[b][u]Desert Problems[/u][/b] [i]Byoki Desert, 22:21[/i] Mark-54 had escaped the burning Dojoville. He dragged his boots through the sand, as they barely managed to stay above the surface of sand as it tried to eat him. The cruel South wind reduced his visibility to less than a mile. His bright blue cloak was faded and torn. Scracthes in the grew paint of the little amount of armor plating he had. The chill of the night only made the wind howl worse. How much longer could he traverse this sandstorm? The question lingered silently through the wires that held his consciousness behind the two cases of metal: The casing of of metal that was him, and his helmet. His helmet's HUD was set to track heat signatures as he trudged through the desert. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]