Prologue

[benosmash]

It's been one hundred years. One hundred long... Hard... Years. The dark-skinned man sits upon a small boulder on the crest of a hill, overlooking a small forest and the game within. It's about time. he thinks, reflecting on his time spent in a foreign plane of existence. If he's still alive, He's going to have that much torment to pay for. And I

Comments

[aggedor]

Interesting start.

[benosmash]

It's okay. It's not the story with the stuff that we talked about though.