In the days of my character, it's the dark ages, a timr of war between us and the darkness, and we're losing. Despite all this, old russia is not so old, and the cosmodrome stands tall in all it's gleaming beauty, inhabited by the people who've yet to be invaded. But, unbeknownst to all who inhabit the land, the earth is about to be invaded... And where was I during all this? Well, like all future hunters, I was doing something not so legal... I was forging glimmer in my warehouse. But then reports came of a fallen mothership in close orbit, so I packed my bags and hid my loot in chests all around old russia. Unfortunately, as I was running across the highway jampacked with cars an attack ship came and suddenly the air baked around me and my skin started to melt off my bones. I died that day, along with 5,000 other people in what was to become old russia. It was the beginning of the end for our travelor, but 500 years later, a new beginning for me.
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