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"To Make An Omelette..." by dennykins
“Don’t look down,” Max willed himself, as he edged his way around the narrow cliff face. Small pieces of sandstone crumbled underfoot and tumbled down into the Tyrannian jungle far below. Max’s eyes followed them as they went, immediately not following his own advice. The world seemed to sway and shift in and out of focus, and Max struggled to retain his footing. He swallowed hard and continued his slow journey around the edge of the precipice. He rounded the corner and saw his goal in front of him – the lair of the Beast. ----------------- Earlier that day, Max had awoken with optimism. It was to be his first day at his new job guarding the Giant Omelette. Max viewed this as an opportunity to turn over a new leaf and this new opportunity represented a shift in his fortunes. He had been down on his luck recently, ever since he was asked to stop playing with his band, Jazzmosis. The other band members had decided they no longer needed any Kau bell on their tracks. Their loss. Max had been excited to meet Sabre-X, of whom he had heard so much about, but that excitement quickly dissipated when it became clear that Sabre-X was not anywhere near as interested in meeting Max. Nonetheless, it was nice to be working again, and Max tried to make the most...

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