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[The cover is the pyramid in the desert again, but this time
with Faq Lord's eye.]
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"Corruption to the next power."
The warehouse clerk was slumped on the desk, one arm holding her head
up, barely awake. Working here was one of the easiest paying jobs
around. Not the highest paid, but she got by.
A thump on the desk jerked her into full wakefulness, and she
looked up to see a stern looking man in a bomber jacket looking at her.
"I'd like to retrieve object #AB345," he said, indicating the pile of
paperwork he had thrown onto the desk, the thump.
Shaking her head, she pulled the papers to her and flipped
through them.
"Get a lot of sleep around here?"
She looked sharply at him. She didn't recognise him, and he
didn't look like the type that normally came around here, so she doubted
he was anyone that could seriously cause her any trouble. "Id?" she
asked, coolly.
Frowning, the man took out his wallet and flipped through it,
before finally showing her a card with his picture on it and a name.
Agent. "In there," she said, tapping a slot in the desk. The frown
changed to a scowl as Agent took the card out and slid it into the
indicated hole. There was a brief whirring, then the card ejected with a
small beep.
Agent snatched the card back. "Happy?"
The clerk didn't respond, just tried to stifle a yawn. The
paperwork was in order, so she turned her attention to the Alto on her
desk. After a few clicks, she entered the code. "AB123, was it?"
"No," replied Agent sourly. "AB345."
"Right." A few more clicks and the file was retrieved. "Oh, a
triple Q coding." She flicked through the sheets of paper, and found the
proper form. Nodding, she read further, then tapped the screen, even
though Agent couldn't see it, and said "It's got here 'Special
Requirement J34.' That's a super-heavy lifter. Have you got one of those?"
"No, I just thought I'd carry it with me."
"Really, sir. There's no need to be like that."
"I'm not joking."
"Right." Another click, and a card was ejected from below the
computer. "Take this then," she said, handing it over. "Aisle 21,
section B. It's the one on the bottom."
"It would be," Agent replied, and took the card with barely
disguised ill grace.
The clerk watched him go, and turned back to the file. Joking or
no, there was no way he could carry a J34 item. He'd be back.
When she looked up a minute later, he was back. Carrying the
crate between his hands. It wasn't much larger than the boxes used to
carry reams of printer paper.
"Issue this," he commanded.
"Seals check," she returned. There was no way he could be
carrying that. He must have already taken the item out first.
Sighing, Agent held the box out. She raised a scanner, which
scanned the box and beeped. Hmm, object secure. Very well, never let it
be said she didn't do her job. She clicked the correct button on the
computer file and it closed, marked "IN USE".
"Done." With no reply of his own, Agent just turned and walked
out. She watched him with a sense of curiosity, but not a lot of it. You
didn't stay in this job if you were curious about the items you were in
charge of.
With the transaction done, she settled down to get back to sleep.
_-~-_
What do you do when (and let's speak frankly here) you're faced with
three enemies, two of which could kick your butt without even thinking
about it? Barry didn't know the answer, but that was the situation he
was in. He wished he did know the answer, or that the answer was known
by someone and that they were here instead of him.
Going from minor to major there was Missy, late of the
Alt.Riders, and now turned, corrupted, into an evil green scientist.
Then there was Acton Lord, the embodiment of the Corruption Force, and
someone who gave the entirely of Dvandom Force pause. And finally there
was Faq Lord. New on the scene, but already displaying as much power
over Acton Lord as Acton Lord had over Missy.
Which was rather strange, as Faq Lord was the embodiment of the
Corruption Force from another dimension. That wouldn't be more than any
other dimension, would it? Unless that other dimension happened to be
fairly corrupt in the first place, and it was. It was Allen's home
dimension, and the sort of place that made political backstabbing look
like nursery tantrums.
So, that might explain that, but it still didn't give him any
insight into what to do about it.
"You Alt.Riders defeated me before," Faq Lord said, in a hoarse
voice, as if something had smashed his larynx. Actually, Barry thought
gloomily, something had. The rest of his body smashing into it after
having been thrown out of a flight.thingee far above ground. [See _World
Tales Annual #2_ for the details... which would probably be a good idea
to have read for this arc anyway... - Footnote Girl.] "And so I shall
destroy you all."
"What? Even Missy?" Barry asked.
