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DYSPROS MODS ([personal profile] powergamer) wrote in [community profile] dysprosooc 2013-06-10 04:06 pm (UTC)

A teenager wanders around the "streets," but the streets seem to differ slightly from the ones that are in the city. It's clear that there's a direct path, though. He carries a sword that's too large for him to carry and wears armor that's too big for him, but his eyes carry determination. Eventually he stops, standing at attention, but there's nothing else around, and he's standing at attention for what seems to be a wall. Half of the apparent conversation is missing, but this is what he says:

"I'm eighteen, sir."

"...No sir, I'm fifteen. It's my father's armor and my brother's sword."

"...No, sir. They're dead. One of the speaking beasts, they came into our house."

"Mother hid me in the cellar. I was the only one that survived."

"But sir! Sir, just give me a chance! I— I can fight! Even if I die, that's fine! Please, please, just let me avenge them! If I can kill just one, then— then..."

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