Guy is in Zone 3, sitting at home.
He's holding a photo in his hands of himself and another Elsen. They seem to be getting married...
Judging by the sad expression on his face, it seems something had happened to the other.
Guy is in Zone 3, sitting at home.
He's holding a photo in his hands of himself and another Elsen. They seem to be getting married...
Judging by the sad expression on his face, it seems something had happened to the other.
Guy had found himself in the desert.
The Elsen wasn't exactly sure how he had got here (or even what a desert was) but here he was, the heat unbearable for the monochrome man.
Guy had found himself in the desert.
The Elsen wasn't exactly sure how he had got here (or even what a desert was) but here he was, the heat unbearable for the monochrome man.
The Elsen is currently meandering around god-knows-where, his tie taken off and shoved into his trouser pockets as he walks rather aimlessly.
This wasn't his home of bizarre colors and plastic and smoke, where iron was extracted from cows and crushed into soil...
The Elsen is currently meandering around god-knows-where, his tie taken off and shoved into his trouser pockets as he walks rather aimlessly.
This wasn't his home of bizarre colors and plastic and smoke, where iron was extracted from cows and crushed into soil...
Guy isn't sure... where he is this time. This doesn't look like any of the Zones at all... Even the air smells different.
Of course, that was because the air wasn't the smoke he usually breathed, but he wasn't going to know that.
Guy isn't sure... where he is this time. This doesn't look like any of the Zones at all... Even the air smells different.
Of course, that was because the air wasn't the smoke he usually breathed, but he wasn't going to know that.
The Elsen is rushing around Zone 1, smoke slightly billowing from his mouth as he makes deliveries from building to building.
He looks about ready to turn burnt, yet somehow hasn't yet.
The Elsen is rushing around Zone 1, smoke slightly billowing from his mouth as he makes deliveries from building to building.
He looks about ready to turn burnt, yet somehow hasn't yet.
Guy hums quietly as he sits on a cliff in Zone 3, watching the plastic slosh against the cliff-face. The Elsen had his tie loosened around his neck and a lunch sat beside him, enjoying a nice break from the mania of running between the Zones.
Guy hums quietly as he sits on a cliff in Zone 3, watching the plastic slosh against the cliff-face. The Elsen had his tie loosened around his neck and a lunch sat beside him, enjoying a nice break from the mania of running between the Zones.