Void_Writer
I do not own forsaken or The Last Guest! This is a random ass fanfic that I wanted to write because why the fuck not! I had to rewrite this description because it looked fuckin ass before and aligned with the first write.
(Yes, Balto and Togo are still a placeholder)
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The bacon general from Biswill, a small town in the near desert where he raised his child as a single dad, had one goal; keep the hell away from guests. But the colonel, sadistic and cruel, before getting taken down from a general to a colonel, wanted to exterminate every last guest. It doesn't help that the bacon general back when he was around 18 sided with a guest to end the curfew bots.
But war stole his life. A single, damn grenade. Hell sure had a good choice when they took him.
The prodigy from Biswill wishes he lived somewhere else. Where he can see a clear blue sky instead of thick grey smoke or rain clouds, or having to hike a while to see stars at night in an area bacon hairs aren't allowed in. But war started getting worse. More harm than good. Bomb threats, speeding cars that threaten to hurt more of their kind every day... It's no wonder he joined in the middle of the action.
Even running on a sprained ankle that was *supposed* to be in a boot still, he could still run. Even though the grenade blew up a lot.