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Wasteland
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In corso, pubblicata il apr 23, 2018
Echo is a science experiment that fell out the sky. Max is the lost child from the Amazon. Laurel is the child from the Bermuda. Icarus is the boy they taught to fly. Tally is the creator of light and Tonya is the manipulator of the void. They all meet and the end begins. yay.
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The world, I regret to report, survived the war. One might almost call it a disappointment, considering the admirable enthusiasm with which humanity attempted to exterminate itself. Nevertheless, a sufficient number of people crawled out from the wreckage to ensure that the species continues its long tradition of making everything worse. Civilization was rebuilt. New towers, new governments, new banners flapping in the wind. And who now presides over this shining reconstruction? The same comfortably cruel pricks who, when the world was breaking, vanished. They now rule from above the clouds, congratulating themselves while the rest of humanity struggles to survive the new society in the fallout. Into this society walks Abram Karasu, whom many insist on calling a hero. The title, while technically accurate, may mislead readers into imagining a sunshiny man dispensing mercy and second chances. That is aggressively incorrect. His interpretation of heroism involves confronting the most wicked fucks still wandering the earth and introducing them to consequences with a degree of enthusiasm that's... controversial. Karasu has never shown interest in teams or any other arrangements that might require patience with other people's stupidity. The world entertains itself each year with a charming spectacle: a deathmatch in which participants may slaughter each other to gain control. Gangs arrive in large numbers, as they often do. Karasu could end the bullshit rather quickly if he were allowed to enter alone. But a new rule has been established: no solo competitors. This exists because the people in power are not complete fools. They recognize that Abram Karasu is less a participant than a walking nuclear explosion. πŸ’₯ So now Karasu hunts partners. Among them is Vega Verona, a creature composed in roughly equal parts of alcohol, charm, violence, and power that no reasonable society should have allowed to exist in the first place.
The experiment. di shrosz
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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.
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The world, I regret to report, survived the war. One might almost call it a disappointment, considering the admirable enthusiasm with which humanity attempted to exterminate itself. Nevertheless, a sufficient number of people crawled out from the wreckage to ensure that the species continues its long tradition of making everything worse. Civilization was rebuilt. New towers, new governments, new banners flapping in the wind. And who now presides over this shining reconstruction? The same comfortably cruel pricks who, when the world was breaking, vanished. They now rule from above the clouds, congratulating themselves while the rest of humanity struggles to survive the new society in the fallout. Into this society walks Abram Karasu, whom many insist on calling a hero. The title, while technically accurate, may mislead readers into imagining a sunshiny man dispensing mercy and second chances. That is aggressively incorrect. His interpretation of heroism involves confronting the most wicked fucks still wandering the earth and introducing them to consequences with a degree of enthusiasm that's... controversial. Karasu has never shown interest in teams or any other arrangements that might require patience with other people's stupidity. The world entertains itself each year with a charming spectacle: a deathmatch in which participants may slaughter each other to gain control. Gangs arrive in large numbers, as they often do. Karasu could end the bullshit rather quickly if he were allowed to enter alone. But a new rule has been established: no solo competitors. This exists because the people in power are not complete fools. They recognize that Abram Karasu is less a participant than a walking nuclear explosion. πŸ’₯ So now Karasu hunts partners. Among them is Vega Verona, a creature composed in roughly equal parts of alcohol, charm, violence, and power that no reasonable society should have allowed to exist in the first place.