Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25316824-20150108030729/@comment-4794494-20150118151715

The energy surrounding the Awoken Man shields him from the barrage of gunfire. Several rounds make it through and ricochet off his genetically-enhanced skin. He considers lashing out at them, but thinks against it.

Awoken Man, muttering "Your lab; your bomb; your problem, heathens."

He propells himself off the platform and onto the snowy mountainside. The one memory worth holding onto for years, amongst thousands of other tortured ones, was the location of his original ship.

Clad in nothing more than a fancy loincloth, the Awoken Man sprints through the shin-deep snow at a remarkable pace while leaving behind a flurry in his wake.