PROLOGUE
I sighed a long, devious sigh as the squad headed out throughout Onan~ The city of all Transits, on the "squid like" continent of Lumaria. My squad was heading west- To one of the abandoned factories owned by the ancient kings~ the Aurixls. The scene was dark~ almost ghostlike~ as we passed through the twists and turns. " Yo Marx~ Whats the time?" One of my co-workers asked me. My eyes fell to my wrist, then I replied, "Ten 'till two."
I almost imploded with anger at that comment. First, Marx was not my name. My name was Marxasi the III, a D.D. Sydnicate leader, ready to impose terror in so many unimanigable ways. Two, he was a lesser rank and wasnt allowed to talk.
And with that thought, the sky imploded with an inferno of bullets, and everything blacked out from there......
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The Judgment of Regal
Secretly, I don't have secrets.
Eventually, I'll rip your beating heart from its sad mantle. heart
Eventually, I'll rip your beating heart from its sad mantle. heart
--Arkydan-- King of Kings-- The Infinitely Burning King of Flames
Happily watching the games.
[Now remember kids, he who dies with the most toys is dead.]
[Now remember kids, he who dies with the most toys is dead.]