Osamu Oboro
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Sep 22, 2010
Enter Scene:
A young man is laying unconscious in the desert, a good long distance outside of Death City. He appears to be covered in a sort of raggedy blanket, covering most of his features from wandering eyes. To many who have passed by him, he was simply a covered corpse left to rot in the laughing sun, while others have looked under the blanket and either ran off screaming bloody murder, or poked it trying to get him to wake up.
Today, however, would be different. Very different; today, he would start living.
(Sorry for the short and weird intro, but I wanted to keep my character's soon-to-be assumed identity unknown for now. I also did this to create an air of mystery surrounding my character. I promise my posts will be longer and more coherent)
A young man is laying unconscious in the desert, a good long distance outside of Death City. He appears to be covered in a sort of raggedy blanket, covering most of his features from wandering eyes. To many who have passed by him, he was simply a covered corpse left to rot in the laughing sun, while others have looked under the blanket and either ran off screaming bloody murder, or poked it trying to get him to wake up.
Today, however, would be different. Very different; today, he would start living.
(Sorry for the short and weird intro, but I wanted to keep my character's soon-to-be assumed identity unknown for now. I also did this to create an air of mystery surrounding my character. I promise my posts will be longer and more coherent)