The ground shook. The skies blackened blackened and churned, bringing forth a crimson hue. Charcoal trees rose above them; no, not trees, but arms and hands that twitched and writhed.
They knew nothing of what had befallen them. A world which made no sense and refuses to be tamed. A world which seemed to even rebel against its masters. A world where there seemed to be no escape.
All that came to them was an urging voice. Only one will be free. The other will be sacrificed.
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Handyman
You are nature's force, and by her hand you control the land and the skies. You are its embodiment, and your task comes one and only as that of the executioner. There is one question that you have to answer. In the end, who is to fall?
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The deadline comes in three weeks. Everything from here and now, is to your interpretation. When you are done, send them my way, and be judged accordingly.