Because Anon said to move the story.
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>>/blue/9782 Sorry Cthulu. ******************************************
[x] Heart of Iron
A wave of sharp pain engulfs you as the metallic object leaps at you and disappears under your chitin. For a brief moment, a titanic torrent of visions flashes through your head. Mantises fighting each other, mantises screaming, mantises ramming each other in large rolling boxes, mantises standing triumphant atop battlefields, all surround you in a vortex of color before sucking you out of the darkness and depositing you back into the real world.
You realize that your transcendent experience must have taken sometime, as the giant is no longer carrying your cage through the forest. Instead, the cage is resting on the top of a wooden platform in a dark corner of what appears to be another giant-dwelling, this one filled with mountains of strange objects. The red-white which had trapped you is now communicating with another giant, one with a loose hide of black and sky blue and strange clear glass pieces in front of its eyes.
“S̙̙͎̭͇̳̪͒̕o̩̲͔ͪ̏͂̿̒̌̚ ̵̨̟̟̰̋ͩ̕K͕̜͙͎͔̋̉̀̂oͦ̔̋̓͐̍̑̅̾̕҉̺͔̹͈̦̲ụ̗̺̘̲̯̇́ͯr̶͖̙̲̫̬̦̙ͩͪͣͯͤ́ǐ͔̩̘͓̙̭̂ͣͬͪ̎̑̓͘͢
͝n̢̳̳͐̽ͭͥͭ̅̃̚,̨̲̳̣͎͙̯͙̋ͭ͊ ͉̘̞̟͚͉̺̺ͨ̓̎ͪ̄̀͘h͇̫̗͙̰̮̾̊̓̓͐͠ò͑̔ͬ̏̓̈́̕͏̯̣̱w̴͖̙͙̖̠̹̅̂͒͂͋́̚'̮̺̖̤̍̄s̛̮͇͎̝͚̊́̊̿͗̑́
͞ ̴̰̟̅͊ͧ̋b͂̓͊̈́̓ͪ͟͡҉̹̰ȕ̵̩͎͖̹̼̹̘͋ṣ̶͚̳̺̻͈̯ͧ̀i͇̳͎̙͇͙̝̎̈́͝n̪͈̻̩͗̐̐͊̈́͒̆̐e̙͔͉̪̳̋͌́͝?
"s̥̖͇ͯ̀̀̎͡s̟̪̥̲̮̠͍̐ͨ̽̽̈̐̃͡ ̗͔͇̃̔ͅͅl̖̞̘̬̦̹̙̓͐̃̌̚̕͢ͅą͖̘͗ͬ̍͝t̺͔͈̯̑́̅͆̔e̘̎̌͂͝l̶̛̞̥̙̖̦̙̉̍̾y͂ͪ̓̈͏̰̯?̟͓̠̹͐ͮ́͘the red-white growls in its sinister tongue. You are no sure what it means, but it invokes a sense of dread, as if something horrible was about to befall you.
The black-blue replies,“S͆̓҉͇̳̹̖͇͚̲l̶̶̳͉̥̭̘͍̣̥ͧ̀ͯ̿́̀̇̋̓͡ö͙̘̦́͑ͬ̋̚̕ẁ͈̖̰̳͈͕̀,̞̣̮̺̠͉̤̏͐̔͒͆ͣ̒̉ͩ̀̕ ̵̱̟̳̓̿͐͗̄̒a̾̆̐͒͌͗̅̊͐͏̞͙̲͓̫̦͙̳s̛̲̘͖̆̑̽͗ͫͬ͠ ̶̛̪ͣͪͯ͗u̸̠̬̻̻̟͉͕͍̤ͪ͂ͩ̕s͉͚̥͒͐̾̏͆̀û͋ͥ͐͠͏̦̻̦̦̹a̽̈́҉͎̘̬̦̗̮̻͔l̷̲̰͋̐̏̅̐̓̾̽̀.̷̸̡̙̻̙̞?
?̫̒ͤ” It seems to affirm what the red-white is inquiring, which is likely its desire to devour you.
The sense of danger does not send you into a panic; instead, for a burning courage radiating from your new heart has now replaced your survival instinct. Instead of the antiquated fight-flight response, a determined song rings out from inside your head, a song of higher virtues above and beyond the normal existence of a mantis.
No longer do the bars seem to be an invulnerable barrier. Bracing your against the wooden bars of the cage, you begin to gnaw away at them, ignoring the chipping of bone and the excruciating pain of overexerting your jaw muscles. Eventually, right as you feel the pain might overcome you, the bar snaps, and you ram yourself against it, breaking it out and sending you tumbling to the ground.
The giants notice you, but instead of running away in a random direction, you dash towards them, conscious that cowardice right now would only mean recapture and a life trapped in more prisons such as the one you just broke out from. They try to block you with their bodies, but you, being nimbler than they are, dash between their legs and jump up the long wooden platform the black-blue giant was sitting behind.
A single pillar of fat sits on the platform, topped by a small fire. Fire, the roaring monster without a form which occasionally ravages parts of the forest, destroying trees and turning mantises into piles of ash. The giants seem to have control over it, as you have witnessed before. Right now however, you can hear it begging for your aid, as it is hungry, and wishes to feed upon the pile of what appears to be large white leaves scattered across the platform.
The giants have turned around and are bearing down on you, moving slowly as if to draw you into a sense of complacency. You have little time, and the trapped beast on the pillar seems to be your only hope for escape.
[ ] UNLEASH THE BEAST!
[ ] NO YOU FOOL YOU’LL KILL US ALL!
Shit sorry guys I lost your votes fixing the link
