Question... (All Watchers Read and Comment Please)The year twenty thirty-four is a desperate time for the human race as the sky is made of fire and the land of pumice. Creatures once extinct roam the land and demons the sky; only a pocketful of humans reside in this world. The escalation of things has become unbearable, and all point the finger to one man, a man named Ice. Since this mysterious man has shown up, things among Blade City and the Earth itself has grown more and more disastrous until this end result.
Somewhere hidden from the views of the roaming beasts, four people sat in a circle around a flaming bin, one of them wearing a filthy sheet, his identity concealed by a shadow portrayed by the hood-like crown of it. “Four homeless men surviving by the leftovers of Earth…how did it come to this?” the first man wondered aloud.
“’Tis the fault of Ice! Things have gotten worse and worse since that murderer reared his ugly head. What more would you expect from a man who kills without mercy?” The second one asked furiously, drunkenly waving around the last bottle of wine.
“Yeah!” the third agreed, “I’d like to see him now and give him a piece of my mind; the nerve of that guy, killing some of the most influential and powerful men in our system, opening the way to Hell, it’s like the man was determined to cripple us and bring all humanity down with the greatest of evils!”
“ Perhaps that was his goal all along,” the first replied, looking up at the tethered, burnt covering in deep thought. It was amazing he was even listening.
“You’re wrong; Ice was a man who meant to end the evil of the world,” the one covered in the sheet finally spoke, turning all eyes over to him; their hateful and confused glares pierced through the sheet, making him feel as if he were being X-rayed. He did not react, however, as if he knew they did not know who he was.
“And what makes you think any different from us!?” the second man asked, throwing his bottle against the bin in a drunken rage; it broke with an odd noise of a shatter and a bang upon slight contact.
The man remained quiet and still, as if waiting for the others to speak first. Finally, he spoke as calm as ever, “What are your names?”
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