The Dream Team

The Dream Team

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Listen up. We're not your average super hero's. We don't wear masks or capes or too-tight colorful outfits. We don't use stupid catch phrases and we don't stop bank robbers. We're just a group of teens that got bored and decided to put our powers into good use and help protect our planet from all the nightmares that are dreamt up on Earth. You see, our planet is the one place where dreams can really come alive. And we would like to keep it that way. However there is always someone out there that wants to take over the world . . . Blah, Blah, Blah . . . And we will always be ready to kick their ass back to where ever they came from. But I don't think we ever expected this to happen to us after we crash land on Earth. High School. And that's not even the most horrifying news. There seems to be a new villain that plans to use The Dream Team as their new lab rats. Will they be ready to locate them before they lose one of their own?
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SUN DOGS

Humans... always trying to speedrun their downfall. They tore the world apart, then acted shocked when there was nothing left. The apocalypse came and went. No glory in it. Just ash, blood, and fools dying confused. Then they rebuilt it. Because they never learn. Now the world stands again, but, you know... it's real dodgy. Yeah. It's dark. Rotten from the inside. Evil... everywhere. Real dick for brains, motherfuckers running around doing heinous things. Real bottom-tier pieces of human shit. Not hidden either. It walks openly, smiling. But even rot knows fear, and there's a dude that scares the absolute fuck out of every last one of those sadistic bastards. Abram Karasu. If that psychopath decides you're on the menu, your fate was signed, sealed, and notarized before you even heard his footsteps. So don't embarrass yourself by begging. Seriously. It doesn't make him merciful... it just pisses him the fuck off. He doesn't give speeches. He gives brutal honesty. And every lesson comes delivered with all the warmth of a goddamn kunai straight to the face. The guilty know him for the way he kills. Slow when it needs to be slow. Painful when pain is deserved. Accurate. Unmoved. Brutal. He tears evil apart piece by piece, making sure nothing crawls back afterward. No loose ends. No second chances. When retribution moves through him, doors don't matter. Walls don't matter. Your just fucked. Still... he isn't devoid of emotion. God, no. Don't get that twisted. Under all that carnage and maniacal euphoria, there's a normal guy who's just trying to live his fucking life. He's a rare kind of person. Hard to find. The innocent see it. A hand offered. Protection given without a word. He's no hero. Heroes care about being seen. Karasu is just a guy with insane power that chose to use it to do remarkable shit. People say his methods are... Unorthodox. Yeah, that's the word...

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