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The smell of torched metal floods the blood-stained dirt as well as random arcs of lightning bound around in a crazed dance.
A battlefield with countless destroyed mechs with a single person standing lone with a blue glowing unrealistically large sword resting on his shoulders.
His long black hair moves in the wind as if it was married to its existence, his dark blue eyes glowering at the destruction below him as he himself its father and warden, the tattered cloak and shredded pants bleeding into the darkness becoming one with the night, the pale white of his skin a beacon in the eternal black.
He turns around his hair moving with him on the wind "hmmph, I tried warning you fools, you shouldn't toy with a god." he snorts to the bodies of the defeated.
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A young man wakes in a sleeping city drenched in sweat as if he had just taken a shower. "that dream, again." he sighs to the night.
"I've had that same dream for the past four months its getting to be a bit much." he groans as he gets out of his disheveled bed.
He goes out into the main room of his decent studio apartment the best a top-lower class worker can buy and pours himself a stiff drink from the cupboard. He hears a vibration on the other side of the room he finds the source of the sound being his phone on the counter, it shows the name Simon.
He answers "Hey Bubbas what's up?" a deep voice tinged with youth answers back. "Not much bro, you got time for a drink I'm 21 today, lets celebrate."
He looks at the clock its only 11:30 sure why not I got time to blow I'm off today and tomorrow. He responds "sure I'll be there in 30 if I think your at my normal bar."
The voice on the other end laughs. "Yeah it is, cant wait to see you Ren its been so many years now. we can finally knock back a couple of rounds."
Ren chuckles "Yeah, it has been a long time. When I get there better be ready for a hangover boy.".
He ends the call and throws on a white t-shirt, some faded black denim jeans, and a pair of old beaten up chucks. He goes into his tiny bathroom looks in the mirror at his crazy blonde hair and fixes it, his startling blue eyes looking back at him.
He grabs his keys and heads out to his old sports car parked outside by the curb. "Gotta love hand me downs." he says to himself as he gets into it. I really love these old leather seats, brings back old memories he thinks to himself.
The bar he arrives at is a rather rowdy bar with cheap liquor and even cheaper beer. Out front is a tall, meaty man with dyed blonde hair and wearing a black graphic tee and blue denim jeans and a pair of sneakers.
The man turns to the car with a smile so big you would think he was offered gold instead of his brother. "Ren your way uglier than I remember." he laughs loudly.
"Runs in the family or couldn't you tell." Ren retorts back jokingly. he walks across the street and hugs his brother. "So I assume drinks are on me." he smiles as he walks inside.
