Snippet #1652750

41 was a troubled mutant, despite his outer face. Most had some problems, be it 21's sadness, or something else entirely. For 41, it was lack of surity. A lack of true confidence, even in his own decisions. Even as he strode along for the tour, seeing other mutants respectfully greeting the leader of the group.

But once more, reality was torn between two powers. Whether they claim to be defenders, or tyrants. Whether destiny born or an oppertunist. There was always those using lesser people for their own ends. Equality was, unfortunantly, a rather broken and never used concept. You could say what you like, but the universe never liked equality. Everything seemed to eventually slide towards extremes. Once again. Once more. Eternally.

Why did anyone put any effort in? The ones on the bottom would only rarely make it to the top, and even then what was there to do but to sit pretty on your throne until death or a rival took it from you. Too much thought on this subject would utterly depress anyone, and 41 quickly focussed back on what was happening in reality. "And this......is the training room."

41 nodded, looking around the room before turning to the replacement tour guide as the other one went walking off. "So this is were we hone our combat skills then. What's the different levels of difficulty and variations of combat types?" He asks, knowing that if he was going to fight, he had to refind any of the skills he used to have.