covered in natural coral growth and metal panels. Monitors begin to glow and flash and flicker green blue. "Now activating C.R.S./Type O.S.T./#0001/Designation of individual...