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Kill The Spiders To Save The Butterflies
Chapter 1 The Sky
To any normal person it's just another glorious day. The sun's shining with twice its normal intensity, and yet the temperature is cool enough to be comfortable. The sky is a perfect crystalline blue. Hardly a patch of cloud anywhere. It is as if you could plunge your hand into the endless blue and feel ripples around it.
Despite the normal dry climate on the desert planet it seems humid. Not so humid to be uncomfortable however, it is just right. Maybe it would do something to benefit later that hardly ever happens here. Perhaps it will rain. What an sight that would be.
In the dusty town of Jeneora Rock a lone, shadowed figure emerges from the town. He had been there reloading his bullet supply. Even if one tends not to use them, one should always be prepared. Protection is a major factor on this planet, for the desert can be a dangerous place. Bullets are a need for those who wish to stay alive. A paradox, yes, bullets are normally associated with death. However, they seem to be the only means of protection anymore. Sad.
The shadowed figure continues walking on, seemingly in no particular direction. He lets his feet and his instincts guide him wherever he goes. Walking around aimlessly, only wishing for peace.
He is tall, with blonde spiky hair. This man wears a long red coat and a body suit with many buckles, straps, and zippers. He has donned boots, gloves, and sunglasses. Every inch of his body is clothed except for a few of his fingers on his right hand and his head. The sunglasses are tinted yellow and possess a zig-zag shape to the legs. Just glimpsing his face, you would assume the age of 24. He looks the picture of innocents.
What could this man be doing? Why is this story following such a man? He does not seem like a threat, just a regular, harmless passerby. Well, perhaps not regular, but he seems harmless enough.
Would you think the same way if it were said that he has a $$60,000,000,000 double dollar bounty on his head? How about that he is suspected in class G weapon damage? Can you believe that he obliterated the third city known as July over 23 years ago? All of this and more follow him, yet he does not even remember it.
So you start thinking, if he is that dangerous we should get away from him. Run, run for your life, if you get too close he'll shoot your head clear off your shoulders. No, you are incorrect again. This wasn't his fault, he didn't mean for it to happen. He attempted everything within his power to avoid it. This man may have annihilated the city, but managed not to kill a single person in the blast.
How confusing, he has such terrible power and yet appears so innocent. It confuses everyone who meets him, but it is true. He is such an odd man, so kind, so good, and so innocent. Yet of all the creatures on the planet, he has one of the most painful origins.
He looks to the sky and remembers… A crystalline blue sky, so deep, it is as if you could plunge hand into it and feel ripples around it…
Kill The Spiders To Save The Butterflies
Chapter 1 The Sky
To any normal person it's just another glorious day. The sun's shining with twice its normal intensity, and yet the temperature is cool enough to be comfortable. The sky is a perfect crystalline blue. Hardly a patch of cloud anywhere. It is as if you could plunge your hand into the endless blue and feel ripples around it.
Despite the normal dry climate on the desert planet it seems humid. Not so humid to be uncomfortable however, it is just right. Maybe it would do something to benefit later that hardly ever happens here. Perhaps it will rain. What an sight that would be.
In the dusty town of Jeneora Rock a lone, shadowed figure emerges from the town. He had been there reloading his bullet supply. Even if one tends not to use them, one should always be prepared. Protection is a major factor on this planet, for the desert can be a dangerous place. Bullets are a need for those who wish to stay alive. A paradox, yes, bullets are normally associated with death. However, they seem to be the only means of protection anymore. Sad.
The shadowed figure continues walking on, seemingly in no particular direction. He lets his feet and his instincts guide him wherever he goes. Walking around aimlessly, only wishing for peace.
He is tall, with blonde spiky hair. This man wears a long red coat and a body suit with many buckles, straps, and zippers. He has donned boots, gloves, and sunglasses. Every inch of his body is clothed except for a few of his fingers on his right hand and his head. The sunglasses are tinted yellow and possess a zig-zag shape to the legs. Just glimpsing his face, you would assume the age of 24. He looks the picture of innocents.
What could this man be doing? Why is this story following such a man? He does not seem like a threat, just a regular, harmless passerby. Well, perhaps not regular, but he seems harmless enough.
Would you think the same way if it were said that he has a $$60,000,000,000 double dollar bounty on his head? How about that he is suspected in class G weapon damage? Can you believe that he obliterated the third city known as July over 23 years ago? All of this and more follow him, yet he does not even remember it.
So you start thinking, if he is that dangerous we should get away from him. Run, run for your life, if you get too close he'll shoot your head clear off your shoulders. No, you are incorrect again. This wasn't his fault, he didn't mean for it to happen. He attempted everything within his power to avoid it. This man may have annihilated the city, but managed not to kill a single person in the blast.
How confusing, he has such terrible power and yet appears so innocent. It confuses everyone who meets him, but it is true. He is such an odd man, so kind, so good, and so innocent. Yet of all the creatures on the planet, he has one of the most painful origins.
He looks to the sky and remembers… A crystalline blue sky, so deep, it is as if you could plunge hand into it and feel ripples around it…