The games were something that tore him apart in the beginning, But they may just be the thing that helped him back together.
(there is no plot I'm making this up as i go along)
(Backstory chapter, images below will be used in story)
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Ploria, The planet known for its bustling neon city that covered most of it. The jungle on the outskirts had yet to be touched, it being the last thing there that was crawling with untamed wildlife.
The large buildings that jutted up towards the sky housed families big and small, Keeping them safe from the small rainstorm that had started outside. All except for one.
The door to a rundown apartment building swung open, someone being thrown out as they rolled slightly on the concrete, a duffle bag being thrown nearby to them.
"And don't come back until you can pay your damn rent, you hear?!" The door slammed shut, leaving a man stranded in the rain. Sighing, he picked up the bag and swung it over his shoulder.
= (Y/n), Ploria, 22:45 =
It didn't help the fact the building had been built so close to the outskirts. The few jobs and buildings that remained were beginning to crumble with age, vines crawling their way up and around the structures.
Clasping the strap on your bag, you started walking. To where, you had no idea. But all you could do was walk.
The jungle, or "The unexplored", as everyone called it, probably wasn't the safest place to be around, especially this late at night and in the rain. But it felt like something was calling you there. Some unseen force coaxing you to step in further. who were you to say no?
