The air suddenly had a strange aroma pervading it, but Justin could not pinpoint where it came from. The sky suddenly had a more tenebrous disposition. It was the same every day, every single day. The air, the sky, the corruption...<br/><br/>"Wait, your not like the others, can you tell us what going on here!!! im so confused, this city. Why isnt there colour here? What the fucks going on?"<br/><br/>"I'm guessin' you're new around these parts. Would sure explain why I ain't never seen you before. Welcome to Nymphetamine - the best hell on planet Earth. The color you speak of does not exist; you see one building you done seen 'em all. Welcome to Nymphetamine - the city of booze, drugs, and sex; a city without any law enforcement, a city without any sort of morality or conscious. Welcome to Nymphetamine."<br/><br/>Justin glanced at the man on the ground who was now doing a peculiar soliloquy.<span style="font-style: italic">Just another crackhead.</span><br/><br/>"He was unconscious along the side of the road, we picked him up and brought him with us. He just woke up. Apparently he was high."<br/><br/>Justin allowed this explanation and looked at the man who inquired about the city. "What's your names? Regardless, you're not safe around here. The city will consume you, corrupt you. You had better leave while you have the chance; otherwise you may not ever leave."<br/><br/>Nymphetamine was not to be trifled with, it was a city of absolute control. Should one ever be left unguarded, even for a trice, it could result in losing oneself. And not in the physical way.<br/><br/>And so began the meeting of powers, the group had all managed to congregate in a single location. Destiny is a fickle thing; its plans are as impetuous as a summer wind. And so Destiny took its newfound course, bearing on its back the future of every one of those individuals...