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Walking back from a meeting with Karl and his friends you stumble upon a group of orks led by a rather large Troll. They steadily advance on you in a threatening manner. Hatred roused by the meet with Karl, you pull your Eagle and start shooting at them. You see the bullets impact on head, torso and limb, and you even see them recoil from the blast. But no bullets hurts them, no bullet draws blood.
Quickly you try to back away, but you stumble into yet another small group of metahumans, again orks. You are now surrounded by approximately 25 orks, led by that 10 foot Troll. The orks make way as the Troll steps into the circle they formed around you. You fire a couple of rounds but the bullets bounce of harmlessly.
The Troll draws a Japanese sword from its back. Its steel bright blue and its edge sharp. You look around for a way out but see none. You do notice however, a monosword lying in the gutter next to where you stand. You pick it up and take a defensive position.
The Troll comes closer, and sweeps at you. You manage to dodge the sweep, and wade in with the sword. The sword connects and you decide to throw your weight in for good measure. The monoblade shatters as it hits the tough hide of the Troll.
With his free hand the trolls slaps you, turning you around by the sheer force of the slap. You stand watching the ring of orks standing there, silently watching you get beat to a pulp. Still groggy you try to turn to face the Troll, before regaining your wits enough to do so, you feel the blade the Troll was carrying ripping through flesh, bone, tendon and Fuchi's finest Muscle Replacement. The blade ran you through and you stand watching your chest where the tip of the blade sticks out. Engraved in the blade surface, now filled with your own blood it says: "DREAMKILLER".
You feel yourself being lifted off the ground. The measure of pain you are enduring has no meaning in the world of the living. You feel the Troll's heavy breath on your neck as he speaks.
"We are stronger, we are faster, we are tougher, and we are smarter. We even are prettier." He says with a surprisingly eloquent voice.
"You will never win...never."
As he lowers you to the ground and your knees hit the cold floor, you feel your life force ebbing away. You collapse on the cracked pavement and close your eyes. Fucking deamons...
Then you wake up...
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