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 Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 11:45 am
Akira was hobbling through the desert leaning on the hilt of his long katana. He was breathing heavily, sand and dust overed most of his body and face. His sunglasses were cracked and he had an exhausting look on his face. "Wa....Water....water...." He mubmled as he was limping into the endless void of sand.
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Posted: Wed May 31, 2006 1:51 pm
Akira limped about 20 feet then fell foward and struggled to move his arms and legs, and began to crawl on his belly. Judging by his anemic appearance he hadn't had anything to eat or drink for several days. He continued to crawl carrying his sword in it's scabbard in one hand. After a few moments he flipped over on his back and pulled a canteen out of one of his item pouches. He slowly opened it, a single drop of water leaked out of it onto his blistered lips. He then tossed his canteen aside and stared at the sky and clouds.
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