blackdragon1112

The year is 10,080 A.D...... A man sits alone at a bar, nursing a drink, as patrons walk in and out of it. Though he is alone, it's as if he is surrounded by memories of days when he felt alive. "When was it?" He thought to himself. The Limiter had broken long ago...the Dragon rampaged...war upon war upon war had been waged. The face of the man he hated, danced in a distant memory before his eyes. The man who started everything. "That Man...who could forget him?" "You say something, son?" A crusty old bartender, washing his glasses looked at the stranger with long grey hair tied in back, and busted headguard plate that once said "Rock