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 * Here's a nice story for you, fresh from my twisted world.

~Scratch, the wolf

'''As commonly known, Bionoxide is a rare black poision. When found, it is always in big numbers. If touched, it cannot be removed. It spreads through the ground, turning soil or sand brown, and all water black. If touched directly, one will become ill. If touched, there is a 2% chance the victim will survive. Here's one of those 2%.'''

Scratch
A small black wolf trotted sadly through the forest. He, however, was resuced by a little girl named Luciel Bionoxide, the great great grandaughter of Dr.Bionoxide, the 'creator' of Poision Bionoxide. She was about eight years old, with brown, curly pigtails held up by pink ribbions. She wore a cute plaid skirt with a white polo shirt, dress code of her school. She was a sweet girl, caring for everything except herself. Whenver she found Scratch, he had bright green eyes, and big pupils. Soon, Scratch grew too old to keep. He was released, and soon after found a Bionoxide storage plant. He broke inside, dazzling at the gleaming black Poision. To honor Luciel, he took a barrel of the Poision, and slurped some up. Then, he cut into the side and let it slowly drip onto his smiling face.

Radioactive
He laughed. "HA HA HA!" His devilish smile was stuck on his face, along with his now growing red eyes. The Bionoxide had sunk into his body, along with concealing his brain. His pupils shrunk into slits, and he could't ever go back now. Ever. 'Luciel,' He'd hear in his mind, his only sanity wishing to find her. "Heah." He'd cough out. "Luciel? I'll GET yyyou, Luciel." He would ocassionally say, always rolling the Y. He IS out there, I know it. I've seen him. He lurks in the shadows and corners of The Land Of Dismal L. Nobody knows what the L stands for.