Do ́yo̸u̧ d̡a̡re t͠o cli̵c͟k ҉upón ͏the ͠im̶a̵ge͘ a͢nd d̡e̛l̨ìver̷ y̛ou͏r͜ pr͜a̸is̶e ͢unto Ḩim҉? Sonic found himself in a familiar place. Green Hill Zone, as he remembered it from his past. A force compelled him to move forward through this zone, and during his travels he encountered many a familiar foe and obstacle. Something was alas not right. It was almost as if a faint s̢͟t̢a̴t͞ìc̡̀ sound resonated within Sonic’s very skull, never leaving him, never letting him enjoy the serene sounds of South Island. He reached Eggman, ever ready with that familiar ball and chain weapon, and a battle as old as time itself began. After landing a few hits, Sonic was paralyzed when the s̢͟t̢a̴t͞ìc̡̀ din sharply rose in volume, sending him stumbling forward. He turned around and looked up, and it was at that point that the words sounded all around him...
JOHN CENA
