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originally posted in:Destiny Fiction Producers
Edited by Spenc: 4/1/2017 4:02:51 PM
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Samurai, I

継続は力なり To continue is power. The ground is green, with blue flowers jutting out in random directions. Jagged rock formations all around the clearing. A small disk of metal in the middle, with antenna sticking from it. Gunfire. Blood. The field is burnt, the flowers no longer there. The rocks have tumbled downwards. The disk has broken. A man stands in the middle. Quiet now, but they come. The wind brushes past. He looks up. Seven, no eight men. Some could be women, but who knows. They raise there weapons. "I will give you to the count of three to leave this clearing. You know this is Hunter land." A man says. He looks down at the ground once more, and sits. "You must be out of your damn mind boy! I said beat it, or there wont be nothin let but your teeth" The man says again. He takes his sword from his side, and places it in front of him. He places his weapon on top of that. "I'm gonna to start countin. You better start runnin." The man says, aiming down his gun. "Three......" He doesn't move, he just sits, facing forwards. "2......" The wind blows through the clearing again, disturbing the ashes that lay on the ground. "1.. fire!" Gunshots. Cut short by six quick bursts. They fall, down the rocks and hit the ashen ground below. The man who talked is the only left standing. He looks around, and without a second thought runs. He stands up, and puts his smoking weapon back in its holster. He re-ties the sheath to his side, and walks out of the clearing. He stands over looking grassy fields, blue smoke rising from cracks in the ground, flowers, and death. He begins his travels again. He reaches a stream, and crosses it, careful not the touch the orange substance that the steam is made of. A wooden building stands across the way. He enters the building. Three women and a young boy lay on the floor of the shed. They lift there heads as he enters. "Did you do it? Are our tormentors dead?" One of the women asks. He drops the helmet of one of the men on the floor. "How much do we owe you?" Another women asks. He says nothing, and leaves the building. Sorry or not posting in some time. Ill try and make it more regular. [i]~spenc[/i]

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