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Date Posted: 13:01:00 09/02/02 Mon
Author: History
Subject: If we do not learn from history, we are doomed to repeat it.

The Manches.

It all started with one�a diminuative, rat-tailed scavenger.

"Ooh! Theah's some lovely filth ova' 'ere!"

From a mad chase for a simple "sorry," came an entire race. Roughly twice the size of their predecessor, the first went on to avenge him. The next came to kill that avenger. After that a new leader rose to power, choosing as his vessel the avenger. Two unwilling brothers were cast into exile, much to a zealous mystery Manches' sadistic glee. Bonds were made, and the Pit was replaced twofold.

But the first lived again. His previous purpose fulfilled, there was no true reason for him, aside from a discarded plotline. This gap cleared his sight. He knew what truly went on in the SPUniverse.

So he fought back. He was no pawn.

But Sohn of Belial is.

And history will design a twisted homage.

The light dimmed. There lay Sohn, twitching and groaning while covered in a sinister aura. His eye bulged out. His flesh rippled. The familiar screams of pain returned as the sloppy disguise tore.

Sohn was growing. The elongated head. The alarmingly massive teeth. Tentacles lined with spikes, tipped with curved claws. If not for the red cloud surrounding him, a Nullspace-traveling woman would surely think it was her seemingly unstoppable hunter of old. This "DimenSohn" was the perfect pawn.

A bloodcurdling roar boomed throughout the relay station as he hit his head on the celing. It wasn't made for behemoth Manches. With a growl, he slid his hands down diagonally...and they were gone. Himself. The DimenScion. Walter. Kathryn.

All gone.

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