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ciel capricorn
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Pizza, short for Pizomero, was hiding in the plaza, away from the angels who were chasing him down with swords more deadly than the imagination could think of, and with wings to carry them swiftly around and for the kill. The angels lied. When they first came upon the earth, they were said to be "God-sent" and not the other way around. Pizza was pretty certain that God would not want people to be murdered for no apparent reason. But there they were, surrounding him, beautiful women who had only one goal: to kill the people in the town of Berdo, because the people of Berdo were the real angels. Yes, Berdoans had wings, too! And hearts as pure as... uh... doves?
Sadly, Pizomero hasn't seen any sign of his wings sprouting out of his back or something yet, so he was running, hiding, slashing at the "angels" with a crowbar he found lying about. It was of no help at all, so there he was, feet sore, wounds bleeding, head aching, wishing he didn't have to go through all this anymore, wishing he'd die or something.
But look, people are with him in the plaza, and they are fighting. He should fight, too!
Sadly, Pizomero hasn't seen any sign of his wings sprouting out of his back or something yet, so he was running, hiding, slashing at the "angels" with a crowbar he found lying about. It was of no help at all, so there he was, feet sore, wounds bleeding, head aching, wishing he didn't have to go through all this anymore, wishing he'd die or something.
But look, people are with him in the plaza, and they are fighting. He should fight, too!