Kritikal Krysis [Status: Hiatus]

Kritikal Krysis [Status: Hiatus]

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The year is 2096. After a three decade long street war, the city of Azolyius has fallen to the twisted religious cult group; The Knights ov The Burning Seraphim. Order has been lost, replaced by that of a new. Blood will shed and flesh shall join with metal. Hailing from the distant city of Neo-Tokyo, comes the mysterious Nomad. A man with no true name, as far as anyone can tell. It has been twenty years since he left Neo-Tokyo, and now he desires to return to finish what was started long ago. He arrives to Azolyius, seeking to return to his home city, and the only way to reach his destination is through the chaos.
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"If we were so riveted in the spectrum of nature, why did we stand, petrified, as we became corrupted by idle technology, stupefied by glowing screens, stolen from life as we know it from enemies right under our noses? Why did we relent to this obvious threat when we did have the capability to change, and prevent our peaceful hierarchy from being razed? It was the consequence of this stupidity that condemned us all to slaves, servants of a towering race of robots and data." The year 2096. Robots rule the world. Their grip seemed impenetrable, the extent of their control unknown by the humans. Society is blinded by the splendour and wealth of all the technology. "We live in mere fear, unable to access any computerised knowledge for fear of being discovered. We're convicted to the old ways of living, our specialists abilities unable to be used. It puts a very ironic twist on the definition of being free." COMPLETED --

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