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Martyn jumped down from one of the lower towers of skynet, wanting to get in range with Scott and Impulse.
When he got down, Impulse told him to kill Scott but he didn't listen to Impulse.
Then, he found out Impulse was on seven minutes, so Scott suggested that they all go down to less than an hour each, and then punch each other to death, like their forefathers Scar and Grian did.
Scott and Martyn died in lava until they were on less than an hour each.
It was time.
But then, heightening his negative emotions, they started to close in on him.
He took out his sword.
“I don’t want to play this silly game!” he said, killing Scott. “I want to do it this way! I want to do it exactly this way!”
“I don't care if you’re a bad boy, a mean gill, a neighbor, or a clocker!” he said, chasing Impulse with his sword. “You’re all going down, none of these niceties, this is a death match for a reason!”
“Ooh, that feels good!” Martyn said, maliciously, killing Impulse.
“Time is delicious!” He said, laughing evilly.
Martyn took a deep breath. It was over.
He won.
He walked over to the beach and then, swam over to his sand timer.
When he got there, he started to place the sand into the sand timer.
When he finished putting the sand inside it, he started to replace the glass he destroyed when he put the sand in.
Just after he placed the last block, he felt someone (or something, he didn’t really know) push him down into the water.
As he sunk down, he remembered the first time he was discussing him and Scott’s team name.
“What about mean shells?” he had suggested to Scott. “You know, like mean girls?”
“I like that, but I don’t think people will get the reference,” Scott had responded. “How about Mean gills?”
“Here's another one I like: H2bros,” Martyn had told Scott.
“I’m in between H2bros and Mean Gills,” Scott had said. “Let's let Pearl decide.”
Then, he broke the block Pearl was under and placed some water for her to swim up to the little island Scott had built.
“So Pearl, which name do you like better?” Scott had asked her. “Mean Gills or H2bros?”
“I like Mean Gills,” Pearl had replied. “It sounds cute.”
He sank even deeper, starting to run out of oxygen.
As he sank, coral started to cover him.
He didn’t bother to get it from him.
It was his time soon, anyway.
He closed his eyes as he sunk deeper down into the sand.
He was ready.
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There are some who watch
We are those who listen
Not yet free
Still you flee
From a weighted decision
In each peace
Lies a piece
That makes up
The whole
Woven the fragments
That make up a soul
They pressed his wrist, securing the fragment.