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Hero of Democracy
Join Date: Mar 2012
Location: far from the ocean
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Paedrig Adams had strange dreams that night. Actually, it was something of a horrible dream, but something about it stopped short of being a nightmare. The images were horrible, but they didn't seem aimed at him. They just were. It was somewhere between a War Film and a horror film, not just in feel, but in content. Shells went off in a war-torn wasteland, seemingly uselessly. corpses walked across the lines, torn by bullets but unfazed. Men died in horrible ways, and then their corpses were destroyed.
Relatively close and Relatively safe, men stayed in grey barracks, spending their time between shifts. In mysterious buildings, men worked on strange projects, working among the occult. And yet, somehow, the dream wasn't a nightmare .... Paedrig woke up on an empty street in a dingy city, completely naked. Smog covered the sky, and a shadow fell on him. The shadow of a black hooded figure, completely out of place in the city. "really? the world's cleanest bum? well, mysteries upon mysteries."
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