A man stood within a large snowy graveyard. However the dead land was not always dead, once it was a town. A few graves sat at each house with bits of Core technology tributing the now dead owners. The man stood staring at the small shrines of sorts. The man was a Zhongsiyan. Despite his current action of standing at the graves, the man was not much different from other Zhongsiyans. He was unfortunately still a war based murderer. The man stood at each grave for a few minutes before moving on to the next. After about a day the Zhongsiyan began to move on. The man was wearing very heavy fur armour suited for the cold. A few pieces of neon Core technology are scattered around him. One sits on his hand, another on his arm, and another on his back. A fiery like aura surrounds him which is fueled by the neon green Core technology. He also wielded an Aktina rifle.
His head was slightly hunched forwards from looking down at the snow all the time. He always stared at the snow beneath him, although the human threats lay ahead and not beneath, the man did not fear the humans no matter how murderous. Instead he worries about very different things.
He suddenly saw the snow beneath him move ever so slightly. The man screamed before jumping back and firing the Aktina like a mad man. The man did not fear other humans as he had never come close to death while fighting and killing them. Instead he feared the horrid creatures that dwelled beneath the snow. The man still remembered the time he was sliced in half by one of those horrid drepouda and only survived thanks to the regenerative Core technology that replaced his original body with a replaceable artificial copy. Ever since then the possibility of death began to dawn on the man causing him to have a strong fear of the horrid creatures.
The man continued traveling while still staring at the snow. He had no destination, his life simply consisted of avoiding drepouda, and killing other humans if they were seen. One of the reasons the man lived the way he lived is because he was young enough to have been born in Zhongsiya. He was born way after Core technology was invented, the global war, and the death bombs. Because of this he had no concept of the morals of the past.
Suddenly he came across a road. He pulled out his Aktina as if he was required to and looked up at the town. The inhabitants of the town looked in horror at the man. The man wielding the Aktina screamed a horrid scream, however it was not a scream of anger and rage, but a scream of fear and horror no different from the screams of the inhabitants. He began firing at the people. Eventually, there was no town left. Only the now abandoned houses and the Core technology of the murdered inhabitants. However the man then did something strange for a murderous Zhongsiyan. He began setting up graves for each of the people he killed and placing their corresponding Core technology at their matching grave. The man didn’t know why he killed, in fact he hated the murderous rampages, however he simply believed there was no other possible way to live life. He stood at the graves before moving onto the next, and the next, and the next. After about another day the man once again picked up his Aktina, and began once again walking with his face staring down.
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