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- Chapter One: Crazy Eye the Dark
- It was a cold and eerie night. There was no moon in the silent sky, and frigid air swept across the land. The
- barren land, located on the ruins of a place formerly known as Mexico, had been abandoned and left to rot,
- vanishing into myth. Sea had swallowed most of the inland and it was a dangerous place. In one corner of
- the deserted land, three figures explored the Zanbai Jungle. It was a vast jungle, full of twists and turns, and
- was rumored to hide a great treasure. Foolhardy adventurers has strayed in, but they became a victim of
- their own greed. There may have been no treasure, but it was a prison. The lead figure, the keeper.
- His name was Crazy Eye.
- He was a figure out of a nightmare, bearing only one real eye. His other eye had been destroyed in war,
- and it had been replaced by a robotic, red one, connected by a metal top that covered the left side of his
- head. It was murmured among those who had seen Crazy Eye that looking into the red, glowing robot eye
- could seal one into depths they could not return from. He was dressed in pure robotic armor, for it had also
- been terribly scarred in the war. His face looked horribleit was pale, almost transparent, and fleshy, with
- faint burn marks littered across it. The two figures behind him, Umbra and Kurlak, were some of his highest
- soldiers, taught in the way of his personal cold art of war. Umbra wore a purely black cloak. Its hood
- covered her face. Only the ones close to her knew what her face looked like. Kurlak was an agile and fit
- dark killer, dressed in green. He had gleaming eyes and an attitude to spare. His only weakness was that
- he was very gullible. Crazy Eye padded onwards, beckoning Umbra and Kurlak. He pointed left. Crazy Eye
- was trekking this jungle for one reason.
- The Doom.
- The Doom was a rogue Sentai, a normally docile lizard like creature that towered humans, that nearly
- destroyed the world. It had been defeated by the hand of Crazy Eye. Crazy Eye was excellent at the arts of
- weapons, and the Doom had devastating powers. It had been a miracle, but Crazy Eye had his own
- intentions. The world had wronged him. Now he would free the Doom to unleash it's wrath upon the entire
- world. Crazy Eye finally caught something in the darkness. It was a long, bone numbingly cold lake. Kurlak
- dipped a toe in, and instantly recoiled.
- "We don't have to go through this, do we?" he whimpered. Crazy Eye simply smiled, a cold, vicious grin.
- Saying nothing, he pointed at the pathway that ran along the lake, and silently slipped in the water, barely
- noticing the cold. The lake was shallow, but it got deeper as it went on. Crazy Eye seemed to float while
- drifting slowly through the water, all the while analyzing the deeps. Umbra and Kurlak trudged along the
- path, following the swimming Crazy Eye. The lake went on seemingly endlessly. Crazy Eye continued to
- drift along, and finally came to a clearing in the water, and very wide. Crazy Eye looked ahead. Another
- path, but it was several meters away swimming. It was worth it. The water grew shallower and shallower,
- until it finally crossed the border between the water and the path. Crazy Eye looked ahead into the
- darkness. He trod forwards, then picked up into a run, and grew faster and faster until no one could
- distinguish him from a speeding shadow from himself.
- Crazy Eye finally slowed down at the entrance of an old building, and looked up. It was the size of a twenty-
- five story building, and it was cloaked in orange. It was cracked and aged. The only windows showed
- nothing but darkness inside. Strangely, the entrance had no doors, allowing the night to seep in like several
- twilight snakes. Crazy Eye slipped in, Umbra and Kurlak closely following him. Several paths sprouted
- around, and a staircase was a few feet ahead of the group. He looked up at the stairs that led far up. He
- blinked. Suddenly, he darted up the stairs in a flash, leaving Kurlak and Umbra behind. His cybernetic
- armor had gifted him with strength and speed far from that of normal humans. Within a few moments, Crazy
- Eye was already at the top floor, leaving Umbra and Kurlak to climb. Crazy Eye walked straight forward. He
- came to a door. It was nothing special, made out of bamboo. Crazy Eye carefully pushed the door. He
- looked in, and he got nothing of what he suspected.
