~They killed him- for reasons unknown. Into the cold, cursed with blood, and my eyes straining to see it all. the ground rushed to meet him, and dust formed his grave. He was killed, a bullet between the eyes. A mind, one with great intellegence, shattered by the might of a bullet. He was dead, and so was I,though only in part, though also in whole.

The memories, the reasons, the greatness. All replaced with sorrow. Wounds heal, wings mend. The dead do not. This is the story...The lament, Called Mobius...~

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It's a lament indeed, a rerun of Sonic, the sorrow's of life. Here, expierence the tale of one man's loss and another man's sorrow, leading up t the events of the past, and a deastating future...

And credit to for creating and putting the story arc together.

 

 

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