"Especially Missy," Faq Lord spat, before adding, "but
especially you. You who are me in body. You and the other one. Allen."
"You might find it a little tricky to get him," Barry said,
smiling to himself. "He's a bit out of reach at the moment."
"Bah, the barriers of hell do not worry me, just as the barriers
of dimensions no longer concern me." Now that could be worrying.
"Yes," said Acton Lord. "Let's destroy them. Destroy them all!
All the superheroes must die!"
Faq Lord raised a shattered hand, and Acton Lord was jerked
upright, like a puppet on a string. "You are a mere reflection of me,"
Faq Lord rasped. "Do not irritate me, cur, or it will be you I destroy."
"Destruction? Isn't that a bit cliched?" Barry put in.
"It depends on how you see it," Faq Lord returned. "If I take
you over and corrupt your soul, then I have destroyed all that you are."
Faq Lord landed on the ground, having hovered above it before, and
placed a hand on Missy's head.
"That's rather cliched too," Barry said.
"Query: test to destruction?" Missy asked.
"I rather like her," Faq Lord said as an aside to Barry. "Such
an inquiring mind."
"Leave Missy alone," Barry growled.
"Or what? We both know there's nothing you can do to me."
"We'll see about that. Flame!" Barry's suit flashed red, and a
jet of flame roared out towards Faq Lord. But it was blocked. Not by Faq
Lord, but by a green blast from Acton Lord. When the flame hit the
barrier, it withered and died, its essence eaten away from inside and out.
"Just imagine what your corruption would be like. All that
power, for use in ways that would abhor you."
"Yeah, and I bet a part of me still remains, so that I may be
horrified all the more." Please say yes. Otherwise... Barry looked at
Missy with an almost pitying eye.
"Of course not," replied Faq Lord, in his croaking voice. "No,
the corruption is total. And irreversible."
_-~-_
"Rick," Marsha said softly into the dark room. "Talk to me, Rick."
The giggling had died away only moments after it had begun.
After that there had been no more response. But at least they knew now.
Rick was in here with them. Now if only he was on their side...
_Anything more?_ Peter asked in her mind.
_Nothing. Just like before._ Before. They had been arguing
before. Now that was nothing too.
_We could draw him out,_ Peter suggested.
_How?_
_The tomb,_ he said, referring to the sarcophagus in the middle
of the room. _He protected it before. If you try for it again, you'll
get his attention._
_Sounds like something to do,_ thought Marsha, although her tone
was such that it indicated she was willing to consider other options.
None presented themselves.
_Right then. Here I go._ Marsha stood, and snapped the torch
light on, closed her eyes for a moment until they adjusted. She swung
the torch around until the tomb was in sight. There was no point trying
to locate Rick. They had tried that before. Many times before. Nothing.
Marsha strode towards the coffin, but stopped short of actually
touching it. Right now she knew that Rick was watching her. Before when
she'd tried to open the lid, he had attacked her.
"Rick. I want you to listen to me. You know me. Marsha." As she
said her name, there was a faint kind of echo. Marsha, the room whispered.
Marsha swallowed. "Yes. Marsha." She paused, but heard nothing
this time. "I'm your friend. I want to open that lid, and I don't want
you to attack me. Can you do that? Rick? Are you there? Can I touch the
lid? Rick?"
Straining her ears, Marsha listened as hard as she could. Was
there a response? Was no response a response?
_Marsha?_ Marsha jumped. Although it hadn't been said, it
sounded suddenly loud in her mind.
_Not now, Peter,_ she thought back.
Aware of a sensation under her hand, Marsha looked down slowly
to see her hand resting on the lid, where she must have placed it when
Peter startled her.
Marsha looked around quickly, expecting an attack to come at any
moment. Even her heart stopped as she waited. Nothing. Always nothing.
"Rick, I'm going to open the lid now. I take it as a good sign
that you haven't attacked me yet." Again she paused. After a moment, she
gripped the lid, and pulled.
Marsha, the room whispered again. Marsha jumped again, but held
onto the lid. Straining, Marsha lifted the lid. Just a fraction, but she
moved it. And she wasn't attacked.
However, the lid was too heavy to hold, and she had to release
it. There was only a faint crump as the lid settled back down, as if it
hadn't even noticed her effort.
