It wasn't my fault that it happened the way it did. I was there, trying my best to save them, and yet, we failed because of a betrayal. Now they resent me, they resent themselves. That was the way it felt when I told them what I thought. Pushed away by those I had been honest with, worked with. I thought they were my friends, I guessed wrong. Now these trees are betraying me, and my own family has as well. Curse this virus, and that tyrant who had unleashed it. Now all I feel, is empty. So empty, and so cold. I guess that was my fate after all, for I was never meant to be anything more than a workhorse. What am I without my work. Let them call me mad, at least now I won't have to deal with the knives that they hide behind their smiles.
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The Mad Mane Six.
Science FictionAfter years of fighting endless wars and then watching his home world distroyed, the immortal Hero of the Dark Gearhead seeks a new land to call home for his people. After finding a strange signal that leads to another realm, he decides to scout it...
