The GYM: Reminiscent memory's.
Three.
Three years, close to four to be precise. Those years have been long and lonely, pure and utter isolation of both matter and mind.
[i]Three.
Three years, close to four to be precise. Those years have been long and lonely, pure and utter isolation of both matter and mind.
silence does not come without the price of mental stability. Depression gloom over every day, separation of any outer things, but why would one want to make themselves suffer like so? Maybe a punishment sent by their own force. But slowly, they approach back into society, a creeping, grueling traverse back into the reality of others, maybe the internal cold shall be warmed by the empathy of others? And who even is this stranger of silence? His name, reminiscent forgetful memories of the past. Others remember as the bane of their existence…
Zane Thomas Mayhew, A.K.A ‘’Reperzell the snakipede’’ was regarded as a hateful spirit. Constant violence, hateful intent every waking second of his life, the ending result was always the same: A defeat. This only grew his burning rage for the people he despised, even his only few friends began to question Zane’s mental stability. With every single loss, death, or even a slight wrong twist of the head. His rage begun to grow. His persona, Omukade didn’t help either, for it was [and still is] a gruesome beast of pure murder and slaughter...It almost seemed that the monster controlled his creator. This centipede monstrosity may have caused more chaos then Zane himself, but I digress. After the constant internal struggling of his social life crumbling and his mentality, slowly crippling away...there was practically no other choice than solitude, away from the people that harm himself or others. These three years have finally come to a close, and thanks to the cold warning him to the new years, it may just be a better time than any to return than any. The road was a long one, but finally...back at the place where it started it all[...The GYM. So many memories locked in this large attire, to the countless doors being kicked down, the endless adrenaline rushing battles that commenced...and Eito, the last friend Zane lost. A new set of doors seemed to be in place as well. But anyway, with one single push of the 7’3’s man’s hands, the doors slide open...and up came a tidal wave of nostalgia.
''...Now, 'et's see who's 'ere, eh?''