Lungs became the binary news of the polluted city. The garbage was the tyranny of blame, and the minds trembled with phantoms as a parasite Intimacy.
False downtown: K2 walks with plastic as the protective fabrics, stepping on dirt path that is smooth, with crinkles of sewage and rats civilize. The sun was the dark filtered camera of the wasteland day, an orange death and a twilight of roaming chemicals.
K2 walks and turns to the right, with each cotton silver footwear, to an arsenal shop.
Arsenal shop: It rotated with sounds of toxic songs and gears that scream. Generators maintained infectious parasite spores from spreading, that are desperate mutations of stitched minds and bleeding veins, which are the parasites. A wilderness of items and heavy metal of longing sweats, Where the shops attribute.
K2 reaches forward with his thick fabricated left hand and gloves, ringing a gagging audio.
K2 leans to the door knob. Opens and enters the fence door. Behind him was the bustling anxious souls of retro markets, and to his side was the blues of breathing constructed foam, inthe arsenal shop. The calculative goggles that clothes K2's eyes reflected a fair average of familiar buyers and workers.
K2 breathes with each delayed blink. The relieving cold air inthe Arsenal shop commited by the gas Inverters felt fresh. The air inside contrasted the outside air of a sigh of apocalypse and Weeping pollution, that became the guilt of wombs of rewritten fungus And the Parasites That obsessively love hearts and minds, only to pour hitches of alcohol Splooges. They birthed from filth, the parasites. And Adapted to depression and graphic personnel.
K2 leans to one of the workers, who dances his head to the Smooth jazz tune Inthe shop. K2 clicks to the workers interest to speak.
Worker: why, hello customer. My name is "Synopsis-Clanten"of the arsenal shop. What may you be looking for inthis arsenal shop?
Powders and guns ringed from respective formations, and Interests that brought caresses. Words filled the cold air of relief. And gas masks unclothed from mouths and nostrils, FINALLY touching rest in these slow minutes and hours inthe Arsenal shop.
"I am looking for a weapon. A weapon that disintegrates or causes parasites trauma, and Harm to the nerves. Something to target a stage 1 or 2 Parasite."
K2 describes using hand gestures to emphasize his words..
Worker-Synopsis-Clanten: Ah! Yes, a turbulence of interest? must be your first time to try a weapon, yes? Usually Woman come here to buy our latest Blades of chronic Affair, and Silicon+Sulfer bombs(although the bombs are still in operation and Innovation). And man love guns and Screaming Ammos.
K2 nods to the peaks of the Worker-synopsis-clanten.K2's heart pulses. His expectation rising and formality engaged as a customer.
"I am trying for the parasite runner association Exams(PRA- exams), to become a Legal Parasite Officer. I just registered by the way."
K2 opens up slightly, his casual display unfolding. A small smile pledged on his lips, and rested shoulders evident in small talk and negotiation as he talks more.
PRA-exams: An academy And business that offers exams For Youth or Middle aged Individuals, to register and become one of the most important Candidates inthe system, Inthis thickly smog of anxiety. It works with military And avater manipulation corporations, to give parasites destruction to implement public safety. And to collect fungus snd spores which are the wombs of the threats. Collecting the fungus and spores for integration and profit For economic margins.
Worker-synopsis-clantent: Yes! Yes! yes! I see the blaze. The bravery and courage of risk. This is a middle class Arsenal shop, yet under one of the 50 Best classes of material and the Development of materials and Architecture of weapons. So for your request, you came to the right place. now follow me.
The worker turns his back on K2 as K2 follows. The path watches them on both sides.
K2 and The worker, lean Near a row of types of guns and Weapons. They turn left near cold generators And to an appealing stretching Volt.
The worker opens an organ of bottle material and pulls out a middle class gun that causes Cancer To the parasites. In the workers first view it appeard with vintage perfume, as the worker pulls it towards himself with a Coded thread.
The worker looks back at K2, With a serious face a contrast to his enthusiastic bravado. The eyes on his face lowered slightly.
Worker- synopsis-clanten: To tell you something customer. The PRA-exams are a first person crumbling survival. You will only be set to the WOUNDED tasks by yourself. The points for achievement you will gain will not be through groups or teams. Because the city needs Focused responsibility. This Weapon here, Is just what you need. In all the tasks and trials... you will be ALONE.
The caressing lights blink punctuating the workers words.