Son of
the sun, little lost shaman.
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| Born in El Salvador, in the
midst of a violent and treacherous struggle for power. He was there to learn. |
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Born in the
desert. The dust of desolation, the vast expanse of emptiness where there is no room for
weakness, no room for government or rules, where the heat is never lacking and water is a
precious commodity. The ground is rough and hard, a wide valley of rocks and sand.
Here there are only the clans, scavengers looking for food and artifacts, to fulfill their
secret purposes. |
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In the early days there were two men with him, the old and the
young. Young man is quick and can get food. Old man puts his hand on Bruto's
shoulder and talks to the young, but Bruto doesn't listen.
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| He came to the
north to find a school. But before that could happen, there was more preparation for him
to endure. |
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One night, they're attacked
by a wild clan from the northern lands. They slaughter both men and Bruto is left in a
hole to die. |
| In the north, he
was taken in by the violent Hispanic gangs that infest East Palo Alto and Redwood City. |
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| In the hole,
Bruto talks to spirits, the spirits of dead animals, dark, moist, hot. They talk about his
travelling, his voyage, they talk about waiting. |
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"Everything
must come to pass eventually." |
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| "We
have to stick together if we are to survive." |
One night he is
picked up, pulled up by the hair. The savage puts him on his shoulder and leaves the hole.
Outside, there's a band, almost like the band that murdered his companions. Vests, yellow
jackets, metal breast plates, strings of grenades and huge machine guns. "You
were with us before, and when you died, we lost you." |
They don't sleep in the holes, because they say there are
malignant beings in there, but they sleep around them, in a circle. Sometimes they find
little kids inside and they pick them up, and so the band grows.If the kids are not good,
they're rejected. But they don't sleep much.
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| They eat bugs and reptiles.
They are working constantly, cleaning equipment, hunting, making plans... always something
to do, somewhere to protect and someone to fight. |
| After finding
J.C. again, he was gradually pulled into a new reality. He was close to finally meeting
and recognizing Bruto. |
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Eternally fighting for the
flag. From dungeon to dungeon, castle to castle, cavern to cavern, explosions, screams,
orders shouted out. "When you come back, you must find your place. If you're close to
the base, you must defend. If you're not, then you must go and get the flag. |
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the flag makes this huge throbbing sound, which hits you in the heart and makes your whole
body vibrate. |
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It's a battle of Gods, we're just here for them. |
