Description
In the high misty mountains of Japan, a lone shack sat at the peak of one of the mountains. Inside said shack, was a green-haired boy, fumbling with his radio while holding his microphone, and the buzz of radio static filled the tiny room. "*Radio Static* Aah, there we go, what's up everyone! It's ya boy Link, back here with another live radio stream, and today. . . . I'm gonna be serious with you." Link slumped into his chair, as the glint of a sword was briefly seen in his cloak. "This world is messed up, I mean, my daily radio talks can only do so much. . . 'No matter how many camps I raid, it never stops.' unless we do something. " Link gritted his teeth as he held the microphone tightly. "I want every single man in this world to rally yourselves, go up to the highest point in your location and shout that you want to be free, if any female stops you, then push through, or die trying!" Link stood up, placed on his cloak, sheathed his blade and equipped his shield that bore the crest of an ancient civilization. "We shouldn't be allowed to be treated like this, not when we're the only things, stopping the human race from dying." Link turned off the radio as he exited the shack, he stared at the rising sun as he secured his sword and shield. He pulled up his hood, covering his green hair, and put on a mask that had an eye symbol that had a teardrop. "It's time; time for our freedom." Cover by Ariella Clarissa on Artstation.
Shackles
