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They called it The Peoples Elbow. Harnessed by the ancient Samoans in the deepest jungle of Hawaii. It was passed down through the generations to the one who passed the trials and tribulations of hunger, thrust and death at every corner. Its power was derived from the aura of warriors who stood from peace and justice. Now it was going to be used to decimate the enemy that sought to destroy Team Gratitude. You stand at the top of the west tower as you fight enemy after enemy soldier but your main focus was the man you had just given a message too. You watch as time slows all around you and the large hulking muscular man with his back to you walking towards the edge of the west tower of The Basteel fortress; he had dark sunshades on, a tattoo of a bull’s head on his arm, a large golden belt slung over his shoulder. He reaches for the microphone in his right pocket; he tilts his head up and put the microphone and says “FINALLY. THE ROCK AS COME BACK TO LAYETH THE SMACK DOWN FOR THE PEOPLE!” everyone’s attention, be it enemy and ally were entranced by his voice. The Rock took both hands in and formed a fist but with both index fingers pointing out and like a conductor he swing both muscular arms left and right opposite to each other and then threw his body down with the intent to use his elbow to smash the grown. With that it caused massive seismic activity that threw you along with enemy and ally off their feet. As the dust settled you rise, shaking your head from being dazed after falling from The Rocks powerful move known as The Peoples Elbow. As you look up a hand is reach out to you. “Get your ass up jabroni we got whole lot of smack down to lay all over their candy asses, oh and thanks for fave and one more thing IF YEAH SMELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL WHAT THE ROCK IS COOKIN” says The Rock as you reach for his hand to help you up. A another man appears beside The Rock, he was medium built, wearing a beautifully decorated vest with ivory colored long sleeve shirt, tight dark pants, silver like sandals and a large pistol in one hand that leaned on his shoulder. “That was quite the performance my dear Rock, now let’s fall back to the court yard where plot will really thicken. EVERYONE FALL BACK TO THE COURT YARD!” yelled Baltheir. The other members of Team Gratitude ran back as the enemy pushed after them.
Meanwhile outside, just a distance from the Basteel Mobis made his way through each enemy soldier that attacked him. None were on par with his fighting ability but he made sure to disarm and knock out each enemy without killing them. He finally made his way to his objective. He finally made his way to the leader of the enemy that was attacking Team Gratitude. The leader was dressed and looked more eccentric then the other soldiers near him. His skin is Caucasian and hairless. His arms were bare and massively hulking. He wore a black vest with metallic lining; his muscular massive legs were draped in black camouflage pants with boots black and glossy. He towered over the other soldiers but what made him the most intimidating was his head. It was bald with pulsating veins. His mouth and nose where encased by an elaborate contraption. There were six steel teeth like cylinders on the upper and lower part of where his mouth was. It looked like a bear trap crossed with a gasmask. General Bane they called him. “Tell Mr. Nest? What was Lisa’s last words?” said General Bane. The question had surged a rage inside Mobis; the likes of which if it were fire would burn everything around him to cinder. Mobis clench his fist and punched the right side of banes face so hard that Bane’s skin slit open and streaked out a little blood. General Bane put his hand to his wound and looked at the blood in shock. In all his life, no human being at ever made him bleed with one strike. With that General Bane engaged Mobis in mortal combat.

You cover your nose to ward off the stench of rotting corpses that were piled along side the walls of the sewage passageway. There was so many bodies and the more you seen the more you thought to wonder if you would be joining the body pile up. “Don’t be afraid, we will save many more from dying” said a voice. You look to your side to find a tall man with a long pistol to his side. His hair was slicked back; he had intricate ear piercings with a beautiful ivory dress shirt that was tucked neatly under a navy blue vest with gorgeous golden patterns on his vest. His navy blue bottoms went well with his gold and bronze sandals. His name was Baltheir, one of many members of the resistance group known as team gratitude. His words help boost your confidence while lowering your fears of your demise. “Mobis, how much longer?” asked Balthier. Mobis-New-Nest, that name would be forever be engraved in your mind. It all began with a simple fave in a gallery that lead to a “Thank you for the fav’ that now spiraled into a quest, a quest to stop the evil dark lord I.R. Baboon, Dr. Nefarious and General Bane. “Two minuets” said Mobis who moved ahead of you and Baltheir. “I think I’m gonna throw up” you say. The smell had become to much for your stomach, even with covering your nose and breathing in and out of your mouth still didn't help. "Here chew on this, it will help with the nausea" said Baltheir. He hands you a piece of ginger root and you chew it without hesitation. The taste was bitter and burning but it was better then the smell of rotting death you were inhaling just moments ago. The nausea passes. "Thank you" you say to Baltheir and he gives you a wink and a smile. "We're here" said Mobis. All three of you stand in front of a vault door where Mobis goes near a side panel, he presses the button and says a aloud numbers. The vault door clicks and opens with a suction sound. On the other side a middle aged man with glasses and mustache awaited. He had a trench coach on with a police badge on the front. "I assumed you dead but it's dame good to see you" said the man with the badge. Him and Mobis exchanged a hand shake as so did Baltheir. "So this The Deviant huh? Doesn't look much like a chosen one" said the man with badge as he looks at you "HEY! I'm tough, I can fight, you wanna try me?" you say offended by his remark towards you. "Save the anger for the battlefield rookie, Gordan this is The Deviant and chosen one, this one is tougher then you think but right now we need all the help we can get, we're taking Bane head on" said Mobis "Then I'll get started on making your funeral arrangements" replied Gordan the man with the badge "Come again?" "You saw the bodies right? Those were descent living people once, men and woman who thought they can could make a difference by standing up and fighting and where are they now? Dead." "We can bring an end to all this" interjected Baltheir "You guys want to go on suicide mission then be my guest, right now I need to focus on one thing and that's keeping what men and woman I have left alive" "But for how long? You think you can hide forever? Look at you Gordan, you look like you haven't slept much and eaten much at all. How long before the food ration runs out? How long till Bane get's control of the water? If he can't get to you he will starve you out" said Mobis. "I can't help you" replied Gordan "Alright let's go" said Mobis "No wait! You said I don't look much like the chosen one huh? Well from here you don't look like much of a fighter. Next time look at yourself before looking down on others" you say to Gordan. All three of you leave and are silent while heading back to the Basteel as the hour of battle nearly approaches.