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located in The Tundra, a part of Impending Pursuit, one of the many universes on RPG.

The Tundra

Cold, cold, very cold

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Character Portrait: Edward Killedge Character Portrait: Kore Character Portrait: Yeqon
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Edward Killedge
Username: forever2b | FC: Ky Kiske from Guilty Gear Series | | Speech Color | Thought Color |
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Location: Station to Father

The terminal was filled with mutants of all shapes and sizes. Having received his invitation, Edward made it over the counter. The tall blonde, showed his ID to the nervous clerk at the desk. He loomed over the shorter human, who tried his best to not make eye contact. Verifying that Edward was selected for the Game, the clerk wearily responded,

"C-congratulations on being chosen for the 100th Game of Pursuit!" He tried is best to be professional and smile, but it was obvious that the worker was trying to hide his nervousness.

Edward stared down at the man with a cold, deadly stare. Such a disgusting creature, faking his way through life, congratulating creatures on a battle to the death for its own entertainment. One hundred competitions and no winners, everyone who participated in the Game of Pursuit were practically going to die; they were so far gone without hope that they wanted to take even the slightest chance of getting lucky even if the other ninety-ninth time, there were no winners. Only killers and those who were desperate would join, a perfect battleground for Edward to protect the hopeless, while killing off the murderers. Then these forsaken creatures, known as humans, will be purged too, but not now. He had to bide his time.

"Why, thank you." Edward replied, giving the man behind the desk a warm smile while taking back his ID.

The clerk paused to look at the elf's face. It was calm and kind as far as he could tell, and kind of pretty... The man shook his head trying his best to be professional.

"O-of course! N-no problem at all!" He said, regaining his confidence. No matter how pretty they looked, they were mutants after all. Boy they were sure gullible. Clearing his throat, the clerk said "For the safety of others on the ride and people on Father, please give us your support item. We will scan it and send it to you once you arrive at the battlefield...." The clerk looked nervously once again at Edward. Last time he gave this speech to a competitor, he almost got physically abused. If it weren't for the guards, the clerk would have been in the hospital bed on paid leave.

"I see." Edward said considerately, "Please take care of my sword." He said handing his white-blue sword to the man with one hand. The clerk received the sword with two hands, but the weigh caught him off guard, dragging him and the sword to the ground.

"Oh no, are you alright?" Edward rushed over to try and help the clerk up, but before he could get behind the desk, three guards in full suit and helmets surrounded him, with their guns pointing at him. The clerk quickly got up waving to the guards.

"I-I'm fine. The mutie did nothing wrong. I just fell by myself." He said.

"Roger that. Let's move."

"Sorry about that, um, Mr. Killedge. We'll ship this sword to the Father as soon as possible! Your shuttle will come in about ten minutes."

Edward gave a quick frown at the word "Mutie". How dare they compare me to such creatures?

Back to his facade, Edward smiled "No problem. Thanks for the ticket."

Turning around, the young Elf couldn't help but tremble. He would have all of their heads on a plate. Waiting for the shuttle, Edward couldn't help but look at the large Holo Pod that these earthly creatures used for entertainment. He saw an interview about the Game of Pursuit. A red and blue haired girl was doing the interview. She was going on about how this year's game was going to be amazing and different from the others. More empty words.

Humans seemed to love speaking without really meaning anything. She did seem to have a good looking face. It was a shame. When pressed for more information, a tall slender man pulled her aside. He was on camera for a good second before the footage was cut, but Edward was certain that the dark skin tone was from one "creature" on earth. "Creatures" were really a generous term to call them. The sacred, becoming tainted with darkness; they were more like dirt, fallen trash that needed to be burned. Edward let out a smile. The Game just became even more of an opportunity for him.

Over the PA a feminine, robotic voice spoke "The shuttle for, the Father is now boarding on, station 3. The shuttle for, the father, is now boarding on, station 3."

That was the elf's Que to board the shuttle. Brushing off the dirt on his shoes and clothes, Edward got up from his seat with a burning intent glimmering in his eyes. Everything will pay off. The earth shall be made clean once again.