One moment, one particularly roughshod looking young man was cruisin' the streets, mindin' his own business, shootin' looks to kill at anyone lookin' at him funny for holdin' a bouquet of flowers. An interesting, some might say unusual sight, yeah, especially for an obvious badass like himself, but they didn't know [i]jack[/i] and [i]shouldn't[/i] be judgin' like a buncha [i]morons[/i] anyway.

The next, there were a pair of gunshots, and he crumpled through floor like someone had bashed his head in with a growbar, which honest-to-god, it [i]felt[/i] like. clutching his head, fingers stabbing through the sides of his ship's-prow pompadour, he uttered the first words of the game through grit teeth.

"...the...hell?"

Looking up, he saw a group of armed men in balaclavas and bulletproof vests issuing orders to the crowd.

Terrorists? In the Big AC? You gotta be [i]kiddin'[/i]...

He sneezed out his previous noseful of pollen, and slowly looked down.

Broken. Every last one of them, broken. Crushed. Destroyed. Unusable. 

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NFjE5A4UAJI][i]Dead.[/i][/url]

His brows knotted together in rage. His teeth clenched hard enough to bite straight through bone.

And despite his head feeling like it contained the sun itself, steam vented from his pores, gathering in an angry cloud around the teenager.

"You [i]bastards[/i]..." he growled, albeit from a city block away. "Those were [i]for my sister[/i]!"

Whatever the mysterious group meant to accomplish, it had gotten one unexpected variable. In their arrogance and ignorance, they [i]personally[/i] pissed off the most bad-ass dude in all of Academy City!

[center][color=ed1c24][b][H1]MOTOHARU KARASAWA[/H1] 
[H3]THE RUNAWAY TRAIN OF NORIAKI NORTH HIGH[/H3][/b][/color][/center]