it's winter here '-) it's cold, windy, rainy, and... *sneeze* and the dream-born thingy won't leave me alone. characters getting themselves names? how about codenames? he is Matrix. the only surviving subject of a military experiment gone terribly wrong - or terribly right. the last word of mind-bending technique in the honed body of a soldier. rusty green eyes. custom-made shades. denim and leather. he's brilliant, and immoral, and paranoid, and loyal... *pet* and he's prowling around here, lacking but claws to shred the "Play with him" line. what would he do to a person who called him a 'poor child'? off you run, boy... in all that story one - 1 - man is sane, and even he has his doubts. maybe it will just walk away, eh?.. Tags: good idea, story mood: calm sound: Picnic - The inquisitor
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