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Furthermore, for [http://life-is-strange.wikia.com/wiki/Maxine_Caulfield future] insight, I know the story is totally just an orgy of all my favorite characters from media. Yes, I do regret making <span style="color:#FF7878">Max</span> & <span style="color:#85B0BE">Chloe</span> the main focus. No, it will not be getting any better, I have to see it through for you'll-find-out reasons. In fact, the next five battles whenever they happen will be featuring a decent population of obscure character's I'm fond of, so I'm gonna start making rap meanings and those little bio things I did for Helena vs Powell soon so it's not as easy to get lost in the obscurity. Scrapped lyrics as well, hopefully. Anyways, enough rambling, enjoy the Mid-Season Finale. I need a break.
Furthermore, for [http://life-is-strange.wikia.com/wiki/Maxine_Caulfield future] insight, I know the story is totally just an orgy of all my favorite characters from media. Yes, I do regret making <span style="color:#FF7878">Max</span> & <span style="color:#85B0BE">Chloe</span> the main focus. No, it will not be getting any better, I have to see it through for you'll-find-out reasons. In fact, the next five battles whenever they happen will be featuring a decent population of obscure character's I'm fond of, so I'm gonna start making rap meanings and those little bio things I did for Helena vs Powell soon so it's not as easy to get lost in the obscurity. Scrapped lyrics as well, hopefully. Anyways, enough rambling, enjoy the Mid-Season Finale. I need a break.
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==Prologue==
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In the complete darkness of the room, it would be easy to forget the apocalypse currently occurring outside. Beyond the hatch, giant monsters, the walking undead and countless other miscellaneous freaks and murderers ran rampant, leveling cities and sending society back to the stone age. But in the blackness of the room, only lit by a dim lantern and a few candles, silence reigned supreme, only occasionally broken by the sound of a spoon hitting the bottom of a bowl. The darkness of the room was so prominent, in fact, that one would not be able to tell how many faces were hiding under it’s cover - but the true number was too many to count.
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<span style="color:#FF7878">Max</span> sat in this enveloping darkness, only comforted by the lamp that sat in front of her. To her left was her best friend, <span style="color:#85B0BE">Chloe</span>, whom she could barely see despite being directly in front of her, and to her right sat the main holder of the survivor group they had found. In their following of the coordinates they had received, the two came across a young group of kids who hitched a ride and delivered them directions to the secret underground safe-space. Though they had an end goal to strive for, the duo decided that sheltering would be for the best, as they had no food or water and were low on gas.
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The survivor leader looked as fearsome as the apocalypse itself; dirty blonde hair and piercing black eyes, she watched the two with an unbreakable stare of concentrated distrust. She wore a long, black dress with an assortment of weird tools, like wooden stakes and stone crosses, hanging off of a thick belt. As a part of the seemingly million questions they had to go through to enter, <span style="color:#FF7878">Max</span> had accidentally mentioned their mission to find this location the text message they received spoke of and, when further probed, admitted it’s possible ties to saving the world. While she had assumed the leader would shrug it off as nonsense, she seemed to have taken a great interest in it.
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The clanking of the spoon to the bottom of the bowl marked that <span style="color:#FF7878">Max</span> had finished with her cold tomato soup. As she raised her mouth to say thank you, the leader quickly cut her off.
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<span style="color:#FF4646">“This location you mentioned. You think this is gonna save everyone?”</span>
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<span style="color:#FF7878">“Um... “ Max</span> fumbled for words in surprise, <span style="color:#FF7878">“It’s… possible?”</span>
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<span style="color:#FF4646">“Yes or no?”</span> The leader inquired further, leaning back and crossing her arms.
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<span style="color:#FF7878">“Half-yes. But, uh, half-no.”</span>
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<span style="color:#FF4646">“Alright, here’s a better question. Is there a chance?”</span> She asked, raising an eyebrow.
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<span style="color:#FF7878">“No. Yes. Maybe. Sure.” Max</span> responded, changing her answer four times after seeing the responding facial expressions.
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<span style="color:#FF4646">“And this place you’re trying to get to… how much further is it?”</span>
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<span style="color:#85B0BE">“Not much. A full tank of gas should get us there.” Chloe</span> chimed in, placing her bowl on the floor.
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The leader let silence overtake the room again. The plentiful pairs of eyeballs all seemed to be staring back down at <span style="color:#FF7878">Max</span>, who returned the glance to none of them as she kept herself focused on the floor to try and avoid the attention.
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After what seemed like forever, but was probably only a minute or so, the leader spoke up again. <span style="color:#FF4646">“We have the resources to get you there, if you think you can tell us how.”</span>
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As she was awaiting an inevitable “fuck no,” this response came as both a surprise and a delight to <span style="color:#FF7878">Max</span> & <span style="color:#85B0BE">Chloe</span>, who shot a glance at one another to make sure they had heard the same statement. The crowd became slightly rustled as obvious whispers were exchanged.
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<span style="color:#6EFF6E">“Hold it!”</span> A grim voice called out from amongst the mass. The leader’s eyes directed straight towards the origin of the outcry. Stepping from the darkness was a grizzly bearded man, wearing a hat and a five star badge. <span style="color:#6EFF6E">“Who elected you leader of this outfit?”</span>
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<span style="color:#FF0000">“She’s a Slayer.”</span> Another voice called out from behind the blonde leader, this time from a paler man dressed in all black. <span style="color:#FF0000">“I say she knows best.”</span>
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<span style="color:#008000">“And we’re to just abandon all our supplies then?”</span> Spoke up another figure in the crowd, this time a man dressed in all camouflage. <span style="color:#008000">“You’re asking for some kinda fuckin’ suicide mission! For a cause we don’t even know if viable!”</span>
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More arguing ensued as multiple separate figures stood out of the crowd, obviously taking sides between the now-standing leader and this grizzly sheriff.
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<span style="color:#6EFF6E">“You’ve gone too far this time, Buffy.”</span>
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<span style="color:#FF4646">“Or, you’re just boring as hell, Rick.”</span>
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<span style="color:#85B0BE">“what is happening.”</span>
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==Beat==
==Beat==
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...BATTLES OF HORROR!
...BATTLES OF HORROR!
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==Epilogue==
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The entire room had grown a lot livelier with the huge mass of slayers, hunters and busters arguing left and right with no clear ending to the nonsense in sight. Voices from all across the bunker shouted out differing opinions such as <span style="color:#FFD700">“Following two teenagers to an unclear destination with all our supplies is stupid!”</span> to <span style="color:#626262">“We have to take the chance if it means saving the world!”</span> to <span style="color:#008000">“Where the fuck is Frank?”</span>
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However, even amidst the seemingly endless debate, silence quickly took back over as <span style="color:#FF4646">Buffy</span> slammed her hand down on a table, glaring at the equally peeved <span style="color:#6EFF6E">Rick</span> on the other side. The entire room fell back to the same state it was in, and the entire population of the underground seemed to be holding their breath.
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<span style="color:#FF4646">“If you won’t come with us, then we’ll compromise.”</span> She offered, <span style="color:#FF4646">“I’ll go with them alone. You guys can stay down here with as many supplies as we still have.”</span> <span style="color:#6EFF6E">Rick</span> remained silent in response, only nodding his head and backing up. <span style="color:#FF4646">“We’re taking enough supplies to last the three of us, though.”</span>
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<span style="color:#6EFF6E">Rick</span> slid the keys to the hatch across the table. <span style="color:#6EFF6E">“Fair enough. Stay safe out there, though. The world needs more ‘Slayers’ than corpses.”</span>
==Outro==
==Outro==