- Carnage bathed the walls. The room was rather wide, and corpses littered the room, their eyes wide with
- surprise. Blood spread the corners of the room like a wet, scarlet blanket. Some of the carcasses had been
- crushed, others torn in half. They all had one distinguishing feature;
- Claw marks.
- Colossal claw marks.
- They were still bleeding, so it was clear their death was recent. Crazy Eye's face appeared astonished, and
- he dashed through the room. Finally, he came to the end of the room. A pale faced man, still alive,
- crouched in the corner. Crazy Eye's real eye danced angrily, and he dashed and picked the pale faced man
- by the neck. Then he spoke. His voice was a deep hiss, enough to penetrate a full grown man.
- "What happened?"
- The pale faced man stammered, unclear what to say.
- "Tell me!" Crazy Eye roared.
- "Tthe Dddoom... iit escaped!" he managed to spit out, trying to avert his gaze from the red eye.
- Crazy Eye's red eye flashed in extreme anger. A gleam of hatred seemed to shoot out of Crazy Eye like a
- bullet. "I left a twoscore of Silverguards to guard this specific room, and over half the Silverblaze army to
- guard this entire place! How in Hells name did it escape!?" He glared the pale faced man furiously, writhing
- inside. The pale faced man could not say anything more. Crazy Eye dropped him to the ground and turned,
- facing at the wall. Crazy Eye sighed.
- "I have no room for fools... spectacular failures, if you will, in my army." His voice was cool, but cold and
- threatening as well. He suddenly turned towards the pale faced man, who had got up but was shaking
- uncontrollably. Crazy Eye pulled out a gray gun, fizzing with electricity. This was his gun of choice, called
- the Lightning Pistol. It fired intense blasts of electricity at its targets, and spikes decorated it's front.
- "Die." he growled.
- A blast of lightning erupted from the gun, going straight through the man. The pale faced man collapsed to
- the ground, and spasms erupted in his body. Crazy Eye stood, watching him sadistically as the man's body
- jerked and convulsed violently, shaking and dancing, electricity erupting from his hair and mouth. The pale
- faced man's eyes seemed to burn out, but he continued jerking with extreme violence, like a hound shaking
- a piglet. Letting his gun cool off first, Crazy Eye charged up his gun a second time, then zapped him again
- with cruel intentions. The jerks suddenly stopped, and one shockwave traveled through the man's body,
- throwing it up. The man, or what was the man, collapsed burnt, one eye half open without light, staring
- directly at the ground. He was dead. At the same instant, Kurlak and Umbra entered the room, not at all
- astonished by their commander's cruelty.
- "What are you looking at? Get to work and clean this up." Crazy Eye snarled at the duo. Instantly, they
- rushed inside the room, and started they pulled out their own guns to start destroying the corpses and
- clearing the blood. Crazy Eye walked away. Then he looked up. "A new era will dawn soon," he hissed to
- himself. No one noticed him silently leap out the window, landing on the leaves below. They crumpled
- harshly under his massive feet, and the soil and dirt retreated.
- "Yes... my era." He began the trek to Silverblaze, spitting with contempt on the leaves.
- Darkness hung among the lonely out grounds of Crazy Eye's hideout. The gatekeeper, Spearhand, stood
- motionless, afraid. The sounds of the night were catching up to him, and the familiar, friendly roar of the
- inside was nowhere to be heard. Suddenly, the shadows stirred. Spearhand held the spear firmly, as not to
- let himself off guard.
- "Wwho goes there?" he stammered to the night. A shadowy figure approached him, holding a staff. His
- shape was hidden by the shadows, and his staff blended perfectly with the starless, and moonless night.
- Spearhand held the spear across the entrance, feeling a new confidence.
- "You shall not pass, intruder. Go back, or"
- He was suddenly cut off by a huge hand grasping his spear. A spin knocked Spearhand to his knees, and
- the spear was wrenched from his grasp with a powerful jerk. It disappeared into the shadows, but
- Spearhand heard it collapse woodenly a few feet away. The figure sighed deeply.
