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This is a closed RP between myself and 4thdslip !
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That damned witch, she had deposed him from his throne and left him to rot in The Constant once again. Max put his spindly arms to work and pushed himself off the ground with a hearty grunt. Small blades of grass flittered down from his hair and came to rest on his legs; his impact had been rather hard and now, with a breath of fresh air in his lungs, the man had a moment to take in his surroundings.
Yep. He was most definitely in The Constant, just as he had thought.
It seemed as though he was going to be left to survive on his own now. At least that was what he thought before he looked up to see another being on the horizon.