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It’s an ideology that human beings have thrived off of for centuries. It holds the status quo in its iron grip, never wavering no matter how much time has passed, no matter how much cultures change, no matter how people evolve.
Sirens blare loudly as rain pours down heavily at the scene. A reporter with a mouse-like face and ears stands in the dark, illuminated by the film crew’s lighting equipment.
“At 10:22 P.M., a strange quirk appears to have manifested late in a young man while he was hiking. Many artifacts of ancient origin have miraculously appeared from a vortex unknowingly created by him. The amount of artifacts is so large, it has overwhelmed the area, causing many other hikers to get lost and injured in the rubble. The man in question is currently in the care of the pro-heroes who arrived on the scene, however no further information has been given. All artifacts will be taken in for evaluation at this time.”
The man watching the television clicks the broadcast off. A smirk stretches along his mouth as his tending physician approaches him.
“What would you like for me to do?” a short and plump man asks.
“Send someone to find any survivors.”
If the potential of a single human being is among the wreckage, his plans could come to fruition even quicker. It doesn’t matter either way. He has curated this path with the intention of multiple outcomes.
If he’s lucky, he’ll have a fresh little birdie to sing for him.