- "Spearhand, it's me, Rigguz." Spearhand instantly looked up and recognized his fiery eyes boring into him.
- "Sso sorry, Commander Rigguz!" he stammered. The fire vanished completely from Rigguz's eyes as he
- rolled them, and helped him up. Spearhand looked at Rigguz.
- "Yyou're not going to kill me?" he asked, stuttering.
- "Of course not." came the reply. "You think too much Crazy Eye. I've learned that if you treat your soldiers
- badly, they desert you, or they die from your harsh ways. Come, there won't be any trouble tonight." he
- explained.
- "If you say, Commander..." Spearhand said nervously. "That is, unless you want trouble?" Rigguz touched
- him with a catlike playfulness, yet Spearhand still shook. He seemed traumatized by Crazy Eye. They
- walked across the Waterway, a path with fresh water flowing down it until he came to the Gates, where it
- vanished into the postwar station of the Great Underground Legion. With a single push of his staff, the
- gates were thrust open, and Rigguz and Spearhand walked into the base.
- A twisting black hallway led to a giant door, and happy sounds filled the air. Rigguz heaved open the
- towering door with little effort. Commotion roared in the Meeting Room of Crazy Eye's base. Soldiers
- bashed wine together, drinking themselves stupid. Some staggered around tables, incoherently yelling at
- the top of their lungs. Others simply sipped wine, watching the drunk soldiers with amusement. Either way,
- they were excited about the coming party.
- WHAM!
- The door flew open. The voice of Rigguz rung out.
- "Silence, please."
- Instantly, the soldiers froze, all except for one extremely drunk one. He staggered up to Rigguz, twitching.
- "You..." he said, slurring.
- He turned and vomited. One of his pupils seemed to roll about in his eye. This particular skinny soldier was
- known as Hibba. He was a puny thing, even smaller than Spearhand. He had no skills, no combat skills,
- nothing. His only excelling point was to drink himself to the point where his brainly functions were
- annihilated. He turned back to Rigguz. "Come on, you... Hic, want to... fight? Hic!" He belched, and the
- soldiers had no chance to stop him as he clumsily and slowly attempted to slug him in the stomach. Rigguz
- flipped him on his back, and put his staff on his stomach as to assure he would not get back up for "another
- round," as the Silverblazers called it.
- "Thankfully, this was the only one this time. If there's one thing I hate more, it's a drunken Silverblazer." He
- shook his head.
- "Redflash, take this one to the medic." he instructed, pointing at a red and silver armored soldier. The
- scowling Hibba was pulled out of the room, and from the volley of curses shot out from the room he was
- obviously none to happy about it. Rigguz held his staff for silence.
- Rigguz Verdanse was a medium sized figure, and was Crazy Eye's right hand man. He, along with Kurlak,
- Umbra, and Redflash, were the only ones Crazy Eye respected as not just soldiers, but friends. They went
- a long way back, him and Crazy Eye. He wore a fancy black hat with a yellow feather of a tropical bird on it.
- He held a staff, and a sparkling silver cutlass was tucked into a small sheath. Light glinted off the brown and
- gray uniform he wore. His face was not at all like Crazy Eye. It was stable, and young looking. He actually
- looked human. He was nothing like Crazy Eye, as he knew he treated his soldiers no better than rotting
- multicolored molerats. This way, he kept his army in check behind his back. He could be a brute though. In
- battle, he was merciless, always hunting down his enemy until it was dead, and was obedient to Crazy Eye
- to the end.
- "I've heard there has been a lot of trouble from you recently. You all know the upcoming party." he said, with
- fake sadness in his voice. He pulled a dramatic face. The soldiers looked among themselves.
- Rigguz's voice suddenly became more harsh. "And that is why ALL of you are..."
- He froze. The soldiers did too, and for a split second there was complete silence.
- "...are going to the party." Rigguz finished.
