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DarkSlayer84
Notes and Disclaimer: Mortal Kombat and everything related to it belongs to Midway Ent. Ltd. and Ed Boon. I'm not making any money from this and just having fun; lawsuits suck. Alterations and original concepts, where they appear, are mine. Be kind, rewind. Winners don't do drugs. And if you're still reading this, stop.
#01 - Blend
With the helmet over his face, he's just another guard--until his nose begins to itch.
#02 - Stain
The bandages dried the color of rust, the same as the pallet beneath him, and when he stood the pain was so bad he nearly considered retirement.
#03 - Island
The trees hiss and sway, and the air stinks of salt, and all this talk of tourneys is giving him a headache; he bows to the sorcerer and waits for his orders.
#04 - Apple
He knows it's inedible, just from the smell, but it's such a rich color, and so smooth and soft in his hand.
#05 - Paper
It's always worst when it's blank; he never knows what to put.