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Just a start to something. Lost my password, so I've been gone. Hopefully you all remember the methods to my insanity.

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Rhaestr beamed at his handiwork, both smiling with a giddy happiness, and smiling at the painting he’d made. He moved the collar around his neck, again and again until he was satisfied with the position although it was never extremely comfortable.

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In the cage Rhaestr had found freedom, Rhaestr had found an outlet to his gift. He had no identity of himself, not of his face, his voice, his life before the cage. All he knew was the cage, the collar, and how to paint.

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That noise though? Where was it coming from? Rhaestr had no idea how big the cage was, he hardly ever moved much less paid attention to anything other than the canvas onto which he painted his gored visage.

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Without thinking Rhaestr stood and attempted to rip his shock collar off. In a fraction of a second, the collar responded to unauthorized movement and ignited.

Coiling into a ball, Rhaestr pried at the collar with all his might, the more he tried to free himself the higher the intensity of the shock.
Rhaestr was determined though, putting all his might into one attempt he screamed to the hidden masters behind the cage, he tore free the collar and stood. A gigantic scorched ring of flesh burnt into his flesh encompassing his neck. It mattered little.

‘Who are you!’ Rhaestr called.

Silence took the stage, and the dripping slowly continued its sibilant prayer.

Infuriated Rhaestr took a corpse that he used as paint and flung it at the bars of the cage. A harmonious snapping of back vertebrae rang after the body’s contact.

‘Tell me! Now!’ shouted the painter.

‘//Test0125729//Chaos//p-Rebirth has completed nullification, please notify Inquisitor Ourdic.’ Rhaestr flinched and ducked away when an analog voice from the shadows beyond the cage replied.

‘What does that mean?’ asked Rhaestr inquisitively.

‘//Test0125729//Chaos//p-Rebirth, is classified to Alpha level clearance, please provide I.D.'

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