MEDUSA'S MEETING.
1774, SEPTEMBER 21st, WEDNESDAY.
Cool, crisp mountain air drifted around the rocky range. A bird landed on the branch of a snow-covered pine tree. It chirped and sang with the chorus of other birds resting on the electrical lines. They scattered when the rage-filled scream of some woman filled the air.
On this small mountain, whose top was carved to be flat, was a giant stone building. This was the Cross Headquarters; located on the north end of the Create Continent. Inside Cross HQ was a very fancy door. It was thrown open so hard that the adjacent wall cracked.
Cross President Medusa stepped out with a glare that could, figuratively, turn flesh to stone. Her face was red, her left eyebrow twitched, and a vein was seen throbbing on her temple. Her eyes were so sharp they appeared as if they could cut steel and the focus in them revealed she intended to.
"I'M GONNA KILL DREG!" She screamed.
Behind her, two terrified men followed.
"Preshudent Medusha, pleash, chalm down!" a hoarse old voice said.
"P-P-Please l-listen to R-R-Rust..." another said, "Y-Y-You're s-s-scaring me."
"To HELL with calm!" Medusa yelled, "I'm gonna castrate him!"
Within this building was a peach colored hallway, with a maroon ceiling, tan flooring, and near floor to ceiling big cathedral windows every 5 feet apart. There were three people walking down this hallway.
A skinny old man, approximately eighty-three, wearing full gray plate mail armor. His eyebrows were so long that they went to the side of his head, dropped down, and connected into his long dangly beard.
A timid, yet big, young man about twenty-four who had slightly orange tinted skin, long black hair with rectangular bumps in it, and rectangular eyes. He wore short black clothing, decorated in flower designs, with sandals. Also, he wore a sort of large collar with equally massive zipper. Alongside a sort of gray skirt that only covered his sides and behind him. Lastly, he was shaking; but not due to the cold.
Finally, Medusa herself, had green snake like dreadlocks, red full moon glasses, red eyes, and white pupils. She wore a very formal looking khaki hooded coat over a regal red vest, formal brown pants, and black military dress shoes. She looked about fifty.
"THAT IDIOT Dreg actually let a giant bombappear on TV! It's already everywhere on the internet!" Medusa screamed, "I canbarely scroll through my tweet-book page without teens hash-tagging theever-FUCKING-Living hell out of it!"
"M-M-M-Medusa please... D-D-Don't be mad." The big guy said, "D-D-D-Dreg is a-a-a good p-person... Please don't hurt him... O-Or us."
"GENERAL SALT for the last time! I! Am! Not! Going to hurt you!"
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