Neo Duality
Banned
Entropy simply is the triumph of death, an epitome of utter destruction, but within is also carved the universal design and expression: beauty truly never dies, for it will always resurface in another form.
Life is the noble process which turns suffering into excellence.
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Prologue
A body lay face down, bleeding on the snow. The bloodstain widened as the snow, pure white in composition, blossomed into a deep red. A tall figure, silhouetted by the sun reflecting off the snow kicked the body, turning it over and revealing the chest riddled with bullets. The silhouette seemed to relax, seeing that Giovanni was indeed dead.
"Lieutenant Shaw?" said a nearby voice.
The silhouette turned around, revealing it's true self. A human male, about six feet tall, in his mid-twenties. A pale face, reddened by the cold with a head of long, slightly wavy artificially colored silvery-white hair touching just till the bottom of the neck. He was dressed in a long, yet not flowing sleek black overcoat, paired with dark, camo pants, just as one would see a soldier wearing but black. He clutched a large, black gun in his right hand, somewhat resembling a pistol but looked menacing, as if it could unload a siege of bullets given the slightest motivation. Two pokeballs and a great ball were strapped around his waist. Perhaps the most striking feature about this man was his cold, steely look that could petrify even the strongest of men.
"Yes, Recon?" Shaw walked towards the Scout Droid. Reconnaissance-Enabled-M54, often referred to as simply Recon, was a small, levitating machine, one that resembled a computer chip.
"Earth base called for you, sir."
"Inform them of the success of the operation. Evacuate the marines, and tell Base to send a fleet. I want this place glassed." said Shaw
"Sir, Cinnabar Island is already in a nuclear winter. I don't think we should--"
"Just do as you're told." replied Shaw, irritated.
"Acknowledged. What do we do with the body, sir?" inquired Recon.
"Salvage the cyborg parts." replied Shaw looking down at the body "Five hundred years. He was kept alive five hundred years to fulfill his futile goal of reviving Team Rocket." Shaw spat. "How pathetic"
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Chapter one comes tomorrow, meanwhile tell me what you think, etc
Life is the noble process which turns suffering into excellence.
~
Prologue
A body lay face down, bleeding on the snow. The bloodstain widened as the snow, pure white in composition, blossomed into a deep red. A tall figure, silhouetted by the sun reflecting off the snow kicked the body, turning it over and revealing the chest riddled with bullets. The silhouette seemed to relax, seeing that Giovanni was indeed dead.
"Lieutenant Shaw?" said a nearby voice.
The silhouette turned around, revealing it's true self. A human male, about six feet tall, in his mid-twenties. A pale face, reddened by the cold with a head of long, slightly wavy artificially colored silvery-white hair touching just till the bottom of the neck. He was dressed in a long, yet not flowing sleek black overcoat, paired with dark, camo pants, just as one would see a soldier wearing but black. He clutched a large, black gun in his right hand, somewhat resembling a pistol but looked menacing, as if it could unload a siege of bullets given the slightest motivation. Two pokeballs and a great ball were strapped around his waist. Perhaps the most striking feature about this man was his cold, steely look that could petrify even the strongest of men.
"Yes, Recon?" Shaw walked towards the Scout Droid. Reconnaissance-Enabled-M54, often referred to as simply Recon, was a small, levitating machine, one that resembled a computer chip.
"Earth base called for you, sir."
"Inform them of the success of the operation. Evacuate the marines, and tell Base to send a fleet. I want this place glassed." said Shaw
"Sir, Cinnabar Island is already in a nuclear winter. I don't think we should--"
"Just do as you're told." replied Shaw, irritated.
"Acknowledged. What do we do with the body, sir?" inquired Recon.
"Salvage the cyborg parts." replied Shaw looking down at the body "Five hundred years. He was kept alive five hundred years to fulfill his futile goal of reviving Team Rocket." Shaw spat. "How pathetic"
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Chapter one comes tomorrow, meanwhile tell me what you think, etc
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