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December 26, 2282 on a frosty mountain ridge a young man stamps down the last shovel of soil to bury his mother & adopted father. The air is sharp as bitter winter knives to cut at his cheeks & ears but the survivor labors on to rummage through the belongings of his fallen family.

Alone now he drags a pack upon his back to stumble on into the dawn of a questionable new day.

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SaintPain TinySaintPainHere to help." 06:41, December 26, 2014 (UTC)