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The scene opens up, in a slight bit of darkness, but still managed to shed just a bit of light. A sparse amount, only able to escape through the small openings of the wall. There was a small, wooden desk, caddy corner off in the far left, where Ebdon set, holding a pin in his grasp, of his left hand. Patiently tapping the side of it, against the top. Thinking to himself, the courser on his lab top blinking before him, but still came up empty. Thoughts weren't the only thing that he had a lack of, be he could no longer feel like himself, for reasons only known inside of his own mind. For the last days on end, for almost a week, but inside his mind, would seem to be almost a year, and that year would seem to grow into a decade. But all of the time inside of his mind, was probably getting to him. The time he thought finally came, that he would realize, that he was really going insane...But it really didn't matter, not that much anyways. So many thoughts were wondering around his pool of thoughts, not just about his writing, but also about the new career he took fancy of, in the last year. It started with a minor obsession, but then he decided to apply himself to go into the sport, and take part of it. Was he successful? It didn't matter, all that he needed was a hobby, that was worth while, that took just enough of his time, that wouldn't let his mind wonder. Allow anything to take his mind, to not make enough time to let himself go insane.
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"The Innovater of Silence" Chris Ebdon: "Power hasn't came to power, if that doesn't exactly make sense yet, then it will become quiet clear. Because you see, I and a few fellow team mates, will make our view, known. People like Emperor Ben, and White Tiger, choose to ignore suck 'Petey' threats, thinking that it's empty. We're not kidding, and we're not a joke. People need to learn to take things more seriously, and realize, that is in front of them, before it happens, before they can take grasp of what happens. We will come to power, maybe not now, not a week from now, or even a month from now, but the time will come, for Anarchy to slowly arise from the most least exposed, and assert its own to the front of the line. Power will be moved from the hands of our friend Ben, and I look forward to more and most likely, being Leon who tries to do this first. He won't fail. People who believe that all the power being in one person, is wrong."

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Chris now stands, removing the glasses from his face. The glasses within them selves, were older looking. Thick lenses, and they were very dirty, from his time in setting in the same place, being so constant, in a state of thought, that the glasses started to collect dust, almost start to grow something. But it wasn't a sign of anything weird, or a sign of anything weak, or of anything bad. But Ebdon, was a person who liked to think. Think of many things, of what he would like to see happen for himself. As weird as that sounds, he did such things. Anything that came to his mind, that he would like to see, he applied his mind to it, and then tried his best to make it so. He wanted to write a successful story, that would be read by thousands, but instead, he had a multiple host of books, read by Millions, perhaps Billions.
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