Bescon, Bejarstan, 2006: A man looked out on the streets of Bescon out of his tiny apartment. He looked out on the dark gloomy streets. On these gloomy streets people were begging and eating food from the trash piled on the streets, as they couldn't come up with the money to buy anything to eat . Their skins were wrinkled and stiff due to the Bejari cold and their clothes were worn and torn. They were slim and scrawny due to their lack of food, many having their bones showing. Many were looking at the dark howling Bejari sky, asking what punishment will god give them in the future as they had lost all hope. The buildings were falling apart as well which only contributed to the gloomy downcast attitude of the city. Everyone was extremely despairing and pessimistic in this city. He knew something had to happen, SOMETHING. He told himself, he would fix this. He would do that something. "The New Guard would come, the New Guard would come . Bejarstan would be saved" he thought. Now the question was would he.
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