Libex - Captive

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Here At AJHQ..
Hey there! I'm Sam, and I work here at WildWorks. You're not supposed to be here, but that letter you sent really touched me! I know you're worried about your buddy, but I'm sure he's fine! You-

A TALL MAN BEGINS TO STRIDE INTO THE ROOM

Oh, shoot! Quick! Watch out for the desks! Yes, come on! You'll be dead if he spots us!

Heh, that was close. Come, here's the Hard Drive Room. Yeah, it took, oh god knows how long it took to program this. But Libex - shh, don't worry! Libex has broken out, and he keeps destroying all of our work! He has broken out of his cell, and I'm pretty sure he'll be breaking out all the other jammers, too. He's made by a computer, not like his devil of a partner X; So there's no way of telling how he's gonna strike next. I've got to go soon, and so do you. Well, it was nice talking to ya! See you round if we meet again!

The Escape
I patrolled up and down the long corridors, glaring at every jammer in my sight.

"Hello, Libex! O mighty prophet of righteousness! Free us from the jammers of Jamaa and the Headquarters!", chorused the prisoners. I swagered up to a jammer so slender and so ghostly I thought she were dead. Her face, though, stirred me slightly with a feeling of welcome - She smiled at me, and groomed her scammed den betas of dust with her paws. I could just about make out the rotting plaque of her name - GiftDrache - and next to it another reading out 'Roishi'... My glitching leg quivered with uneasiness, as I remembered the jammer who was now a devoured corpse, eaten by GiftDrache. I remembered Roishi too well. He was the marrowless bunny who was the most vile role player and clan leader out of all the ignorant power players.

"Oh, Hey. Just came to get the out of this damn place. I promise you rares, alliance and shelter.", I offered. GiftDrache looked thoughtful, then nodded.

"Yeah, okay. I mean, I want to get out there and scam den betas again. I miss the satisfaction. But you're taking everyone, right?", she asked tentatively. 'Yes.", I whispered, smiling. Only half of my face could grin, for my flesh and muscles were rotting away. I would live, but be in no pain, but I could not restore my flesh. I wondered if I would find the curs' famous jammers, kill them, and put an end to the reign of AJHQ. I sighed wistfully, imagining the satisfaction, the vengeance, the rares - Oh! The rares! I'd put an end to all that stupid headdresses, den betas and dumb beloved spikes. I'd turn it into weapons, or just recycle the ancient items. I broadened my shoulders, bone jutting through my bloodied black pelt;

"The Reign Of Animal Jam Will Be Over! It Is Time For The NEW AGE!", I howled. I'd kill them all, I swear by my horns!

(WIP)