[b]Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap, Dojo Woods.[/b] [spoiler]I'm going to do something a bit different. A first person post.[/spoiler] [i]I was back at this asylum once more, not for a social call however. Each day I had spent in New Haven I heard a voice nagging at the back of my head...."Go back." "Go back to them, Sam." I didn't know who it was referring to, I certainly have no friends. Anyone I knew probably wanted to kill me or not see me anymore here, thus I was left alone. Olivia surely hated my guts for just leaving her to fend for herself, I ought to ask her for that sheathe back if I can. I somewhat forgot about her, though each time I peered into my journal I was reminded of my past once more. My red greatcoat billowed in the winds of the forest, leaves rustling in the trees as made my stroll. I was around 6'2 last time I checked, had a healthy muscular physique that matched my height. I wore a blood-red greatcoat with a black trim along with a similarly black utility belt filled with all sorts of gadgets and whatnot. Clipped on my left was the high-frequency blade I had owned for about a decade and a half, the blade molded after a ninjatō. On my right was the carbon scimitar I had looted from that half-dragon freak, Caye. As vengeance for permanently crippling Olivia. I was apparently a Caucasian according to Old Earth terminology, belonging somewhere in either a place called Europe or America. Though my dialect had leaned towards British. I had platinum blond hair, a side effect of the chemicals that was pumped into the air of my homeland as an air purifier, which was tied into a ponytail with the sides buzz cut. My stark blue eyes had scanned the forest for my target location, seeking something. Speaking of Caye, I had realized I still had a flask of her blood kept in a cryogenic state in the off chance I had found I use for it. The issue was I had to enter that blasted dojo to get to it. What felt like hours had passed, my legs tired as I had finally reached what was once Dojoville. Instead of finding a town filled with disgruntled and quite frankly, sick of the Dojo's shit, I had found it to be occupied by a medieval force, the rest burnt to ash. I had only assumed the residents had either been forcefully invaded or just sold their land and finally left the place to this force. It was not of my concern, I had stayed out of Dojo politics long enough, and I was not in the mood to get back in. Not to mention the barrier it had gave me really suspicious vibes... I had no choice but to circle around, walking at an angle until I reached what used to be a backyard, it was at a weird slope. The grass was still burnt from the fires. From there on I maneuvered through the burnt mess of the house, kicking a weak and charred support beam which allowed me to walk through as part of the roof and wall collapsed. It was a monotonous trek as I climbed both the winding road and the steps that led to the iron gates of The Dojo. It was a place where fools played God, I did not intend to stay for long...[/i] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]