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Each beckoning word lessons the shadows that shroud the now vigilant figures, their chins raised high to the heavens with pride. Light now fully restored to their world, they stand amonst a beautiful cityscape in white and gold, massive columns holding heavenly structures and statues high to be seen by all as tribute to their great organization and worldview. Each and every one of them stands fitted with the powerful Roma Software, their sum now far greater than that of their original worth. Together, they have built the perfect society. |
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Each beckoning word lessens the shadows that shroud the now vigilant figures, their chins raised high to the heavens with pride. Light now fully restored to their world, they stand amonst a beautiful cityscape in white and gold, massive columns holding heavenly structures and statues high to be seen by all as tribute to their great organization and worldview. Each and every one of them stands fitted with the powerful Roma Software, their sum now far greater than that of their original worth. Together, they have built the perfect society. |
Static fills the screen, slowly fading to utter black. The black fades to a dark grey, revealing the outline of a kangaroo shrouded in darkness, head lowered. The head raises, lights flashing to bright white with a white background to reveal none other than Cornelius, twisted grin plastered across his angular muzzle. A rugged electronic riff awakens from the silence, joined quickly by perfectly timed militaristic drumming. His arm raises rigidly, paw opening outstretched in invitation as his charismatic smile burns on, the brow of his organic eye perking slightly.
Steadily, the seal of the Roma Cycle superimposes his image, which in turn fades to black to feature only the seal itself. It splits in half quickly, the sides and black screen sliding away from one another to reveal a video of beings living in the squalor of Chaos, once-beautiful architecture around them reduced to ruin as they lay admist their own waste. Riot breaks out amongst them until they all begin to clamor for salvation, the figures and landscape fading into silouttes against a smoldering backdrop. One figure stands up amonst the directionless beings, his hand, once grasping emptily in the air for purpose slowly turning to a solid fist. His figure stands out amonst the hunched, lame figures of the others, until slowly one by one, hands that pulled and tore at the fabric of Order take grasp of their future. One by one, they stand side by side, fists raised in determination of bettering themselves.
White words outlined in black flash forth in rapid succession,
"ORDER",
"COMMUNITY",
"KNOWLEDGE",
"DETERMINATION",
"PERFECTION",
"PRIDE",
"SUCCESS".
Each beckoning word lessens the shadows that shroud the now vigilant figures, their chins raised high to the heavens with pride. Light now fully restored to their world, they stand amonst a beautiful cityscape in white and gold, massive columns holding heavenly structures and statues high to be seen by all as tribute to their great organization and worldview. Each and every one of them stands fitted with the powerful Roma Software, their sum now far greater than that of their original worth. Together, they have built the perfect society.