Colors scattered throughout the shivered blanket piece, those shiny brims were too close to make out being so stale. Funded with cash, they brought to you a withered view of the future. They stood in rows of three, all supported by beams of lighting. They were taken out, fished in the ocean and briskly shaken. Those worlds are pixelated, the mannequins have a purpose in this machine. The fight is harder than you thought, the opposition deadens your attacks with brutal gestures. They are equipped with sharp centered teeth, used to relish in a glorious disfigurement. These fights are for the betterment of you who wish for a better life, those that know what war means.
Contributors- Chris Ballenger