Okashii walked through the town, hands in the pockets of his jeans, thinking about how his life had gone so terribly wrong. He wished that he could go back to the way it was before... everything - back then it had been nice; fun; great. Butnow, because of a few selfish, bastard scientists his life was completely screwed with no meaning. The anger started to build up inside him - which had been happening a lot lately - and he couldn't stop himself from randomly punching a brick wall, creating a small dent.
People looked at him wearily and started to give him a wide berth, so as not to be near the crazy man. But what did he care what they thought? They were just insignificant humans, not worth a second of his time. He had made his way to the vizard base and met with their leader, but he still had yet to talk to her about his main problem - but even if he did there was no guarentee that she could help him; in fact he was pretty sure nobody could help him. He could feel the anger building up again, but refrained from hitting something again - it wouldn't be good if he knocked a whole building down with his fist in a moment of anger.
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