: Hey, you must be kidding! Thatís only a fake right? No! No itís not! This is
: a waking dream, being both asleep and really in the future wide awake at
: once so this is real for me! My nightmare has finally come to pass: the
: mirthful laughter of KAP can still be heard but itís now turned to malice.
: Bright red, yellow and orange flames matching the hair and fur colors of
: KAP herself and Cheetara 2011 tear across my field of vision and every
: single surface on the station and outside, even gasses and the vacuum
: Endless blood and gibs plaster the walls in my vision, though these and the
: fire may not show up in my photographs and angry black shadows flicker
: among the flames, some eating already burning people lost in space,
: dimensions of other worlds colliding into this one. Whatever has happened,
: the ultrareality is now the reality and itís being consumed alive by
: living fire. Worse, this fire is sentient: a now mostly unshaped,
: destroying life form of light and plasma, still taking the form of Hathor,
: AKA the Battleroid of KAP and still looking like the girl I once knew and
: still miss terribly in whatever and all realities that have me
: experiencing this all via a piece of software. All this time, HATHOR
: was the Wírkncacnter trigger and considering whatís happening and how I
: always saw her old human self KAP as holding the messianic title of the
: Lion Goddess, HATHOR AND BY EXTENTION KAP HERSELF ARE HONOU NO SAIYAKU:
: THE FLAMES OF DISASTER, SEKHMET!
Your year-old baggage with your ex combined with tundercats and weabooisms is pushing it already, but please, for the love of the master emerald, don't let Sonic 2006 touch Marathon with a 10.5 foot pole.