[i]I entered the Dojo courtyard, still unnerved by my dreams from a few nights ago. My footsteps went unheard, as the clashing of swords and the abrupt cracks of gunfire echoed across the courtyard. This was a place of Fighting. A haven for those who wished to spend their time becoming the best warriors they could. Anyone who did anything worthwhile? Chances are they spent time here. It's reputation was one that was well-earned. The people that lived here deserved to live here, and those that fought here could proudly say they were among the most elite group of experts of combat in the history of the universe. Or was it universes? It was hard to keep track. Regardless, I continued my trek. Dodging arrows here and there, until I realized I had wandered away from the New Dojo, and into the old Dojo's residences. It was comprised of small cabins organized neatly in rows. Time had taken their toll on these relics. I passed names like Alonfé. There was one that was I was hardly able to read that stated UltimateRobber was the resident of one particular cabin that looked charred and decrepit. I passed Missouri's cabin, with the door wide open. Nothing remained in that old place. All of them were empty, really. Nothing but memories were held in this place. I looked back behind me, towards the new dojo. I had taken a kill from the fighting. I thought myself to be too old to partake in that particular activity. However, I now found myself changing my mind. Maybe I was able to fight. I teleported backto the main courtyard, almost immediately having to dodge another arrow. I was home. This place, this beautiful planet, would remain to be such. [/i]