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...well...
...Siren awoke with a start
"Oh, god, what a dream...why can't I feel my legs...?"
(Scottish burr) "They have no been connected, yet, lass...ye've had a bit of a time, then...an' were a mess..."
Siren:"What do you-who Are you?"
S.B.: "aye am th' last o' th' Livin' Weapons; Aye am Wulfgar010...called the Mad One, by Cranky Central, the BASTARDS responsible foor oour creation...Aye foound yer remains; tis gude ye were oonly MOSTLY dead (*CLICK*); Ah, that's doone it-"
Siren:"Living Weapons? But they were dismantled-waitafukkinminnit!!! What-do-you-mean, not-connected-YET?"
Wulfgar010: we were marooned on this damned wur-uld a mil-lennium agoo; Aye am the last, until naow...Aye think yer new plasti-steel limbs look better than yer old ones, an' they have built-in weaponry, like this (she hears a -snikt!-, and held before her terrified eyes is a man's hand and forearm; from the back of the hand protrude 3 talon-shaped, razor-sharp blades...); what d'ye think, lass?"
Siren(out of her mind with terror, she looks in the voice's direction; she sees that she is in side an archaic space-ship, decorated like Atilla the Hun's rumpus room; attached to the arm is a one-eyed man, wearing black, and carrying a sword in his other hand)"...I think I'm gonna be sick(she sits up and feels her head swim; she touches her legs, and the slick plastisteel feels almost totally unlike flesh, though it IS pliant)ooo-Rahgllllph.."
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