One week later...
Max is currently sitting in an old folks home, making sure none of them do anything stupid.
Max: "(in head) Seriously, these people are fucking beautiful."
Max grabs a thermometer off of a counter.
Max: "Except for this part."
Max proceeds to put the thermometer up...
Meanwhile...
Soldier 1: "A-Are you sure about this? Th-The elderly are right here."
A dozen soldiers are currently approaching an old folks home, armed with assault rifles, armor piercing bullets, and a whole lotta bullets.
Soldier 2: "It's President Horus's orders. We have to obey."
Soldier 3: "But it's the elderly. They can't run even if they tried."
Soldier 4: "Then we'll call him out. Moody teenagers always come out when you call them out."
Soldier 5: "That's a stereotype right there."
Soldier 6: "I haven't seen it not work."
They continue their approach.
Five minutes later...
Max: "(disgusted) I'm having the time of my life."
Max cleans off the thermometer in a sink.
Max: "(sighing) Alright, who's-"
???: "Max Walker!"
Max pauses.
Max: "Oh shit."
The elderly are utterly confused.
Max: "Don't worry, I'll be right back."
Max heads for the front door, only to be greeted by soldiers.
Max: "Seriously? An old folks home? You guys are the scum of the earth for attacking these beautiful people."
Soldier 1: "Not our idea!"
Max equips his battle clothing.
Max: "That doesn't excuse shit!"
Lightning sparks along Max's scythe.
Meanwhile...
The Japanese student with the cap is just now walking out of a convenience store.
Male: "I-I'm completely lost Lucas."
His ghost floats to his right.
Lucas: "No joke Shoma. Your phone isn't working and we've been wandering in this desert for weeks."
Shoma turns out his pockets.
Shoma: "(awkwardly) And I spent the last bit of money on a candy bar."
Lucas: "And that's what is getting you?"
Shoma: "Y-Yes!"
Shoma's breath gets out of control.
Lucas: "Deep breaths Shoma."
His breathing gets under control.
Meanwhile...
Max: "Two kids gonna die tonight!"
Max leaps ten feet into the air as they begin firing.
Soldier 7: "Wh-What?!"
Electricity begins to spark wildly.
Max: "I hope you like dying fuckers!"
Max creates a downward spiral of wind that sends him rocketing to the ground, getting his scythe stuck in both a man's chest and the asphalt.
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Catalyst
Fantasy(Note: This story is a crossover between all of our other properties. Certain aspects about most characters won't be explained very well.) Society is run by the strong and wealthy. They don't care about the poor and weak and leave them to rot while...