- Leaning on his staff, he accepted the wild cheers of drunken soldiers and otherwise sober Silverguards and
- soldiers.
- "Enough, enough." he said after several minutes of cheering. "What can I say? It wouldn't be a party if it
- weren't for wild ruffians as yourself. Get prepared. Don't get too drunk, and don't kill each other. Remember
- that, because tomorrow is strict duty." Slowly the cheers and applause faded to silence.
- "Alright then. Get back to duty." Rigguz nodded. The army broke up, splitting to the several jobs each
- soldier was assigned to. The base of Crazy Eye went busy once more.
- Chapter 2: Memories
- My name is Rowan Stonewelle. Everything was taken from me. My family. My belongings. My life. Ever
- since that bomb attack, I've had no family. I question my existence. Luck. Why I'm here. Why is there such
- things? Why IS there life? So many unanswered questions...
- Explosions. Ruin. Flames licking at the sky, in an eternal struggle to dominate all of its surroundings. The
- sky was unnaturally red, the very color of death itself. A black void. A toddler, sitting amidst all of the
- destruction. His tiny body trembled, his eyes fixed to the unknown, his little brain unable to comprehend to
- destruction around him. Flames surrounded him. Charred debris and corpses fell, and planes flew above,
- each with a new bomb of destruction. The toddler was hapless as fate toyed with him, ravaging him,
- scarring him for life. Blood littered the scorched ground, and it sparkled gruesomely and brilliantly in the red
- night.
- "Mommy?" the child asked unknowingly. His father was already dead, his mother darting for him, narrowly
- escaping death from flames. It all happened faintly, as though in a breeze. The child was scooped up by his
- mother, and he felt himself darting through the air. Running. Flames as far as the eye could see, there was
- no end to the destruction, no escape. The child wailed silently, as his mother reassured him. The child felt
- himself whooshed through the air as his mother made a sudden turn. It almost seemed as it would all burst
- up and consume him. Then he felt himself falling. And then darkness.
- But almost instantly the child woke up, his mother trembling on his knees. The child's eyes went up. The
- tallest, most sinister figure stood before him. It looked like a normal human, but the truth overshadowed the
- very pits of hell. The figure knelt down, sinister eyes boring deep into the child's soul.
- "Mortals. No use for mortals."
- It's voice was deep, almost snakelike. It pulled out a silver spiked gun that fizzled with electricity. One finger
- rested on the trigger. Instantly the mother dived in front.
- "Leave my child alone, you monster." she growled. The dark figure looked at the lady. "You think you can
- protect yourself. You're wrong." The mother swiped up the baby and ran like a mound of snakes were
- chasing her. The figure growled, then pursued. Winding turns confused the child, and even though the
- world was a fiery blur, he could focus his eyes on the figure. A sudden turn marked the end of the chase,
- and the child hit the dirty ground. Confused, he tried to stand up, but his frail legs would not support him,
- and he collapsed. There he he saw his mother conflicting with the figure. A hard kick to the mother's face
- sent her flying to the ground. The hostile figure laughed and stepped forwards. He wasn't prepared for the
- sudden counter attack. Though it burnt her hand, the mother had picked up a fistful of ember and flung it
- into the man's face. They hit his left eye, burning it through and causing the man to fall, clutching his eye.
- Roaring in pain, he collapsed. The child could only watch as the figure's anger picked up, and he advanced
- on the child's mother. He pulled out a blue sword, made of pure plasma that shone unusually in the red sky
- and inferno. It cut right through her hands. Blood sprayed onto the ground, child, and on the figure. The
- mother collapsed, stunned and bleeding. The figure forcefully grabbed her, and her screams were like
- music to his ears. A maniacal smile crept onto his features, and he forced her into the fire. The child could
- see the shady outlines of the two, as his mother writhed and struggled, her screams of agony piercing the
- night. The struggles slowly stopped and the mother was tossed to the ground. The boy would never forget
- it. Her faced was charred, eyeless, and burnt. It smoked and glowed, the flesh twisted into unimaginable
- positions. It was just long enough for the fire to suddenly pick up. The figure was useless as flames
- wrapped around him. He spat, and leaped off, as flames licked up and blocked view of him. A swirling void
- of red and orange surrounded the boy. Then everything went blurred. It all seemed to be growing further
- and further away. It all vanished with a crack, then darkness hit.
