UPDATE: Good news everyone...I am going to be continuing this story...three years later from the events so far in a new story called "Project STRIKE" - check my profile for the first chapter which is up...Here's a small sneak peak of one the events to come...
Richard found himself in a battle ravaged desolate wasteland, he looked around the buildings were cracked and damaged around him. Corpses of the dead were scattered all around him as stood in the middle of all the destruction. The smell of rotten flesh consumed his nostrils as sandstorm blew around him; his eyes went hazy since he was blinded by the sand whipping around him. After the sandstorm subsided Richard eyed a mesmerizing pool of water which almost glittered in the sunlight. Richard's mouth was dry, he wanted...no...Needed that water to quench his thirst. He ran towards the pool of water, when he finally reached the pool of water it vanished. Richard found himself staring in disbelief at the large dusty combat boots before him. Richard rolled backwards and stood up.
The stranger wore a black hooded robe, black jeans and a belt which had a skull. The stranger was tall and thin although the slight bulge in his now raised arms seemed to suggest that he was slightly muscular.
"You're really not real...this whole place isn't real!" Richard shouted angrily.
"Why are you complaining...after all you caused this destruction." The man replied calmly as his hands glowed bright yellow.
"Remember you caused this hell on earth...all the bloodshed...death...poverty ...all of that is on YOUR hands...Lights out!" the hooded man said as he released an energy blast towards Richard's head.
Everything blacked out.
Stay tuned to Project STRIKE for more...