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[center][h1][color=6ecff6][b][u]Sanzhar Kravchenko[/u][/b][/color][/h1][/center]
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[b]San Francisco, California[/b]

[color=6ecff6]"Hmmmm..."[/color]

Sanzhar quietly sat on his desk chair, staring at the empty Google Docs document in front of him. He had some ideas for a new book; a vision of some far future, where another star had a close flyby to the solar system, and thus kicked out the Earth, turning it into a rogue planet. Pretty much everyone was dead, except for those few million that had been able to stay within specially built domes powered by nuclear and geothermal energy. And then the story goes on from there...

And he's stumped. He couldn't tell why, but Sanzhar just couldn't find the right words for his first sentence. He already had everything! Why... why couldn't he think of something? Sanzhar cursed at himself, placing his feet on top of the desk and reclining on the chair whilst putting his hands on the back of his head. The writer's block had him again. And it was having him far too often these days. It was really unfortunate, too. He needed something to get his mind away from all that had been happening in the country; many sections of the city lay in ruins, millions are dead, there was a plague going on, and... people were getting superpowers.

Including himself.

Sighing, Sanzhar motioned at one of the magnetic earth balls lying in a tray on his desk, prying it from its magnetic connection to the container. The silver sphere levitated two or so inches above his palm, his eyes utterly fixated on its prime curvature. What to do, what to do...

Ah!

Taking on his imagination, Sanzhar began to shape the sphere with his metalbending, etching out depressions on its silver surface. The earth ball shuddered under the pressure of his newfound powers, but he was careful and gentle in his craft. The shapes of the world's continents etched themselves on the miniature sphere, turning the thing into a literal Earth ball. Sanzhar smirked as he looked upon his creation, and placed it onto a pedestal on his bookshelf. 

"Hey, Sanzhar?"

[color=6ecff6]"Mmmmm."[/color] Sanzhar turned to his brother, Erasyl. [color=6ecff6]"What is it?"[/color]

"I... uh, I'm going out." Erasyl said sheepishly. "Just gonna get groceries for lunch today."

[color=6ecff6]"You sure?"[/color] Sanzhar asked. [color=6ecff6]"You just got discharged."[/color]

"Nah, I'm fine." Erasyl said. "By the way, did you hear about what that guy said on live tv? Benny... Sten?"

[color=6ecff6]"Stein."[/color] Sanzhar corrected. [color=6ecff6]"All I can say is that he's an ass and I'm making a post about it soon enough. Bound to get a lot of attention now..."[/color]

"Okay." Erasyl nodded and turned away. "I'm going now."

With his brother now gone from earshot, Sanzhar sat back on his bed, thinking about what to do. He had a severe case of writer's block, had nothing better to do, and...

Oh! He'll visit a friend. Maybe that will get his spirits up.

Quickly, Sanzhar pulled out his phone, and texted Devan Flores.

[color=6ecff6]"Hello there friend, I was thinking of hanging out today. Are you busy today?"[/color]

Now, now. Now he'll wait for a response.

[@Prosaic]