The Council of the Fallen

The robot-lady unsticks you from the ground by cutting the tape with her hands.

"You've proved so much trouble that I cannot simple kill you, you will now be sentenced by the Council of the Fallen," he says.

"I've proved trouble?" you ask her. "All I've done is fight back against you, naturally, and not gotten peeled because you clearly aren't strong enough. How is that trouble?"

"Silence!" she yells, and grabs your arm. "We leave now!" With that, you both fly out the window. The sun shines brightly in your face. You hadn't really seen it in years. You kind of enjoyed it shining on your face. The robot-lady flies you over your old town, and you miss the good old days.

Out of nowhere, you both drop down quickly onto the roof of the old courthouse for your town.

"It's judgement day!" she says, and lets go of your arm.

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