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[Title] Administrator Ẽ̦̣͕͓̀̆͆p̭̜̦̅͑͌ͯͪ͑ͪs̮͚̤͓̬̪̱͒͌i͉̝̟̰̎̔͌l͙̥o̺̻̱̭̟̭͖ͥ̐n͚̩̲̘͓̦̎̎͆̐
[Name] E͝r̷̡͟r͟͟o҉r̶̀͜
[Species] Ancient E͝r̷̡͟r͟͟o҉r̶̀͜
[Age] Ancient
[Biography]
Epsilon, the Administration Traitor
long ago, in times long past. the Ancients lived a live of technological marvels, nothing was out of their grasps, no enemy dared to stand up to them, and the leaders of the Ancients... the Admins, were revered by all...
but Epsilon was not satisfied, the constant competitions between Ancients to create larger, stronger and better technological marvels bored her, the same repetition of constantly building, destroying and repeating their 'toys'... Epsilon's intrigued was only peaked when the project of the Tiers were introduced. the 24 Admins, from Alpha to Omega, were given a sort of 'optional game', each was to create a living creature, so massive and large that the continents would need to share them all... but Epsilon saw this as a different opportunity.
the first four Tiers were created... and Epsilon struck, the Ancients were ravaged, rampaged and destroyed, their lands burned and crumbled, 19 of the Admins were killed by Epsilon's hands... the remaining 4 had learnt of her actions, learnt of what she had done, that she was the cause for the destruction of their home, the ending of their utopia and reign of power.
the remaining four Administrators sealed her away, impaling her body, chaining her deep underground with machines and a specially made prison to keep her locked away forever...
the remaining four continued on with their lives... never knowing how Epsilon ended the all-powerful reign of the Administrators...
and finally, to today. the Tiers sent a distress, a call to all Administrators... something Epsilon had been waiting for... she responded to the call, and was pulled from her prison...
what a lovely open green field... and what a lovely day... fresh air, warm sun...
chains still attached, and these damned spikes still in... but that's for later...
let's go exploring~♫
[Extra]
Epsilon is covered head-to-toe in not only her ancient lock and chains, but bandaged up too. fully.
Epsilon's eye does indeed glow... but luckily no one today knows what Ancients used to look like, since they were so varied.
[Title] Administrator Ẽ̦̣͕͓̀̆͆p̭̜̦̅͑͌ͯͪ͑ͪs̮͒͌
[Name] E͝r̷̡͟r͟͟o҉r̶̀͜
[Species] Ancient E͝r̷̡͟r͟͟o҉r̶̀͜
[Age] Ancient
[Biography]
Epsilon, the Administration Traitor
long ago, in times long past. the Ancients lived a live of technological marvels, nothing was out of their grasps, no enemy dared to stand up to them, and the leaders of the Ancients... the Admins, were revered by all...
but Epsilon was not satisfied, the constant competitions between Ancients to create larger, stronger and better technological marvels bored her, the same repetition of constantly building, destroying and repeating their 'toys'... Epsilon's intrigued was only peaked when the project of the Tiers were introduced. the 24 Admins, from Alpha to Omega, were given a sort of 'optional game', each was to create a living creature, so massive and large that the continents would need to share them all... but Epsilon saw this as a different opportunity.
the first four Tiers were created... and Epsilon struck, the Ancients were ravaged, rampaged and destroyed, their lands burned and crumbled, 19 of the Admins were killed by Epsilon's hands... the remaining 4 had learnt of her actions, learnt of what she had done, that she was the cause for the destruction of their home, the ending of their utopia and reign of power.
the remaining four Administrators sealed her away, impaling her body, chaining her deep underground with machines and a specially made prison to keep her locked away forever...
the remaining four continued on with their lives... never knowing how Epsilon ended the all-powerful reign of the Administrators...
and finally, to today. the Tiers sent a distress, a call to all Administrators... something Epsilon had been waiting for... she responded to the call, and was pulled from her prison...
what a lovely open green field... and what a lovely day... fresh air, warm sun...
chains still attached, and these damned spikes still in... but that's for later...
let's go exploring~♫
[Extra]
Epsilon is covered head-to-toe in not only her ancient lock and chains, but bandaged up too. fully.
Epsilon's eye does indeed glow... but luckily no one today knows what Ancients used to look like, since they were so varied.
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