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	Death, death was something that encompassed all. While there was no escape from it there were a myriad of ways to abstain from its cold indomitable grasp. The sound of scissors echoed and bounced off the walls in an environment that was obscured by darkness. [i]Snip….snip…snip[/i] the sound intensified as a breath of life could be seen, the image of a light source flickering like the lives of many shinobi. An idea he was all too familiar with. He? With the illumination from the bleeding wick of a candle an amalgamation began to come into view. The rough shape turned into a smooth outline, a giant? No, there needed to be more focus. Edges became clear and it was now clear it was solely one man with his back to the darkness and the sound of scissors cutting from in front of him, blocked by his body. What was he cutting? Who was the mysterious [i]stranger[/i]? Of course there were rumors, legends, old wives tales told of [i]him[/i] or what might have happened to him. 

If you couldn’t have guessed by now I couldn’t blame you. Time never lent itself to anyone, it had no bias no remorse, time was always constant; stopping for no man. It had been kind to [i]Kinsei, Nori[/i] however. His mustache had long faded, there was nothing but clear real estate above his upper lip. The brown hue in his dirty blonde hair seemingly rescinded itself into inexistence, leaving only blonde. His hair grew to lengths of that equal to any female to date. Skin became soft and delicate with no blemishes aside from aberrant markings that stained his eyes and ran down the bridge of his nose. [i]”Touched by the Gods”[/i] he liked to say, but with what context? Whomever was lucky or cursed enough to enter the whereabouts of Nori Kinsei would soon find out. Anyways the rumors were all true, he had been everywhere and nowhere. This man was tact and perceptive enough to have gone radio silent all these decades, the purposeful appearance in the main villages and being seen was by no means a mistake, but perhaps…an invitation?

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Regardless, his sudden appearance and orchestrated terrorist attacks did garner the attention of the world who had all but forgotten about him. It was only a matter of time before they would send another phalanx into the New Continent, destined to fail. That’s what a good solider does, does it not? Smile in the face of death and adversity with no question? 

The VTOL had made all final necessary precautions preliminary to setting off into the New Continent, this was time for the aspiring nomads of the New Continent to gather their thoughts and chisel their fortitude. The VTOL went straight, then immediately veered off to what seemed to be the edge of the continent. Guess the world really wasn’t flat. While the other VTOL’s had hit nature biomes of significant value, your outcome was different, disappointing. Almost forthwith did the atmosphere begin to churn and bellow out a large rainstorm. The sky turned black as if your sudden appearance set off a sort of alarm. Water rained down heavily on the VTOL, the sounds of water splattering off the cold hard metal as the air became very dense and chilled. Out the windows was barren land with patches of green every so often. Geographically devoid of any vegetation or tree lines, no mountains ranges, no natural borders, just flat land. Although, there was one sole house on the prairie with what looked to be an abandoned city in the background, leading to a broken bridge. 

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[i]Snip…snip..[/i] Nori had been engrossed in cutting at whatever was in front of him until he felt the change in pressure outside, this distraction led him to cut his finger open. A single drop of blood fell before splattering on what sounded like a flat surface. Pairs of glowing circles began to crop up in the darkness. First there was one, then three, and now ten different pairs of glowing circles. One pair moved into the light of the candle revealing a child no more than the age of five years old, tugging at Nori’s ceremonial robes. [i]”Daddy, I think someone’s here.”[/i] the voice had extra bass added into it as it multiple voices were intertwined within the one, distorted one could say. Only this child would have hollowed out eyes and pale skin, whatever produced such light from the eyes was unknown, but the children were dressed in tattered clothes from early century fashion. “I know child, let’s go get ready for our guests. Nori smiled as his elongated purple nails kissed the side of the child blank face. Quickly striding into the distance, what was in front of him could finally be seen. A singular flower stained red on its petals from Nori’s blood with what could only be interpreted as an embryo at the top. 

[b]Bang![/b] a cacophonous sound hummed inside the VTOL’s carriage, while the lights inside flashed red. The wing on the starboard side of the aircraft had exploded and was pouring smoke, turbulence was immediately felt as it threw those who were standing inside around like ragdolls. Alarms buzzing in the ears of the passengers would trigger their fight or flight responses as the aircraft descended into a death spin hurling down to the new continent at quite high speeds, there was no regaining control of the aircraft by the pilot nor cushioning the blow. The event had begun. 
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