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"ME' SOCKETS! ME BLISTERIN' CIRCUITS!" The man screamed, aiming his piece at Iya's face. Beckendau stood with his hands-raised, terrified at the sudden robbery...

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December 2nd, 2117
8:49AM
District Unknown

The headache inducing beat of the club still echoed in his skull, like a second pule existing entirely on his migraine-fatigued temples. He went to the German club, tried his best with the nightlife, danced away. Then, things went hazy. Things went a bit awry. His memory was failing him.

Meon Jong opened an eye slowly. Sunlight, blinding, immediate. From the one small window directly ahead of him. Where was he. Dank, concrete. Dirty. The floor was below him. His hat lay on the wet ground. Meon Jong glanced up at his body as he began to become more aware of his situation. His arms were bound with plastic rope. His legs too, and he was hanging, upside down, from a meathook in the ceiling. Not through his legs, thank God. No, it was tied tightly to the ropes on his legs. Down the hall he could hear something. Footsteps. "Aw shit," Jong breathed, spittle dripping on his forehead as he spoke his first words.