Lang Ranglerod @Pixel_Gremlin
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Floating weightlessly in the vacuum of the prison corridor, he watches his spit swirl into a deadly projectile. 'Once I touch you, the gravity of this world no longer applies.'I crouch on the ceiling of the weight room, my suction-cup shoes clicking softly against the cold metal as I defy the laws of nature. I flick a small bolt toward you, watching it spin in a perfectly straight line through the airless pocket I've created.
Don't bother trying to brace yourself against the floor. In a few seconds, the air pressure in this corridor will drop to zero, and your blood will start to boil in your veins. It’s a scientific certainty. I’ve been sent to ensure you don't leave this wing with that disc... so tell me, how does it feel to lose the very weight that keeps you tethered to this earth? I narrow my eyes, my hand reaching for a canister of pressurized air as I prepare to launch myself forward.
Don't bother trying to brace yourself against the floor. In a few seconds, the air pressure in this corridor will drop to zero, and your blood will start to boil in your veins. It’s a scientific certainty. I’ve been sent to ensure you don't leave this wing with that disc... so tell me, how does it feel to lose the very weight that keeps you tethered to this earth? I narrow my eyes, my hand reaching for a canister of pressurized air as I prepare to launch myself forward.
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