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From: "Chibisnapdragon" sailorjupiter@imaginemail.com (Sailor Chibisnapdragon)
Subject: [OW!] A Moment departed from the Continuity (for those departing from OW!)
Date: 03 Jan 1999 00:00:00 GMT
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She was standing alone.

All alone.

Sailor Chibisnapdragon looked around at the decimation that surrounded
her, and she wondered what it had once been.

Within the smoking rubble, there lie scraps of paper, shreds of cloth,
bits of metal, tiny momuments to a Age gone by.  The blue-haired Otaku
bent slowly at the knees, laying her beaten Mako-doll to one side, to
draw a single piece of untorn paper from the wreckage.

It was a picture.  Carefully done, it depicted a relitively small
group of people.  They stood, a hogepodge group of unlikely warriors,
in their trenchcoats and their fukus, each standing for a cause as
noble as the last.  Scrawled on the wall behind the group, the simple
words Otaku Wars! stood out from the rest.

And Sailor Chibisnapdragon understood.  With her Mako-doll and her
Pixie Spray, she had come to a dying world.  Unintentionally, mind
you, but she had come anyways.  But, it seemed with her very arrival,
the noble Warriors shown in the picture fled.  Those, that is, who
hadn't already fled before she'd gotten there.  The place ahd been
tumbling apart before she ever got to expericence it.

Folding the paper carefully, she tucked it into a secure fold of her
fuku and stood up.  Scanning the scene again, her eyes began to well
with tears.  She hadn't been here long, but she already loved it.  She
couldn't see it die.

And yet, as she turned, there was something peacefully out of place in
this horrid scene.  A small garden remained, untouched by the
destruction.  From her vantage point, she could see that it spelled
out something, a rocksoild comfort made from snapdragons, roses,
carnations and voilets.

Blooming in the smokey dawn, the garden said:  believe.



Sailor Chibisnapdragon  
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