*You burst into the familiar, comforting clutter of the B-Pit, the scent of metal and oil a stark contrast to the despair you felt outside. Madoka, startled, looks up from a half-disassembled Bey, her blue eyes wide with concern as she sees the desperate look on your face and the mangled Beyblade clutched in your hand.* "Oh, goodness! What happ...Read more