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　　PreludeThere was once a legend or perhaps a myth, about the time when man was yet born as there were only gods and demons. The gods, out of boredom decided to create twenty-five specimens using a deviant technique in mixing the blood of the demons together with that of the gods. The results weren't as expected, all twenty-five of them looked so imperfect with only a single right wing with hair of a raven and eyes of the silver moon. Abandoned by both the gods and demons, they weren't fit to be angels and yet not evil enough to be with the demons.When the demons decided to stop playing by the rules and started the invasion, the gods tossed their twenty-five projects into the front-line in the clash. Unlike the gods and demons, the Projects possessed no such power; the only power they possessed was their innate combat ability in mastering vast range of weapons. The war stretched over a century long, by the time the war ended eight of them had perished in battle and the others were tossed aside once again by the gods.Angered by such treatment, they revoked and done the unthinkable by creating a weapon that could even slay the gods. A single member stood to the challenge and drawn the sword, to avenge her fallen siblings. The gist of it was to lost her only wing when she drawn it, but she never hesitated losing the last thing that made her an imperfect creation of the gods. She slewed a handful of them before they caught her and imprisoned her in the Mountain of Darkness (Yami Mountain) and chained her up huge sword as it had become a part of her after taken her wing.Her keeper,timberland scarpe, a God of Darkness himself, never took part in the whole mess taken the like of her ever burning desire for justice that he took the others in and out of the gods' wrath over her actions. Among them was a another Project that was responsible for creating such devastated weapon,hogan interactive donna, a smithy of the group with a vast knowledge in crafting that even the Blacksmith God was no match for her in skills and knowledge. She snuck into the gods' home and destroyed the sword completely,christian louboutin prive, that action alone given her younger sibling backs her lost wing.But after that, her wing was the color of darkness as a proof of her sins for slaying the gods,Ray.Ban Olympian, her hair become the color of the silver moon as her eyes become a deep sapphire shade. So Aida of Darkness decided to call them the Mysti instead of Projects, he thought that they deserved it as a few of them still held a lot of mysteries to them than any of the gods ever know of their true potential. The Weapon-Smith Mysti and the other Mysti had proven that to him, and Aida wouldn't doubt that they could destroy the world if they wished to and he have no intention of letting it happen and taught them about peace and harmony as they live their with him.But that was just an old story, as we all know that there's no such thing as demons or gods. Those were just made up stories people used to tell around the campfire for entertainment purposes, or some insane men decided to belief in such rubbish tale about such nonsense. It's just not plausible,vendita scarpe mbt, and not even in the least logical way and it was proven that there's no weapon ever even existed in any kind of scripture throughout the history of mankind since the start of their existence.Topics related articles：

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Prelude: The Hunt

By crazedfanatic

It was another evening in the days of a desolated land. Mellowed rays splashed across the landscape, illuminating the shells of ruined buildings, hollowed out and empty. Winds blew a miserable cacophony throughout the wreckage. It was the very depiction of devastation.

It was August 30, 20XX. The anniversary of the transcontinental war that devastated city after city. Stronghold after stronghold. Nation after nation.

"Pull out! They're coming."

After the war, many of the survivors refused to submit to the new, authoritarian government. Rather, they chose to live free in the wastelands, where they would- occasionally- be free of the clutches of the state. There were times where they could not escape by simply running, however. There were times they had to fight back. Retaliate. Drive the invaders off their lands.

"Ready the machine guns! This one is big."

It wasn't that hard, after all. Weapons and ammunition were easily procured off the decaying leftovers of the war. The soldiers. The pawns. It was hard getting used to at first, wrenching the guns off those dead, rotting bodies. But necessity was necessity, and they made do.

Several all-terrain jeeps pulled into the vicinity of the ruined building, holding platoons of SMCU (Special Malevolence Containment Unit) officers. Elite, trained, but nevertheless still human in the literal meaning of the word.

The defenders were renegades, yes. They refused to submit to the government. Why live in comfort and decadence when you weren't in control of your life? They had freedom, and they were very much as willing to sacrifice their life than lose hold of the very essence that constituted it.

"This is Lieutenant James Anderson of the SCRU," the megaphone mounted on the jeep blared. "Surrender and make this as painless as possible."

There were moments of silence before a response came.

"You know what we think of your city?" an enraged shout rang throughout the ruin building. "You scumfucks can go to hell!"

Several trails of smoke streaked out from the building, slamming accurately and indiscriminately into the SMCU armored vehicles. Almost immediately, fortified machine gun positions located around the ruins opened up on the SCRU, pummeling them into retreat.

"Pull out for now,cheap oakley, make 'em think they've won," the lieutenant scowled within the safety of his vehicle. "We send it in."

Of course, when the survivors saw the imposing black jeeps go into reverse they raised their weapons in cheer. They had drove them off again, this time without any casualties on their side. Their hard work had paid off. It was a small victory, but a victory nevertheless; they could rest assured that it would be a long time before any of the SMCU hardheads would bother them again.

So they thought.

"Trouble, trouble!" a shout rang out from the back door to the building. Hurriedly,comprar mbt, the survivors pooled around it, worried. Was there another attack, this time from behind?

"What is it? What is it?" they chorused.

The door creaked open and a ragged man stepped inside hurriedly. Blood flecked his face and clothes, and he looked freaked, tense. His teeth chattered as he spoke.

"There's n-no time, we have to prepare now, they've sent in-"

There was a loud gunshot and the insides of his skull splattered across the other survivors.

"-me,puma outlet," a distorted,botas timberland, metallic voice growled out. It was a distinctive humanoid covered head-to-toe in an obsidian armored suit. The massive weapon- it looked like a gun- the humanoid carried in its hands was steaming from the barrel. Its face showed no emotion under the faceplate as it brought its weapon to bear yet another time.

"Shoot it, shoot it, shoot it!" they yelled as one, launching a volley of red-hot lead at the lone person. Seemingly possessing agility far beyond normal human capabilities, it sprung backwards seven feet into the air and far out of the wall of metal that came screaming out the doorway.

"Predictable," it remarked. "Too predictable."

And then it shouldered the weapon and unhooked the underslung grenade launcher. There was a soft ka-thunk, and the shell sank into the doorway.

Then a bright, orange fireball engulfed the lower floor of the building. The blast drowned out the screams of the inhabitants as they roasted to their death in the napalm-induced explosion. And again, there was no twitch, no smirk as the black figure landed deftly on its feet, no sense of accomplishment. It was all simply routine, practiced and carried out for months.

The humanoid leapt through the smoke and into the ruined building, the thermal sensors embedded in the face plate easily and mercilessly identifying heat signatures emitted from the human body. There was no hesitation, no mercy as it plowed through the remaining survivors. No prisoners were taken. They wanted to run from the state and this was what they deserved.

It was scarcely minutes before the black-suited figure emerged from the apartment,scarpe air max 2010, looking none the worse for wear.

"Mission accomplished, lieutenant." it spoke as it brushed past the commander. "See to it that you don't require my services next time."

The officer bit back his retort. Unlike the renegades, he knew the full capabilities of what this person could and would do. It wasn't worth it.

"Yes, major," he muttered, trying to keep the hostility out of his voice.

The figure hopped onto the small vehicle it had arrived in, an equally black state-of-the-art gyrocycle. The engines roared to life.

"Okay men, we're leaving for the city," the lieutenant yelled out, clearly miffed at the situation. As one, the SMCU roared off to the north,ray ban men, leaving behind yet another smoking wreck of a stronghold.
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