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=Fracture 6=
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>Every day had the chance to be a good or a bad day with Schizophrenia.
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>On good days, you might only hear a little bit of the others, either due to distraction or them just not being active.
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>On bad days, they'd be like needles in your brain by disagreeing with each other.
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>Today was one such day.
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>And on the worst topic.
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>:Spelling it with a U is stupid!:
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>+Spelling it with a U is correct!+
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>:Color!:
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>+Colour!+
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>It had been like this ever since you left Appleoosa.
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>Having to listen to those two argue while clinging to the side of a train for a few hundred miles was your new definition of hell.
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>It wasn't all bad though, it gave you and Red something to agree on.
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>Yes, you named your split personalities.
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>Not the most healthy of things to do, but you weren't the picture of mental health these days.
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>:Next you'll be spelling armor with a U!:
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>+It's the correct way of-+
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>IF THE BOTH OF YOU DON'T SHUT UP, I SWEAR I'LL THROW US OFF A ROOF.
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>Green and Blue both quiet down and recede to their corners of your mind, leaving Red and you in the forefront.
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>When it rains...
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>You spot a pair of patrolling guards from the corner of your eye and duck into an alley to avoid them.
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>*Wait until they pass, then slit their necks.*
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>We're trying to get in and out of the city quietly.
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>*The ensuing panic would allow us to slip in and out.*
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>No.
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>Red growls in your head, he had always favored more direct methods.
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>You turn and head out the alley on the other side, making a beeline for the familiar garage off the main road.
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>You peer inside the garage and spy two heavy cream colored stallions with peppermint manes looking into a giant car.
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>They, like you, were arguing with one another.
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>"Flim, I told you to tighten the induction line!"
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>"I did that! It's just that your ridiculous idea of a "super fuel" rattles the line to pieces every time!"
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>"It gets us three times as far for the same amount of fuel!"
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>"And it almost kills us by making the car explode!"
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>You knock your fist against the frame of the door twice. [spoiler][/spoiler] "Nice to see you two are getting along."
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>The Flim Flam Brothers turn their heads so fast towards the sound of your voice you can hear the wind break.
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>Once they catch sight of you, the color seems to drain from their faces simultaneously, an embarrassed shade of red coming through.
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>You roll your eyes, are these two prats STILL hung up on that?
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>The brothers glance at each other and compose themselves. "What are you doing here, Anon?" Flim asks.
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>You stroll into the garage up to the boys, your weapons hidden under your sun poncho.
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"Came to pick up that special item I talked about in my letter."
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>Flim and Flam served as your engineers, something that this job needed.
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>Flam sighs heavily. "Two days to prepare a bag of bombs is not exactly a lot, Anon."
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>"Not to mention that we're not too keen on getting involved with...whatever you have planned!" Flim says.
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"Do I have to get you both drunk again?"
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>The brother's mouths snap shut and they hang their heads a bit.
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"No, really, it was fine. Hell, it was fun! I couldn't pick out who was who the entire night."
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>Flim and Flam's eyes dart between you and each other.
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"Hey, at least you both learned a bit about yourselves, and it's not like you did anything THAT terrib-"
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>The sound of the front door opening cuts your story short.
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>Flim and Flam both look confused. "We're closed...there shouldn't be any customers."
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>The hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
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"Stay here..."
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>You inch your way to the door where the sound came from.
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>You peek through and spot a white stallion in dark grey armor examining the room.
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>"Flim Flam brothers! You are under suspicion of harboring a fugitive from the law! Show yourselves and this will go smoothly!"
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>:Damn:
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>You glance back at the two of them, they were either pacing around the room or had their hoof on their head panicking.
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>*Must have tailed us*
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>You unhook a hatchet from your belt and inch closer to the doorway.
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>Once the stallion turns his back to the door, you strike.
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>You grab his snout and bury the hatchet into the front of his neck before he can react.
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>At the same time, you lift him by his head and throw him to the floor behind the counter.