"Rick. That's good, Rick. See, we can still work together. Can I
see you now, Rick? I'd like to see you again, Rick. We're friends,
aren't we? We're friends now. Rick?"
Marsha, the room breathed. Marsha. Marsha.
"Rick? Are you there?"
Marsha.
Marsha became aware of a low vibration, which quickly grew into
a large vibration. Marsha shone the torch around, seeing plaster and
dirt fall from the walls and the ceiling as the room shook. The quake
grew into a sizeable movement, and Marsha could barely stay standing up.
Marsha.
There was a creaking, a cracking, then Marsha felt more than saw
the pillar next to her slowly start tumbling, falling, dropping on her.
"Yaaah!" she screamed, as she threw herself out of the way. The
pillar fell, crashing to the ground, cracking into large pieces, barely
missing her foot.
_What's going on?_ Peter asked.
_Not now!_ Marsha responded, scrambling up. Another violent shock
sent her tumbling, and the torch skittered across the floor out of her
reach.
That seemed to be some kind of signal, as the room calmed down
again. Marsha just lay on the floor, getting her breath back. Was that
Rick who did that? Was he... the whole room? Was that possible?
There was still a sound of falling dirt somewhere in the far
corner. For the first time it occurred to her that she could be buried
alive.
_Er... Peter... do you mind if we change over?_
_Why? What happened?_
_Noth... I'd just like to change over._
_Okay._
Peter looked around. There was some changes here. He spotted the
torch lying some distance away, and crawled over to it. Picking the
torch, Peter spotted something puzzling on the torch cover. Some kind of
strange goo...
Something splattered onto his head. Without looking up, but very
aware of the blackness above him, Peter reached up and scraped some of
it off with his fingers, and looked at it in the torch light. Goo. Green
goo.
Finally, knowing that whatever happened next would not be
pleasant, Peter looked upwards. The torch light glinted off something
bright, and pointy. A sense of dread crept over him as his imagination
filled in the details the torch didn't pick up. Large jaws. A sleek
head. A lithe slithery body. An Alien.
It dropped. Peter threw up his hands to cover his head and-
*flash of green*
_-~-_
*flash of green*
and yelled, screamed, but nothing descended upon him. Slowly,
Peter became aware that he wasn't in darkness, wasn't lying on stone,
but out in the desert, under the baking sun. He uncovered himself and
looked around, squinting his eyes in the glare.
"Peter? You okay?" A pair of hands helped him up, and Peter made
out the form of Barry. He looked at Barry with one eye closed, the
brightness almost painful after his incarceration.
"What's happening?" Peter asked.
"Oh, the usual. Mega-bad villains with enough power to destroy
the earth want to kill us all..."
"I saw Acton Lord here," Peter said.
"Yeah, he is. But he isn't the one to be worried about."
Barry must have seen his surprised expression as he added.
"Yeah, it's this guy." Barry waved his hand towards something, and Peter
turned, getting an impression of black and wrongness of shape. He
blinked his eyes, finally getting them adjusted. "Remember Faq Boy from
Allen's dimension? Well, when we killed the Roster King, the corruption
force that was powering him jumped into Faq Boy. Or Faq Lord, as he's
known now."
"Oh." Well, that summed things up nicely. "What happened to
Missy?"
"She's been taken over," Barry said, in a forced light tone. "I
guess the same happened to Rick?"
Peter spotted Rick, sitting on his haunches by Faq Lord. Like
Missy he was now green. However, he was very little like the man Peter
knew. His form was shifting, from a dog, to the Alien, to a bear, to
something with more blades than a kitchen knife set... The corruption
was screwing his system up royally.
"Well, isn't this a pleasant reunion," Faq Lord wheezed. "We are
gathered here, ladies and gentlemen, to mourn the passing of the people
once known as the Alt.Riders. Their stay on this mortal coil was brief,
but in their time they did good. And this is their just desserts."
Acton Lord snickered at this. "Yeah. Time for some superheroes
to get exactly what's coming to them."
"Query: sudden endurance test?" Missy asked.
Rick agreed as well, although his expression of agreement was
more of a howl than any recognisable speech.
"Wake up," said Faq Lord, raising a hand. "Time to die!"
"Barry, any ideas?" Peter asked Barry out the side of his mouth.
"No, you."
"One. Killfile."
"What?"
"Killfile. Trap him."
"He'll corrupt it."
"Killfile is already corruption of thread. Can't hurt."
Faq Lord hadn't moved during this, but rather seemed to be
listening. And smiling. "Can't hurt," he whispered quietly.
Barry raised his hand, then paused. "My dream..."
"What?" Peter hissed.
"My dream. Allen said to kill him."
"He's right in this case."
"But I-"
"You don't have a choice," Peter snapped. How much longer would
Faq Lord wait?
Barry nodded finally. "THREAD!" he yelled, his suit turning
blue. There was a flash of blue and then-
Everyone stood still, unsure how to react. Where the
Net.Elementalist stood there was now only a patch of empty ground. Peter
put his hand out, and waved in the newly vacated space, as if Barry had
just turned himself invisible.
"Nooo!" Faq Lord howled. "He was supposed to kill me!"
Everyone turned to him.
"All that effort wasted," Faq Lord hissed, more to himself.
"Placing those dreams in his mind. So that he would kill me, and torture
himself over it. He most of all deserved to suffer."
"You were going to let him live?" Acton Lord asked, getting to
the point most concerning him. "You said he would die! All superheroes
would die!"
"Oh shut up," snapped Faq Lord. "I am beginning to regret
releasing you." Turning back to Peter, he continued. "I guess this one
will have to do." Looking at Missy, he said, "Since you have been most
patient, I shall let you have your chance to test him."
Faq Lord raised his hand, and a ball of black energy formed,
writhing and squiring, as if alive. "Pure corruption," Faq Lord
breathed, looking lovingly at it. "Beautiful." The ball bulged and
twisting, shapes forming half-seen, then with a definite purpose. The
thing finally formed into a black, evil-looking gun, slick and shiny.
"The gun, one of the most potent symbols of corruption," Faq
Lord said. "With it, one feels invincible, one has the power to do
anything. And yet it is only with the gun that one has that power. In
the end, it is the gun, not the person, who is in control."
Carefully, he placed the gun into Missy's hands. "Be careful
with that, my dear. Distilled corruption. That has the power to corrupt
even cells themselves. I believe that it will eat up a body, destroy it
from the inside out. But I've never really seen it in action before.
Shall we give it a trial run?"
Missy barely gave the gun a glance. It was a tool, something to
be used to gather more knowledge, and that countered more than anything
else. Any ends, and any means justifying them. Wasn't that what science
really was?
She raised the gun in her pudgy green hands, sighting along the
barrel, until it was centered on Peter's chest.
Peter raised his hands placatingly. "Missy. Don't," was all he
said. Despite her ability to survive being shot, this wasn't a time for
Marsha to be around. Whereas he might be able to quieten the corruption
down, like he did before with Acton Lord's powers.
Hmm... perhaps they did have a bond after all... on the other
hand, this wasn't the time to be thinking about that... on the other
hand, he might not have that much time left to think anythi-
"I hope no-one was going to start without me." The voice cut
threw them all, immediately drawing everyone's attention.
"The final piece," said Faq Lord. "I was so hoping you were
coming."
"Oh, I just hate to disappoint. Peter, nice to see you. Missy,
please put that down, you don't know where it's been. Rick... uhhh...
nice doggy."
"Agent," said Faq Lord. "This I have been looking forward to
immensely. You corrupted. It should be most interesting. Although some
might wonder if there'd be any difference at all."
"Yeah, keep those laughs coming," Agent replied. "Although watch
out, or you might just crack up."
Peter winced. That was about as funny as the hat convention joke
in _Hudson Hawk_.
"Is he mine to take out?" Acton Lord asked, anticipation obvious
in his voice.
"Wait just a moment. I'm sure he has a last ditch save-the-world
trick he has to pull first."
"One moment," Agent said. "Peter, where's Barry."
"Uhh-"
"Never mind, tell me later. Batter up." Taking advantage of his
own created distraction, Agent pulled something out from the folds of
his jacket, which he wore, even in this heat, and bowled it at Faq Lord.
Peter got the impression of something silver, and very
unspottable, but it was too fast to see. A blast of green energy, then
black energy, washed over it, but to no effect.
Despite the speed, the next moments were in slow motion for
Peter. The silver something struck Faq Lord, directly on the forehead.
Faq Lord's head snapped back, the silver object spinning off the side,
out of sight. Faq Lord slowly tumbled backwards, collapsing onto the sand.
Time snapped back into normal speed as Acton Lord screamed, and
put his hands to his head, and sank onto his knees.
Agent and Peter ignored him, racing instead to the side of Faq
Lord. He was unconscious, but still breathing.
"What?" Peter asked.
"The sphere of density."
"*What?*" Peter asked again, slightly incredulous he had heard
correctly.
"The *sphere* of *density*. Later," Agent hissed, reaching out
and taking Faq Lord's pulse. "He's still alive. Somehow we've got to
keep him unconscious."
"How? Hit him again?"
"I don't know," said Agent through gritted teeth. "But-"
Even later, Peter wasn't sure exactly how events went. There was
a shot, Faq Lord's body twitched, then he saw a large hole in Faq Lord's
head.
He and Agent made eye contact, then they both swung around to
see Missy, standing there, with the gun pointed at Faq Lord.
"Query: Corruption effect corruption? Test."
Peter and Agent shared a look again. "Get that gun off her,"
Agent said. Peter nodded, and reached up and pulled the gun from Missy's
grasp. He dropped it immediately, it felt slimy in his hands.
Agent was studying the hole. "Look," he said, pointing.
Around the edges of the hole, there were signs of activity.
Something moving about. A definite impression of consumption.
"Back," Agent said, thrusting out an arm. But Peter had no
inclination to go further. Faq Lord's head collapsed like a deflated
balloon, his insides eaten out by his own manufactured corruption. There
was probably irony in that, and in Missy using Faq Lord's own gun
against him, but Peter decided that was best left to Irony Man to deal
with.
The rest of the body quickly followed, and soon there was
nothing left but an empty skin, and then even that was gone. Peter felt
distinctly ill.
Peter turned away, and so saw Missy and Rick. They were both
lying on the ground, collapsed. Slowly the green was draining away from
them, leaving them their normal colour. And shape.
"Look," Peter said.
Agent glanced over. "Like vampirism, I suppose. Kill the main
source of corruption, and the rest fades away."
Peter frowned at Agent. Corruption didn't work like that in his
experience. "Hey, you get a virus or something, your body over comes
in," Agent said, somewhat defensively. "Just a different form of
corruption, that's all. Anyway, that's three down, one-"
"Gah!" A sound interrupted him, drawing their attention over to
Acton Lord, who was getting to his feet. "No more," he growled. "I'm in
control, and you all die!"
Green energy burst from his hands, but suddenly Acton Lord went
ramrod stiff. He breathed out something not far from a death rattle,
then pitched forwards into the sand.
"What?"
"I don't know," replied Agent, scuttling to Acton Lord's side to
turn him over. "Something happened to him. At least we don't have to
deal with that. We'll just stick him back in the Safe, and let them take
care of him."
"Too easy."
"Maybe. Maybe not," said Agent, chewing on a thumbnail absently.
There was something...
"All right?" Peter's question interrupted his thoughts, and he
turned back to see Peter looking over Missy and Rick.
"They'll be fine. Just like I said, just like getting over the
flu."
"Yet," Peter waved a hand, and Agent turned to see the pyramid
melting and collapsing in on itself like an icecube under hot water.
Further glances revealed the same thing happening to the jeep and the gun.
"You can't compare!" said Agent. "They're inorganic! Just be
glad the comics code mean those two get to keep their clothes."
"He said..." Peter started, indicating the spot where Faq Lord
had been.
"Well, he would hardly say 'this is just a temporary measure,
and they'll be fine once you kill me. Go on then, give it a shot. Kill
me.' Pah. Now, what happened to Barry?"
"Thread," Peter quoted. He threw up his hands "Poof!"
"Thread, poof?" repeated Agent, throwing his hands up as well.
Peter shrugged. Then he put forward a question of his own.
"Sphere? Density?"
"Oh that," said Agent, returning his attention back to the prone
form of Acton Lord. "It's a very dense sphere. Hence 'sphere' of
'density'. Very useful for knocking people out. Generally can't be
stopped."
"Where from?"
"A warehouse. Lots of stuff in there. Christ's crown of thorns.
The Ark of the Covenant. Adam's draedle. Nostrodamus's other
predictions." Agent looked around absently. "Did you see where it went? I
have to give it back."