- Rowan woke suddenly. He was back in reality. A throbbing headache pounded at him like a mallet. He held
- his head, and turned over.
- "Rowan." a voice beckoned him. Startled, Rowan whipped around, and clumsily fell off the side of the bed.
- He lifted his head from the dusty floor, dazed. He found himself staring up into the face of a large man with
- short brown hair.
- "Gorbo? What are you doing here?" he asked the figure, still half dazed. Gorbo Jones, the old, but capable
- leader of his Resistance offered his hand and helped Rowan up. "Well then, soldier, you ready for another
- day?" Gorbo asked. Rowan nodded. Rowan was a boy of 19, still in training. He had light, blue eyes like
- twin sprites, and his spiked hair was black. His entire family had been killed in a bombing, and Gorbo had
- found him when he was still young. What was most distinguishable was the long, permanent scar on his
- right arm.
- Gorbo looked out of his room and out into the hallway. The rooms were nothing special, a bed with a large
- blanket, a clock above the doorway, and a glassy, crystal window. Several rooms littered the hall., and a
- door at the end of the hall led to the Main Room. Gorbo looked at Rowan.
- "You ready?" Rowan gave him a nod, and they walked off to the doorway. The Main Room was a very busy
- place glass pathways led to split paths, elevators went down, up, to separate rooms, and the glass door
- led outside. The place was massive, it was located in the Northern Unions, in the ruins of a place formerly
- known as Canada and the United States of America. Most of the world had since been taken over by a
- massive... something. Some whispered rumors amongst ruined countries, a Sentai. One thing was the
- certain though. It's name...
- Was simply the Devourer.
- The two countries, realizing the potential threat, had merged together to create a massive country, known
- as the Northern Unions. A good amount of time passed, and most of the colossal country had been
- dominated. Several small groups had been created to oppose the threats. Gorbo had founded his army as
- one of the groups.
- "Never gets old." Rowan nodded his head. Trudging towards the massive glass doors, he heaved them
- open and went outside. It was an arid, flourishing forest. Sunlight flowed in and life exploded in the emerald
- grass the soldiers walked in. It was a hot day, not quite blazing, but definitely not cool. Rowan saw his best
- friend, Mike, or Michael Schubert, playing in the grass. Walking over, Mike immediately pounced on him like
- a leopard. He was Rowan's age, and had sleek, flat blonde hair. He was rarely seen not smiling, and made
- a joy out of all that came. Rowan chuckled as he fell, cushioned by the soft grass.
- "Hey." Rowan greeted. Mike helped him up. "Hayo!" he shouted with glee. Rowan made a silence gesture
- with his hand. "Oh shush. You keep screaming like that, all the birds will fly from their nests. So whats
- happening?" Mike shrugged.
- "Oh, disassembling some sticks, wacking some dandelions, making a list of stupids and potential future
- targets." Why?" Before Rowan could continue, another friend of his interrupted. Crystal Sheve, the medic in
- training, stepped between him and Mike. Rowan was startled.
- "Uh? Oh, Crystal, it's you." Crystal laughed. "Of course. What are you lollipops doing?" Rowan blushed
- slightly, and Mike simply rolled his eyes. "Oh nothing. Want to join us?" Crystal grinned. "Sure! But do
- remember, preparations for our first mission is set!" She gleefully hopped at the thought. Rowan nodded.
- "Yeah... I almost forgot." Crystal puckered her lips in curiosity. "This is the big day and you almost forgot?
- Why?" Rowan shrugged and looked and Mike. "This isn't training anymore. Less free time, and for once, a
- real possibility of dying. But other than that, it's going to be a blast!" Crystal hopped joyfully. "Alright then!"
