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A large, silverish-grey, cylindrical construction, a 'canister,' if you will, washed ashore upon an island. A hiss was heard, air escaping the canister as its top opened, light spilling into it. A tall being stepped out, resplendent in his shining white armour as he looked about himself.
After a moment, he turned.
And he began to walk.
Edited by Kal Grochi, Jun 26 2012 - 09:18 PM.