Fire.
It was everywhere. All was aflame. Across the world, bolts of light rained down, destroying all they touched. Only one building on the face of the planet remained unharmed... "The Tower of Babel".
That is the future.
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He had an overall slender build. 3 belts were wrapped around his waist, and two around his left arm. He walked slowly down the set of stairs, extremely damaged by recent battling, with his cape draped around his body. Concealed beneath this garment were 4 rings, each on a finger of his right hand. One of them was acquired just a few minutes ago.
Without warning, a soldier jumped from behind a pile of debris and slashed at the intruder with his blade... the cape-wearer expertly drew a scythe and parried the attack - he then sent a wave of dark energies through his left hand into the soldier, sending him flying into a nearby stone wall. Laughing, the intruder continued down the steps.
Exiting through a gaping hole in the wall, he looked back at the castle from which he had just left. It would take a while to fix. Laughing, he walked though the nearby town until he stopped to look at a poster that caught his eye...
"Wanted, Dead or Alive:
Macabre the Demon-Born
for Acts of Anarchy and of Heathenism.
Bring his body as well as his 3 rings to the State Prison for reward."
He laughed maniacly, and ripped the poster off the wall from which it hung. "So, they've resorted to this, have they? 'Demon-Born'. I like that. I suppose that's what they're calling me now." Taking a piece of charcoal from his pockets, Macabre crossed out the number "3" and wrote in "4". "Just a small update."
He took his right hand out from underneath his cape and examined his rings. "co, es, la, and pa...all that remains is the py character ring. Then shall this world be bathed in ruin!" He laughed insanely, then shouted out "Someone! Stop my quest! Show me
pain!"
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Can the future be changed? It's all up to you.
Edited by: Just Damn Evil at: 12/9/02 9:17:54 pm