talking: "talking"
thoughts: 'thoughts'
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Somewhere in Remnant...
Deep within the woods.
The scene opens to a skyline above a forest, where dusk falls on the land.
Above, you can feel energy building and heating up the mildly cold environment.
Where wind starts to blowing rapidly, and trees shake, sending leaves up into the sky. This ordeal continues for the next 10 minutes until a loud boom.
A small portion of the sky, bustling with unknown energy, starts cracking up, and a small enigmatic portal rips open the fabric of reality in the sky's atmosphere. Otherworldly lightning shoots through it, hitting the cold grass of the forest, and through the portal falls...
A person? A bloody and tattered body of a person.
That person being none other than the Icon of Sin himself.
Hank J. Wimbleton...
Hank's body lands in a small clearing of the forest.
With another loud boom, the warp gate consumes itself, disappearing with the unknown improbable energy following suit.
Leaving no trace of its existance behind.
Well, except for our protagonist, of course.
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Everything went silent and dim.
Hank's lifeless corpse of a body lying on the cold and solid soil of the forest. His combat attire tattered and filled with bullet holes, along with his bloody body twisted and bashed, his face and upper body bearing the marks of multiple cuts and slashes.
With a twisted leg, a bloody stump where his left arm should be, and his right hand clenching onto his guts that were protruding out his stomach, he looked like he escaped hell itself. That's the only right description a person could describe him.
Mask ripped apart, tired eyes and metalic lower jaw explosed to the cold atmosphere.
The only thing that can be heard, was his labored and heavy breathing, puffs of cold carbon dioxide escaping his mouth.
Wanting to die right here on the spot.
On the cold and slightly comforting ground.
But knowing the outcome, the relentless rules of his forsaken inhuman nature and condition, that was not the desirable result that was ever going to happen. No matter how much he hoped for it.
It was a repeating cycle.
A spiral if you will.
Hell.
He was very well instructed of that...
Blood pouring on the ground an coloring the grass a crimson red color. Eyes staring at the sky, blinking profusely. Calming himself down and forgetting the very familiar yet numb pain, Hank awaited the outcome and the cycle to repeat itself.
But what caught his eyes were...
Stars? Normal stars? Accompanied by a dark nights sky?
Was he dreaming?
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Eclipsed Roses of Madness - Madness Combat x RWBY
AcciónFrom a bloody battle, our protagonist Hank J. Wimbleton ends up in a strange new environment, different from the grim and distorted one he knows. Unbound from the improbable chains and logic that of Nevada. Will he adapt and overcome this new world...