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>You cover his mouth as the blood seeps from his neck and his eyes go dark.
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>Flim and Flam are quick to run in and examine the noise, their faces contorting into both shock and horror at the sight of the dead guard.
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>"Anon, what did you do!?" Flim shouts. While Flam just mumbles out "This is bad" over and over.
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>You get up from the ground and move to the window while Flim takes your place at the corpse.
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>"You bucking idiot! You just killed the guard!"
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"I killed -a- guard."
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>Flim is still angry. "What?" he shouts.
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"There are more outside."
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>At least twenty guards were taking up positions outside the garage, a sergeant barking orders to them.
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>This complicates things.
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>+We need to initiate a tactical withdrawal+
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>*Go out there and do the same as you did to this schmuck*
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>The guards start spreading out around the garage.
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>+Not viable, they have numbers and armor+
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>Anything?
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>+We need to escape, fast+
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>You glance back to the panicking brothers.
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>Fast...
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>The engine revs to life as Flam finishes gassing it up and hops on.
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>"Are you sure about this, Anon?" he shouts.
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"No."
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>You put the pedal to the floor on the Cider Squeezy and smash through the wooden doors of the garage.
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>Most of the guards jump back and out of the way from the screaming Cider-mobile now barreling down the road.
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>Most. Good thing this had a plow.
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>Flim and Flam hang on for dear life behind and next to you as you steer this metal monstrosity.
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>Ponies in the street follow the guards examples and dive out of the way.
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>In the mirror, you see several pegusi rapidly closing in on you.
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>Dammit!
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>:Take em out!:
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>+We're moving too fast, the wind will carry the throwing knives away.+
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>:Shake 'em!:
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>You veer to a street on the left and careen straight into the open air market.
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>The mayhem intensifies as wood is splintered and thrown into the air.
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>To your chagrin, the guards still follow through your path of destruction.
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"Dammit! Don't these guys take hints?"
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>You steer back onto the main road and gun it towards the bridge out of town.
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>Your hand dives into the satchel bag and pull out a belt of explosives.
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>:Good ol' FF Btothers! Always making spares!:
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>You prime the detonator and set the timer for five seconds as you near the bridge.
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>The pegusi behind you are still gaining on your, mere feet from the car now.
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>Once you pass over the middle of the bridge, you throw the bomb over the side and press the pedal so hard it might as well pass through the floor.
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>You hold Flim and Flam down with one hand as you count down in your head.
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"HANG ON!"
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>The bomb explodes, sending the car holding the three of you tumbling into the air.
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>Your head is ringing.
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>Dammit...
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>Sound off!
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>:HAHA! YEAH!:
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>*THAT'LL SHOW 'EM!*
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>:DAMN STRAIGHT!:
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>You swear you feel your personalities high five.
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>+Where are we?+
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>You look around the scene.
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>Before you rested the remains of the Super Cider Squeezy 6000 after it had been thrown through the air. Flim and Flam were a few feet from you rubbing their heads. The bombs were still in their bag around your wrist.
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>Behind you was what was once a bridge, now just a ruin with a mushroom cloud going up from the center.
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>Pegusi were flying through the air over the cloud, already on rescue and recovery duty no doubt.
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>*That ought to distract them*
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>You climb to your feet and grab the bag at your feet.
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"You two should leave, they'll be searching for you after they're done."
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>You start walking and drop a large bag of bits at their feet.
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>Flim is the first to regain himself. "Anon, you dolt! You've ruined us!"
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>Flam just sits in the dirt. "The car...the garage..."
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"Complications arose, be glad you're escaping."
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>Flim and Flam become rapidly shrinking sounds in the distance.
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>"And what do we do NOW, Anon!?"
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>You stop and glance back at them.
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"Get away. Head as far away from here as you can and hope they don't notice you."
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>"WHERE!?" he all but cries.
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>You start walking towards your job.
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"Somewhere, anywhere, I don't care."
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