The Machine Under the Island | Late Afternoon/Early Evening | Sunday | August 8
With every success, there had to be a price to pay. Amazingly, the Fandomites that had been flung far and wide were back. The pieces of the device, the very things that had caused this mess, had brought them back.
Unfortunately, that was not the end of it. The island was still creaking, still dying and there was still one more thing to do before celebrations could begin. The device had to be repaired. That was not going to be an easy task. Monsters were rampant on the island now, roaming freely and wanting to attack anything or anyone that got into their paths.
Most of the island was gone. All that existed was blackness, nothingness. Too much longer and the island would be completely gone along with all of its occupants. The strike team was up to bat now. It was their turn to go see the device and to try and make the necessary repairs without becoming the victims of the monsters or the island itself.
Good luck.
Unfortunately, that was not the end of it. The island was still creaking, still dying and there was still one more thing to do before celebrations could begin. The device had to be repaired. That was not going to be an easy task. Monsters were rampant on the island now, roaming freely and wanting to attack anything or anyone that got into their paths.
Most of the island was gone. All that existed was blackness, nothingness. Too much longer and the island would be completely gone along with all of its occupants. The strike team was up to bat now. It was their turn to go see the device and to try and make the necessary repairs without becoming the victims of the monsters or the island itself.
Good luck.