In a column to the heavens, the raging fires burned. Thick, black clouds gathered about this fire. Suddenly, there was the satisfying "kowacka-voom!" of thunder. It was quickly followed by another, even louder, which was in turn followed by an even louder clatter. Quickly the bangs coalesced into a deafening roll. As lightning struck down at the base of the fire column, its roll was soon blocked out by an even louder cacophony of impossible sounds, mixed the wild screams of countless tortured souls. The earth around the fiery column swelled, and all at once, cracked open. Lava flowed up the fire column as raging winds swirled about it. Finally, a figure, silhouetted by the fire, rose up with the lava. All at once, the chaos stopped, and the figure fell in front of the crack it had made. Its form was familiar: Shoulder-length, red hair; a full-length black trench coat; long, pointed ears; a gray, metallic mask with "7P" carved expertly into the right cheek, one eye hole covered by a thick black lens, through which a golden glow pierced, and the other non-existent. It was the one, the only, the Mly.
"Oh, hi there!" Mly said.
(tl;dr: I'm back bebbeh.)
"Oh, hi there!" Mly said.
(tl;dr: I'm back bebbeh.)
