[h1][center][b][color=black]Rex[/color][/b][/center][/h1]


The young man took a breath, coughing because of the polluted air. So this was the capital. "This place blows!" he exclaimed in frustration. He punched a tree to vent his rage. He'd come here to join the army so he could make money, only to find out that he had to win a freaking raffle. "Goddammit!" The young man sat down on a bench, sighing in aggravation.

Rex felt the collapsible spear at his waist. "Jeez," he said. "Should look for someplace to stay tonight." He was used to clean air, small buildings, and grazing animals. Not places like this.