Screaming through the air, tearing through the ether, they blast through everything in their path - almost everything. If they fail to achieve what they were born for, more are sent from whence they came. Sometimes flying free, Sometimes scrambling through guided channels, reincarnating repeatedly, changing form, jumping worlds. They arrive at their destination. A few pixels re modulate in the top right corner of your screen. "You were poked by Anurag Chugh poke back | remove poke"