Hood: The Green Warrior
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There are ninety five guns pointed at every inch of my body. One move and I'm dead. Proberly not my best move but what can I say? I'm a risk taker.
It is 2078 and each continent has a Utopia. I lived in Europia and admired the charming slick "Big Bosses", leaders of the Utopian World. That was until they took everything away from me. My sanity, my soul and feelings. But don't feel sorry. I now hunt each of them down and hope to tear down the Walls that hide the abandoned, dim other life of Earth.
And no one will stop me without dying . That is a promise.
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