The Grand Battle [Game Over!]

Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.

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Eximo set itself down on the island, and put the broomstick in storage. It had no immediate need to sweep, and the crystalline broom would be of little help with that regardless.

It began vacuuming up the sand. There was a lot of it, of course. In fact, there was so much that even to Eximo, with its innate drive to cleanse, the task of clearing it all appeared distressingly tedious.

It scanned some more. Ah. There was a spot which registered as slightly more filthy. It could go there first, vacuuming all the while. Perhaps that would provide some variety.

It set out for its goal. Along the way, for but an instant, its memory seemed oddly blank. As if it had been taken away and suddenly returned.

It also felt a strange sense of satisfaction, as though it had completed a cleansing task much greater than any it had completed before.

It lacked the curiosity to ponder the matter further, and continued vacuuming up sand as it made its way through the wasteland.

SpoilerShow

Eximo was taken to the awards, cleaned up the wreckage of the Thunderdome, and returned to the battle with no memory of those events in the space of this post. This will likely have no relevance to the battle itself.