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Cheats deactivated-
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CHAT OPEN

NetherBalance: Balance I found a relic that was in Brines possession.

Balance: Study it and make sure no one touches it.

NetherBalance: Alright.

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ItzLava: Energy I need to finish my chores so can you get off me?

EnergyBalance: No.

Lava looked at the being before him tall, lanky, horrifying, and sighed Energy was always clingy sometimes it made Lava uncomfortable.

Box watched the interaction his eyes reflected concern as they always did whenever he was in physical contact with a Balancer.

Lava shifted slightly as well as Box both felt an odd sense of unease suddenly.

Energy looked concerned at Lavas anxiety and rubbed his head against his neck purring in attempt to calm the player.

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CHAT OPEN

ItzLava whispered to BoxcarAssassin: What was that?

BoxcarAssassin whispers to ItzLava: I don't know, be careful...


CHAT C̷̡̛̛̯̦̺̙̆̅̈́̿̊̔͛͗̂͗̈́͘͠͝ͅĻ̷̧̞͙̼̪̫̞͇̜̦̘͈̗̗̰̘̮͙͍͕̳͍̩̯̜̉͐̏̉̈̾̿̌̎̈́́̔̈̒̒̐̅͂̀̏͛̀̈́͘̕͜͜͠Ȍ̵̧̙̳̖̙̱̺͉̩͓̱̭̣̹̜̟͓̠̫͖͚̙̂̈́͌͊͑̀̌́̉̈́̓̑̾̏͒͆͒̎̕̚͠s̷̯̮̪̭͓̬͚̭̖̼̦͈̼̪͉͛͊͐͋͂̓̅͗͂͐̀͒͛̿̍͌̎͛̕͘͘͜͠ͅĘ̸̲̳̘̠͖̖͕̦͙͇̺̬͈̹͕̺̲̤̄̿͋̍̅̐̆́̓̾͒̀͌̎͌̅̏͌͗̐̚͘͘͝͝d̴̮̼͓͓̰̄͆̈́̆͊̄͌͂̐́̍̔͑͗͗͒̃̔̈́͊̃̎̍̇͊͘͘͜͠͝

ERrOr

fiLe CoRUpTED

Ḙ̶̯̰̩͓̳͕̟̠̼̼̹̳̯̪́̄̅̓̊͌͐̌̓͜͝ŗ̵̝͇̹̼͖̣̟̭͔̗͎͉̞̘̀̈́̒̎̌̃̋͛͛̎̽̆̆͐͘͘͠Ṛ̵̮̹̞̰̯̗̍̀͜ọ̶͇̳͚̭͂͛̇̋̃̑̀̈́͂̾͆̾͊̂͝r̷̨̛̬̬̠͔̼̞̱͈̬̘̺̬̺͎̮̄̃͗̀͑́͊͋̆̉̈́̕ ̴̡̝̳̜̭͚͕̦̼͉̟̟̐̈́̓̿

CLoSInG WOrLd

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Static played on the monitor being replaced later by a glitched screen

'Lava' sighed as his game crashed his conscious returning to reality.

'Box' sat beside 'Lava' seeming to be going through a series of emotion
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