- The three continued the chat for a while, so long they didn't realize the sun beginning to set. And as they
- thought war was going to be nothing more than big playtime... no one knew of the threat approaching.
- Chapter 3: Ambush
- The spiked, metal wheels of the Boar vehicles advanced through the mud and dirt, with not so much as a
- road to drive on. All of them had deteriorated since Mexico had been obliterated. Half an hour, Silverblazers
- drove the armed war machines through the rough ground, traction poor but spirits high. Finally, after what
- seemed centuries, they finally glanced the lights of the massive bar, called Guns 'N Glory. It seemed to
- beckon them, and like flies to a lantern, they drove mindlessly towards the bar. It was obscure, hidden by
- the massive Zanbai Jungle, but regular customers included Crazy Eye and his army. Finally the whirring
- wheels stopped spinning, and the engines seemed to groan as the Boars halted. Crazy Eye was the first to
- rise.
- "Alright, you rotted carcasses, come on!" he yelled towards the anxious Silverblazers. A massive roar of
- excitement rose from the crowd like billions of balloons. They leaped out of the vehicles and charged
- towards the bar. The glass doors were heaved open as the soldiers barged into the bar. Hundreds piled,
- hollering and yelling. Rigguz stepped forwards, to the bartender.
- "Seats for... eh, the entire Silverblaze army." The bartender, Charlie and Karri, nodded. "Come on in!" they
- shouted in unison. The large crowd took a seat, ordering drinks at a speedy rate. Wine, beer, champagne,
- ale, and the sort was chugged down by Silverblazers across the massive structure. Hibba, who had been
- bouncing in anticipation, got his hands on handfuls of alcohol. He let out a massive cheer, and swiftly
- quaffed his refreshments. Before long, he was a stuttering mess, slobbering and downing his beverages
- noisily and clumsily. In another corner of the room, Kurlak downed drinks as fast as he could.
- "Yeehaw! This is the life!" Umbra watched with no emotion, simply pushing her complimentary drink
- towards a Silverblazer, which was indiscriminately slurped by a Silverblazer. Rigguz watched in amusement
- as several soldiers swigged their drinks as fast as lightning. He casually sipped his wine, savoring the taste.
- Crazy Eye, beside Redflash, drunk faster than Kurlak and Hibba combined. He pounded wildly at the table,
- roaring and screaming.
- "My drinks! Give them! GIVE THEM!" His system had rendered him a special kind of drunk, his senses
- dulled and his mind seething. He would only drink, drink, drink until the party was over. More drinks were
- passed, and in a few seconds, tossed to the ground, emptied. One of the drunken soldiers sneakily
- attempted to slip one of his drinks like an idiot. His neck was snapped and he dropped limply to the floor,
- never to drink again. No one was surprised; there was always bound to be some fatalities. Meanwhile,
- Hibba drunkenly dragged himself to Rigguz's direction. He let out a loud burp, drawing Rigguz's attention.
- "Oh, please. You again?" He slowly armed his staff. Hibba let out a complete bunch of babble, not able to
- be distinguished from actual language, then let out a sound that sounded like someone pushed a red hot
- iron stick into a toad. He stepped towards Rigguz.
- "You! We.. we... hic, are not don.... hic, with our... hic... thingy. Hic!" The words sounded as if someone was
- talking while choking on a needle. He raised his fist, then attempted to punch Rigguz. He didn't even flinch,
- for Hibba's fist collided with an iron bar, not even close to his target. He let out a scream, though he
- sounded like he was gargling acid. His tongue lolled out, saliva dribbling out like rain, then his eyes rolled
- behind his head and he collapsed. Rigguz simply turned as if the event had never happened. Wild roars
- continued to erupt from the crowd, and for an entire hour the sounds persisted. Crazy Eye had drunk so
- much, everyone was now an entire meter away from him. His flesh eye was as red as his cybernetic eye,
- and he mindlessly shot everything with his Lightning Pistol. One of the bolts nearly hit Charlie, though he
- was luckier than some of the other Silverblazers. Everything was good as beer... for the time being.
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