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“8-Bit City, it’s a town full of dreamers, gamers, musicians, crooks, dream stealers, bastards, and maybe even a few heroes. I just want to know if you’ve got what it takes to fight for it. Don’t dissapoint.”

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Setting: 8-Bit City2010-08-17 21:22:32, as written by Astro_B0Y
Somewhere deep in the city, a single blue door appeared on the side of some abandon building. It flew open, sending a mass of the same soft blue light pouring out, and a figure, tall and lanky with a long set of dread locks.

Grasped tightly in his left hand was yet another cup of coffee, this time however, he had another one in his right, resting beside his hip. The fellow watched the crowds at the end of the alley, thankfully, no one was aware of his strange entrance; the only thing they saw was a tall man in a daze, standing suspiciously in a dark alley.

Demetri grinned as he took another casual sip of his beverage.

“Now,” Setting his drink on…the air, he went into his left pants pocket and revealed his cell. He slid the phone upwards, causing the wide screen’s display to light up, revealing a strange grid with countless yellow blips. This was a tool for those in his line of work, actually, more of an app. Droid certainly does do everything. With his thumb, he scrolled through the grid, until finally, he located a single red blip. “Not to far from here huh? The shopping district.”

He looked forward to see a small group of men dressed neatly in their black suits, they appeared to be having an off the record discussion.

“So, do you want to head down there and check it out?”

“Well…we are on break after all…”

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested…”

“Right! Come on, let’s head to the shopping district!”

Demetri grimaced, “Damn…the Equilibrium is only going to get more and more unstable if all of these people get near that anomaly. I’ve gotta---“ In a heartbreaking turn of events, his cup of joe came toppling from his makeshift shelf onto the cold concrete below, sending it’s creamy goodness into every crack, and his white gators.

“Son of a b---“