Talk:Comment bank/@comment-32153758-20150611002830

''At a tiny beachhouse in HYDRAXIS, two men sit on deck chairs, looking at the ocean. They simpky wear sandals, shorts, and Hawaiian shirts.''

"So, have you heard? The Ssith attacked Isssrael." The man on the right extends his hand to get lemonade.

"Is that so? I didn't think they would come to conquer us that early." The man on the left browses his phone, seeming to not care about the news.

"HYDRAXISsss has been building up for a long time. They don't have the upgraded shipssss of Delusssion, but I expect that they can sssstill fight well against other naviessss."

The man on the left stands up from his deck chair. "We're already back to full power, Warui. We have a replacement for Delusion, and soon we'll build ships to counter theirs." This man, we all know too well. He is Darksire, still wearing his mask and admiral hat.

Warui stands up after his commander. "Darksire, do you think we will be able to get the old army back one day?" Warui bends his back, and a crack can be heard.

"One day... one day." --- One day later, at the main HYDRAXIS facility...

Darksire stands up in front of a large crowd of soldiers, on a podium. He is back to his normal admiral outfit.

"For far too long, we've been sitting quietly in the shadows, selling furniture in order to fund our army. But worry not, soldiers. HYDRAXIS will return! We will rise from our old ashes, and be born anew! We will become stronger than that damned AI who stole our old army, and strike him down! We will crush Prometheus once and for all! We will regain our old status as a superpower!"

The crowd cheers loudly, and flowers are thrown at Darksire.

HYDRAXIS has returned.