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<span class="mu-b">I may have recently binged a couple episodes of Gurren Lagann and felt like running something in the same vein. It's hard to say how long I might run it for, but practice makes purpose am I right?</span>
A great deal of time has passed since the adventures of our heroes on the Arc Gurren, the Anti-Spiral War having faded into memories of old. Veterans will have stories that seem almost fantastical to believe as they regale children with how nearly their life perished when the Mugen attacked.
Life has moved on, barreling on as the quest for peace changed to the quest for development.
Our story centers on a young beastman named Peter.
Every day Peter lives his life in monotony as he "attends " his mandatory schooling lessons.
He can't help but find himself drawn to the mountains near his home as the earth beckons to him.
It's in these quiet moments where he secludes himself in the mountains that he feels truly at peace. His thoughts are not intruded by the hustle and bustle of modern life. The crickets are a blissful replacement for the chattering of his peers.
A few years ago, he found a wheelbarrow with some old mining tools, containing various tools, such as a hand drill, some pickaxes, a mining cap, and a shovel.
He particularly took a shine to the hard hat and the shovel.
"The drill is reserved for greater people, and I'm not that great yet. But one day... One day." he reasoned to himself.
Ever since then, he's been spending his time playing hooky from school digging a hole through the mountain. Admittedly, he hasn't made it too far, but he would like to think that it's a fair deal.
As we shift to the present he is shoveling away some more soil from his tunnel when he finds a weird looking rock.
His interested is piqued as he examines it closer. The rock is almost completely smooth save for where he accidently hit it with his shovel.
He lifts the stony orb closer to his face, his hard hat illuminating the dim tunnel.
He puts the stone to his ear and it's almost like you could hear it hum in the palm of his hands.
Peter debates cracking open the stone rock when he hears a distressed shout from the entrance of his tunnel.
He slowly ambles his way out of the tunnel, armed with his shovel as he readies himself for whatever lay on the outside.
Trouble brews as he stares down a boar nipping at the heels of a small child. They've appeared to have climbed into the branches of tree in order to escape the terror of the boar, tears stream down their cheeks as the tree shakes when the boar headbutts it.
>Throw the rock at the boar.
>Attack the boar with your shovel.
>Other?
A great deal of time has passed since the adventures of our heroes on the Arc Gurren, the Anti-Spiral War having faded into memories of old. Veterans will have stories that seem almost fantastical to believe as they regale children with how nearly their life perished when the Mugen attacked.
Life has moved on, barreling on as the quest for peace changed to the quest for development.
Our story centers on a young beastman named Peter.
Every day Peter lives his life in monotony as he "attends " his mandatory schooling lessons.
He can't help but find himself drawn to the mountains near his home as the earth beckons to him.
It's in these quiet moments where he secludes himself in the mountains that he feels truly at peace. His thoughts are not intruded by the hustle and bustle of modern life. The crickets are a blissful replacement for the chattering of his peers.
A few years ago, he found a wheelbarrow with some old mining tools, containing various tools, such as a hand drill, some pickaxes, a mining cap, and a shovel.
He particularly took a shine to the hard hat and the shovel.
"The drill is reserved for greater people, and I'm not that great yet. But one day... One day." he reasoned to himself.
Ever since then, he's been spending his time playing hooky from school digging a hole through the mountain. Admittedly, he hasn't made it too far, but he would like to think that it's a fair deal.
As we shift to the present he is shoveling away some more soil from his tunnel when he finds a weird looking rock.
His interested is piqued as he examines it closer. The rock is almost completely smooth save for where he accidently hit it with his shovel.
He lifts the stony orb closer to his face, his hard hat illuminating the dim tunnel.
He puts the stone to his ear and it's almost like you could hear it hum in the palm of his hands.
Peter debates cracking open the stone rock when he hears a distressed shout from the entrance of his tunnel.
He slowly ambles his way out of the tunnel, armed with his shovel as he readies himself for whatever lay on the outside.
Trouble brews as he stares down a boar nipping at the heels of a small child. They've appeared to have climbed into the branches of tree in order to escape the terror of the boar, tears stream down their cheeks as the tree shakes when the boar headbutts it.
>Throw the rock at the boar.
>Attack the boar with your shovel.
>Other?
