Unbridled Determination
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Last published Mon, Dec 26, 2022
"A infamous supervillain, Albino, has struck again, stealing the world-famous gem..." Zemal groaned as he saw the news. He'd let him escape again. "Ey Panther! C'mere, were havin' a meetin'." Shylock said, poking his head from around the corner. "Coming Horus.." He groaned, getting up and plugging the extension wire to his back, before starting to follow the key.
"Woo! Another successful steal!" Arnold whooped, as a shard of semi-broken glass sighed. "Arnold, come on. Put that in the treasure room and be back here in ten minutes. Dinner will be ready by then." She said. He nodded. "Alright, 'Boom-Boom.'" He said, using his nickname for Julia. "Well see you in a bit, Albino." She chuckled, focusing on the stove.
There are many hero's and villains running about the world, but for now we focus onto two. Zemal, a quiet and yet emotional pendrive, and a white lighter, looking for a chance to experience thrill and danger
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