An oddly-armored human lay in the forest outside Omniopolis, knocked out, but un-injured. His metal plating is, just as his hair, black like the night sky. The cloth, with golden trim, is red, just like his eyes and the tattoos found below them.
He stirs from his slumber, and sits up.
"Where am I...?" He struggles to the realization that he is not, in fact, in bed, nor is he dead or dreaming. He rises to his feet, though not without a fight with gravity, and searches for anyone nearby.
He stirs from his slumber, and sits up.
"Where am I...?" He struggles to the realization that he is not, in fact, in bed, nor is he dead or dreaming. He rises to his feet, though not without a fight with gravity, and searches for anyone nearby.
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