Lady:North Star

War Was Here. There Is Only Blaque Darqueness & This Lone City.

Futuristically, Realize This Lone City. This Lone City Refusing The Total Ruination Of Most Dire Destiny. Oh Yeah, This Lone City Ain't Going Nowhere.

Air, Unsweet, Cold. The Darqueness Prevalent Establishes The Lone City's Proper Precedent.

What Is This Time, Exactly? What Is This Planet Or Dimension? No Answer. It Doesn't Much Matter.

Laughter, The Darquer Sort. Hollering & Screaming, Bloodcurdling, Of The Horror Of Suddenly About 2 Fall Into The Worst Hereafter Forever.

Crueler Grows The Full Of The Atmosphere Of The Lone City. Evil Is 2 The Full Of Awake & Living Here. The Lone City Is Now Only Evil: Chaos. The Blaque...The Darqueness Now Lives, Each Soul Of The Lone City Is Now Permanently Corrupted & Connected 2 The Evil.

Unnoticeable, Now: The Lone Silver Shining Star N The Faraway Sky. It Is A Quiet Symbol Of Peace & Hope.

Scope, The Sky, Again. The Star Is Gone. The Sky Is Now Cold, Blank, & Blaque.

"Work." Whispers The Grim Beauty Now Somewhere N The Lone City Dismantling A Pack Of Wastrel Warriors Seeking 2 Finish Off The Last Residents Of A Particular Suburb.

Superb, She Is. The Way She Strikes & Evades Enemii Attack Is Telling: She Is The Fist Of The North Star. