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In the beginning...
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A Destiny discovered...
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A new sound...
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Early in his educational career it was said of Quikzit that parking was not his strong point.

"The illudium Q-36 explosive space modulator! That creature has stolen the space modulator!"

On his less temperate day Quiksit's thoughts might run as such:

"Hermaphrodite lizards are people too.... no... wait... gendered pink squishy things are lizards too...

Fuck it, they are different, I'm gonna kill em all and loot their corpses."

Quiksit's first attempt to get a job and blend in with human society ended badly due to a misunderstanding at the company's Social Club Lasertag Night.

There were still a number of wanted posters up... Quiksit sometimes wonders what would happen to the man who's face he had borrowed if they ever caught up with him. Vaguely he hoped the man had a very good alibi.

Vibro was a bitch.

She's not sure how it turned out that way, but it sat comfortably enough.

Vibro was a bitch. But at least she wasn't a cunt.

There was something that nagged at the back of his mind, it almost whispered in his ear, "Quiksit a clever lizard could fix what is broken in the human race".

Not so long ago ....

The hammer came smashing down, the ring finger on Vibro's left hand bore the brunt of the blow as it flattened out under the impact, threatening to burst like a grape. Vibro watched on in an almost detached fascinated horror, waiting for the intense pain she knew would quickly be upon her. Vibro had never experienced true physical torture before, pain inflicted for no purpose other than to gather information. Merciless, repetitive and relentless. In truth it had only been 30 minutes but for Vibro time had distorted wildly, a lifetime had passed.

The pain hit unmeasurable moments later. It didn't wash over her, it didn't build up and then explode, none of the stereotypes fit. One moment it wasn't there, and then it was. An avenging angel, calling in on all her unpaid debts. Occupying her entirity, nothing else mattered, nothing else existed.

The initial shock passed and Vibro's senses returned.

"Have we had enough yet?" The voice was somehow distant. The words forced.

Vibro didn't know why that particular voice. A bikie she had run afoul with, who had taken offense at some imagined slight, maybe even simply at her very existence. He was dead now.

The lump hammer in Vibro's right hand began to move again. The short journey towards her prisrine left ring finger ending abruptly, and with the same effect as the countless previous times. Impact. Pain. Awakening.

Since her epipheny in the penthouse suite of the Akwasasne Mohawke Casino, Vibro had been exploring the extent of her power. Her fingers showed no signs of the devastation that had been dealt to them. If it wasnt for the pain, the relentless, mother fucking, son-of-a-bitch, cunt of a god forsaken, devil loving agony that tore through her very soul, the ecstacy of her revelation would have been overwhelming.
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Oh no... my lizard teen angst bullshit has a body count.

Vibrating every molecule in her body to the point of it no longer having a substantive form or mass was relatively simple.

Keeping her clothes on in the process was not so easy.

Quicksit thumbed through the old High School Yearbook... there was a picture of Crossfire smiling out at him, under the picture were the words:

Captain of the Greco-Roman Wrestling Team
Captain of the Synchronized Swimming Squad