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Powerful creatures call Karzo lurked and hunted in these lands. Beasts so powerful they could tear a body to shreds in seconds.
Yet somehow humanity managed to survive. Villages start to spring up here and there, then mining became popular. Cashes of iron, coal, bronze, abd gold were found in the sides of hills and small mountains. With all this ore humanity rose up from the mud and water of the ground and took to the skies creating floating cities. These cities housed the worlds most elite people's from billionaires to politicians, and for them life was good.
For the less well off they were forced to stay in the muck and mud of the wetlands. Though these people were not without defence from the monsters of this world. Weapons were made to fight the Karzo, and soon enough they too carved out a place in this world.
Now people called Hunters take on jobs to protect people from Karzo, as well as help transport good to the cities.
It is here where our story behind, with one such hunter.
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The hunter was cold and had just finished a job protecting a high ranking city dweller who was heading back home. It was an easy job but a long one. He collected his payment and went to the nearest bar, a small place dug into the side of a hill.
The hunter walked in and took a seat. The inside was pretty empty save from two other guys who were listen to the radio, and the bar keeper.
"One hot ale please." The hunter spoke and paid the bar keeper.
The two near the radio were listening to some high up big shot from one of the main corporations in the city talk about how he's found a way to to wipe out the Karzo for good.
The hunter god up, walked over, and switched station to some annoying pop song "Much better." He said and went back to his drink.
"Hey asshole we're listening to that!" One of the thugs called out, he looked pretty pissed off.
"Yeah and I'm listening to this, so shut up and mind your manners." The hunter said before he brought the pint to his mask, the mouth piece opening.
Both of the thugs walked over and got on either side of him. "Think your hot shit huh? Just because you're wearin a stupid mask you think you can just waltz in here and do what you want?" One asked.
The hunter just continued to drink.
"What you think this is fuckin funny!" He went to grab the mans glass.
*WHAM!* The hunter grabbed the back of the thugs head and slammed it into the bar.
Thug was rolled on the ground as his nose started to gush blood "You bastard you broke my goddamn nose!"
"Leave me alone or I'll break more then just your nose."
"Fuck you!" The other thug grabbed the pint and soon found himself with a broken arm as the hunter punched his elbow hard, the joint snapping.
"Thank you for the drink." He got up and went back into the rain looking for an inn and a store to buy more supplies.