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BaM Ch2: History Never ForgottenChapter Two: History Never Forgotten
The occupant in the room had brown neck-length hair, green eyes and slim body built. He wore a blue hoodie, and white jogging pants. Even within the age gap of early teens, the male had a refreshing face and acted as if he had never experienced a problem at all. Around him lay scattered thousands of small handicrafts, all in different yet unique forms and in the center, a televison set rarely used at all. The teenager was just about to finish drawing the last piece of paper he picked up from the living room until the sound heard a while ago was emitted again in a louder volume.
BaM Ch1: New RecruitAttention! Attention! S-hunter Rockman X, Protoman and Forte. Please go to the main hall to meet your navigators.
"We're not finished here!" Forte spats out to his fallen prey in the training simulator then marched out with his head high. Apparently, that beaten reploid was none other than Rockman X, saved only by the urgent call.
"Argh!" Rock groaned, holding his left arm as he tried to stand up. "Why is it that Forte always targets me first thing in the morning?!"
"Because you're the first one to defeat him aside from his 'loving' brother Zero." Blues, Rock's older brother, commented back. Yawning from the lack of sleep, the red bomber h
Trailer: Being A Maverick"Humans and robots living together in harmony and was my ultimate wish..."
It was, but not anymore...Right Father?
Agonizing screams were heard from a distance as the last corpse fall under its murderer. The killer stood out among the raging crimson scenery, donned in blue armor now tainted with the blood of a thousand being, both man and reploid alike. The figure turned, aquamarine eyes glowing with a soft smile blooming innocently from its face. Watching its female sibling emerge from a burning hotel.
"Too harsh X. You don't want the hunters to go after us you know?"
Before the figure came a female robot, golden hair flowing down her ba
glass in the tidegradac, croatia; summer.
it is a town climbed up from the sea:
a salt hymn, an exhalation, a brightly calcified
spray. the houses here are overgrown
as wildflowers, paths like tiny winding veins
sprung alive between them. from my balcony i watch
the sun crest slowly into afternoon,
and mothers lead their children
down stone slopes, arterial pull
to the water. by the shore,
vendors sell bottles of olive oil, salt,
sage, gathering up anything with the taste
of what mystery inhabits the air—brimming over
the glass lips, a curving kind of joy,
the whole earth, a bowl of it.
at night, my uncle drinks beer
and i drink wine. he watches
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