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A final twist of the screwdriver with his teeth, holding the delicate device in place with his paws. Caustic hunched over his work desk, completing the portal maker in the odd hours of the morning. Time was gone to him- hours and weeks uncountable were spent on this project. He pulls the voice recorder over, clicking the red button with a claw and beginning to speak. "It is the morning, approximately between the hours of oh-four and oh-six hundred. I have been trapped in this dimension for eighty days." It's awful to thing about, really. He originally projected it would take him two weeks at most to escape. Weeks have turned into months and months could turn into years. He can feel his tail sink between his legs at the thought. He was supposed to be the one trapping others, killing them and claiming his victory through intelligence and science. "I, with great delight, have finally completed my primary task," Such luxuries were stolen from him, though, for now he was in a hellish trap of his own. He raises the device, inspecting in the morning light.
A cough leaves him, racking through, and he turns his attention to the row of cages to the adjacent wall. There's only eight, in different sizes and makes, procured from abandoned homes and brought to the basement of Caustic's personal hell. Most of them are empty, but a rabbit and a raccoon take population in two of them. "The Portal Device seems to be in functioning order," All the indicator lights lit in a brilliant green, a good sign. He takes a look at the rest of his so-called lab, now. It's dirtier than he ever wanted it be. Caustic is known for his desire of a sterile environment, clean counters and organized supplies were heaven to him.
SPEAKING
[/td][/tr][/table]A cough leaves him, racking through, and he turns his attention to the row of cages to the adjacent wall. There's only eight, in different sizes and makes, procured from abandoned homes and brought to the basement of Caustic's personal hell. Most of them are empty, but a rabbit and a raccoon take population in two of them. "The Portal Device seems to be in functioning order," All the indicator lights lit in a brilliant green, a good sign. He takes a look at the rest of his so-called lab, now. It's dirtier than he ever wanted it be. Caustic is known for his desire of a sterile environment, clean counters and organized supplies were heaven to him.
SPEAKING
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A cough leaves him, racking through, and he turns his attention to the row of cages to the adjacent wall. There's only eight, in different sizes and makes, procured from abandoned homes and brought to the basement of Caustic's personal hell. Most of them are empty, but a rabbit and a raccoon take population in two of them. [color=#98c441][b] "The Portal Device seems to be in functioning order,"[/b][/color] All the indicator lights lit in a brilliant green, a good sign. He takes a look at the rest of his so-called lab, now. It's dirtier than he ever wanted it be. Caustic is known for his desire of a sterile environment, clean counters and organized supplies were heaven to him.
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