[center][h2][color=silver]Affliction[/color][/h2][/center]
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Captain planet? V would get a kick out of that one, he didn’t find it amusing nor clever. Some people had no care for the world they lived on. 

“I won’t be the first nor the last,” Affliction told the individual who attempted to blow smoke his way, “It is like a chain. One person picks up after you, then another, then another.” Still he bent down and picked it up. He stared at the individual in question.

Middle aged, possibly a chain smoker considering this smoke barely had went out and he grabbed another one. Affliction continued to walk, mainly to place the cigarette on top of one of those ashtrays on a trashcan close by. He probably had went out of range with the radios. Their equipment was staggeringly incompetent.

“Now that I have cleaned up after you,” Affliction said calmly, “I am new in town. Perhaps you could provide me some answers to how all of this works out here.” 

This was after all one of the strangest things he had done with his life. How do you even begin to navigate this scope of a goal?