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[ooc]Gomenasai. I'm afraid... that in the past few days, I have become ill. Because of this, I was away from the forum, along with everything else. Mind you, I could not do anymore drawings. I tried. Oh, heavens, how I've tried... Welf is very difficult to draw, after all. I've only created a few pictures, and only two of them are actually good enough (in my eyes) to fit in with the story. So, please wait patiently as I try and scan them in by tomorrow. I do not own a scanner, and I have to use a school's scanner according to a schedule. Again, please forgive me. Continue, if you would like, today. Just... do not proceed to do something short, like "everyone goes in the mansion, opens a door, and -- Oh my! There's Angela asleep! all of a sudden she is waking up mysteriously without us doing anything important." or of the like. For now... Ledmonkey..[/ooc]

Back on the other continent, all of hell was beginning to rise to the surface of the world. The life of all that lived in the villages by the shore was being threatened by the savage violence that raged upon the dark and dirty street corner. The many voices crying out in pain, rage, or despair drowned out all forms of sinister laughter coming from what seemed like everything. A little child ran down the street, looking for his mother who was currently biting on a mans nowbloody, torn, and deattached upper leg. As the little boy cried out to her, she stopped her menacing chews of glee and look into the boys eyes. She brought him over to her, and held him once more as a mother should hold a child. The child smiled once more, before being impaled by what seemed like a bone shooting out from the mothers body. The child, though bloody and dead, was held once more by his mother; the same thing that he had wanted when this disaster began. Yet over the horizon, he knew, there was a little bit of hope for his continent which he used to call home. The sun set in on his eyes, which were left open as his mother left him to lie there, until she had her previous body..

...This was to be the beginning of their new nightmare; a harsh dream that makes one want to wake up. Yet, if it was a dream, then one can only hope that they will wake up before losing all hope. If they did not wake up, then it was reality. The dream is reality...