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Hoxley stretched slightly as he came out of his current home. The sturdy tent had survived last night's experimentations. Hoxley himself was covered in soot at his front, photophores producing not so much light as usual. He took off his glasses, pulling himself awkwardly to the riverside and cleaning the black particles off, re-applying them to his face. "You... Passed out half-way through," a voice measured out, "so I put you on your... Um..." "Bed." Hoxley finished. "Did you continue without me?" "Yes." Hoxley turned to the blind Leader. "I never thought that ping-pong would be that dangerous." "We were only testing a new metal alloy."

"What the fuck is this?" "Precipitation, also commonly referred to 'rain' by those of a similar IQ of yours'." "Er... It ain't bad for us, is it? This is perfectly normal, yeah?" "Yes. It is a vital component for life to flourish, as it can be found in all living organisms, with a few exceptions, of course. And no, it is good for you and critically important for my species to survive out of a body of water. Any more questions you wish to ask me?" "Yeah. How the hell are you gonna do this?" The hooded human stared over to the target, scowling. Underneath his hood a blonde-to-dark brown, messy mop hovered  over his mud brown eyes. A vein th

Another day in paradise for some. Titanic trees towered over uneven earth, an odd, snaking root protruding here and there, lonely ferns and bushes hiding in the dappled shadows. There was a pleasant, though underwhelming breeze that ruffling through huge leaves, whistling it's way along a world of new wonders. Bugs, birds and beasts all hollered in their own tongue, an outlandish orchestra. Yes, a paradise for some. But... He wasn't home. Home was gone. Light everywhere. Where ever he looked his beady eyes were bombarded, poor sight illuding him completely. This was all new to him, the light, the smells, the vibrations, making a calm demea