So it turns out the civilians, or at least a large percentage of them, have escaped. Due to some 'resistance' that's been sitting around on their laurels all these years, waiting for me to turn up again. That part's a little flattering, really ( Read more... )

Things have gotten busy for Sloth the second he was returned to his normal age. Busy with what, most of Neopia is already aware of, what with the sudden, violent retaking of the Space Station they stole from him roughly eight years ago ( Read more... )

Sloth didn't get very far after making his rushed exit from talking with Brody. His head kept swimming, and he kept hearing things. But not actual hearing; like there were thoughts that were floating through the air, and then slipping themselves inside of his brain. Causing him to read memories or thinking in tandem with a complete stranger ( Read more... )

After the noisy, zoo-like quality of the Nexus, the silent, dark expanse of space makes for a soothing contrast. Dr. Sloth stands at the wide display window looking out at said final frontier that's situated at the back of his office ( Read more... )

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please enter password: [**********_]

verifying. . . .

verification successful. welcome, dr. sloth. please enter which process/program/file to run.

[documentation//worlds//planar dimensions or other_]

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