Moonless
Context
Erro...r...r....r... Error...
System... Ma... malfunction...
Hacker had been neutralized
Administration... Administration
Breaking rule and protocol
Administrates new procedure
Entering administration status
Congratulations administration
System protocol initiated
The player set had been decided
The end... The end... The end...
The End
Status compiled...
The End
Conducting Initiated.
1
[Initiated Protocol A4-77H1]
They built a foundation, but it was not enough.
It's pre-determined lives.
Humans capabilities are *Tenuous*, always weak, always clumsy, and ending.
Well some of them are just too weak or too strong for their own good.
It was a bitter truth of what they are. Everlastingly of what made them fragile and weak yet hopeful and refine.
Yet to the unknown. They let our guards down.
They give up a holy relic for a chance to the heavenly paradise.
A once crusaders biblical teaching of God's will and promise.
To a never end far lands of Israel. What could go wrong?
Humans pre-determined fate, give themselves no chance for redemption, and instead fall more deeper in the unknown.
They themselves urge their own demise. Arrogance to the will foretold and once then, made way for their sins to fracture, and they themselves conducted what had fluke the world upside down.
From the ashen and bethel of its former nature.
2
[-METRO SHELTER BUILDINGS-]
Gorge
"Move out of the fucking way *running off*!"
Gorge
"Shit... *Stumbled*..."
Gorge
"Are you def!? *Shoving off...*"
Two men headed east, carried three heavy huge armor, weighing around 3-4 kg, made of metallic of the strongest ore. Two which are also equipped with stallion made rifle lasers.
Gorge found himself hiking through the trenches of the said caliber street, highways in fact, connected by layers of walkways enough to make it a civilian crosswalk.
Through the tight street, he pushed forward, but Gorge was getting abruptly imposed by the said men.
Gorge
"*Hissing heavily* Shit this is bad. I'm out of bullets, and tactile cartridges... *complains*"
Gorge reached out for his pocket. Tacking away any useful resources at his disposal.
Running out of options, he looked between the two mercenaries from left and right.
Turning to his left until he clutches a device, holding it, as he clenches, feeling the texture of the device on his palm.
It's a rather impressive design. Rounded shape yet, the device felt idly light. The shape looks like a hemisphere, but the weight felt like a feather.
Gorge
"*Clenched* No, I'd rather call her than use this."
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