Out wid the comedy and in wid the seriousness...
"The bitter wind howled through the trees in a cacophony of evil. The man walked on, his frightened eyes darting everywhere. The derelict buildings to his left, old relics from a bygone era, were eerily silent except for the moaning of the wind through their now empty rooms. How many have died, the man wondered. And all because of the murderous Overseer. The Resistance didn't even have a clue that he was back in all his black glory. Thats why I have to get the message to them, the man thought. Or else the ethnic cleansing would continue unseen, unfought, till the very existence of free will was but a bitter memory..."
K people, so wot do we wanna turn this into, a sci-fi/horror story, or a serious, a-bit-later-than-modern-day-freedom-fighter thingy?
And do contribute plz, i probably wont b able to continue this till next saturday...