Peter looked around, and pointed. Agent followed the finger and
ground. There was a depression in the ground. "It sank!"
"Heavy?"
"Of course it's heavy. Needs a J34 to lift it. Oh, I'm not
looking forward to the paperwork on that one." Agent sighed. "Come on.
Let's go call for a pick-up team."
Peter put out an arm as Agent crossed nearby. "What?" Agent
asked, getting impatient.
"Barry." Peter's face was pale. "Alice."
"Oh."
_-~-_
Abby looked over at the two grownups who were "friends". Not that they
were very friendly at the moment. Whatever they were saying was upsetting
mommy. Abby hugged her mother tightly, sharing the anxiety but not
really understanding it.
Alice hugged Abby to her, not noticing Abby's own tight grasp,
not when she had other thoughts on her mind. "He's gone away before
though, hasn't he," said Alice, trying to make her words light. "There
was that time you went to Missy's planet. Never told me about that until
afterwards."
"But, well..." Marsha and Rick shared a look. This wasn't easy.
"Well, then, you see... we were still together. Yes, we were split up on
the planet, but we still knew that that the others were there. We... we
have no idea where Barry is. We don't even know why he disappeared."
"We're sure it's got something to do with his thread powers,"
Rick continued. "But he's tried using them before without this happening."
"Yes, I know," Alice responded, somewhat distantly. "He's
practiced here before. Caused a bit of a mess with his killfiles before
the neighbours started complained." Alice tried to smile, but her heart
wasn't in it. Her heart was some place very distant at this moment.
"But we'll continue looking for him," put in Marsha quickly. "We
wont give up, but it... it might take some time, that's all..."
"We thought you should know," Rick said, a bit lamely.
"Yes, thank you," said Alice, the words coming automatically.
"Is there something I can get you? A cup of..." The words faded as the
emotions started to rise in her.
Marsha and Rick caught each other's eyes, and quickly rose. "No,
that's okay," Marsha said. "We'd better be on our way. We just... we
just."
Rick led the way out, Alice staying behind. They hadn't reached
the transporter yet when Marsha heard the first sob, her face wincing in
sympathy.
"We'll find him," said Rick, taking Marsha's arm companionably.
"I know. I know."
_-~-_
"Is he getting worse?" one of the doctors asked, observing Acton Lord's
room on the closed circuit camera.
"He's more violent now," another responded, her words evidenced
by Acton Lord, restrained though he was in a heavy duty straight jacket,
thumping himself time and again into a nearby wall.
"And, conversely," put in another observer, "he isn't speaking
at all."
"And there's nothing in the report that says what caused this?"
"No. Just 'he fell over'."
"Pah. Typical. They ponce about in their spandex, posturing
about how they save the world, and yet not one of them has any grounding
in basic psychological training."
"Doctor, I think something's happening."
Acton Lord had quietened down, sitting with his back to one of
the walls. He just sat there, quietly, unmoving. Statue like.
"Oh, why couldn't someone have removed that visor. I'd love to
see what his eyes are doing right at this moment."
"Er, that is... unwise. The patient became extremely agitated
the last time someone tried that. She became... well..."
"Oh. Yes. Well. Never mind." The doctor moved closer to the
screen, as if that would enable him to get deeper into the mind of the
person on screen. "Still, it would be fascinating..."
The last time its host was destroyed, it returned to its own dimension
for a new host, but not this time. Here was one that was perfectly
serviceable. There was only a problem of there already being an
inhabiting power.
Acton Lord barely twitched now. Whatever happened was beyond him. There
was only three possible outcomes. Either one force defeated the other.
Or they cancelled each other out. That one was tricky. He wasn't sure if
that option meant his own destruction as well. Not that that was an
entirely displeasing notion at the moment, but there were still so many
superheroes to take care of...
Or there was the third option. The two forces combined,
channeled through one being. Him. Yes, that option would do very
nicely, thank you...
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NEXT ISSUE: Barry's gone! Lost and alone somewhere! Come with us on a
journey and exploration into one man's soul and find out that... on the
other hand, the circus is in town, and the Alt.Riders are the main
attraction!
Credits:
Acton Lord still belongs to Dvandom, who may now be regretting lending
him to me. The others are mine.
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