Standing in a dark space, Peter watched as two symbols erged from nothingness.
One had a cog-like centre with six spokes, designed to be close to arrows in imagery, poking out from the edges of said cog. The pri colour was a deep crimson on the background of pitch black space, glowing ominously with promised malice. Above this symbol read: 'Sith Empire'.
The symbol next to it was a stylized depiction of a bird rising up in the air, wings spread. Said 'bird' was rising its head upwards to reach for a star in the centre of the symbol. Sa as the other symbol, there was words hovering above this one as well... Galactic Republic.
Between these two symbols was a floating book, opened, with two different pages. On each of these pages was the na of the said faction and a base description of the factions themselves.
Reading this book, Peter found himself siding with the Republic, their morals much more integral to their actions and intensely positive... If the words in the book were true. He didn't like the Sith too much due to their 'evil' sounding nature. Thus, he took his arm; the only thing he could feel in the space, and tapped the Republic symbol.
*ZOOOOOM*
Light exploded into his vision as feeling was returned to his entire body. Space breezed by in white flashes and vibrant explosions before he suddenly erged inside of a comfortable room. Inside this room were windows that showed the exterior armada of the republic, fighters flying past at neck-breaking speeds. Cannons fired off, lasers blasting into a distant planet as implosions rained in the distance.
"Whoa! This is so realistic!" He looked around the room and found it very difficult to tell the difference between this room and reality. Feeling the soles of his feet pressing into the soft carpet he breathed in, getting faint scents of cordite and other war-ti chemicals.
This was when he noted the ergence of a streaming button, placed on the back of his right hand. Knowing he couldn't resist his fate now that he had told Ned he was intending to join in on streaming... He tapped the button and exhaled.
"Calm down Peter... You can do this..."
A beep resounded as Twitch suddenly received several streams in quick succession, on their front page. Once again their control over the main page was stolen, manipulated for the aims of helping whoever owned a ga nad Star Wars The Old Republic. Thousands of people, tens of thousands, began to flood into each of these streams as people began to clamour about the outrageous nature of what they were seeing.
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