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It was nice to have down time once and a while. When Prompto wasn't going around shooting various creatures and completely losing his sanity in Nexus, he actually took time to take pictures. Back in Insomnia, his friends saw him as an avid photographer who took pictures of the scenary, his firends or hell. There were even pictures of himself moments before a creature smacked him across the ground. Prompto always enjoyed those photos. They brought out memories which eased his anxieties and refreshed his thoughts. It was a good wake up call when things became too grim. Now that Prompto really thought about it, he hasn't taken any pictures of Nexus at all. Maybe he could photograph some of the scenary or various creatures but where to start. Right now, Prompto was walking through a park. His camera was in his hands and his eyes scanned for something to inspire him.

[By literate I mean 4+ descriptive lines that aren't just dialogue and can actually forward the plot. I will harshly remind those who don't comply!] <br> <br> Niflheim had not been a pleasant experience for Prompto. He's been dragged rugged both mentally and physically to the point where he could no longer find the strength to carry on. But he managed. He managed on a mere whim that somewhere far away from him, Noctis needed him. The Prince of Lucius need his friend... That said friend was, of course in a cliche turn of events, an MT. A weapon of Niflheim meant to destroy his best friend's dear country. <br> <br> Time did no healing for Prompto seeing as the young man constantly railed himself on this fact over and over again. No amount of reassuring words healed his wounds because he refused to listen to them. But now was the time for that. Once Prompto was away from the main group, he went searching out for answers in the cold foreign lands near the first MT factory. While running through the snowy and rough terrain, he stumbled among a body buried in the snow amongst dead bodies of MTs. Panicked, he trudged over the body and checked for a pulse, if any. &quot;Hey!? You doin' alright there? Hang on buddy!&quot;

*cocks gun* OPERATION KICK ASS START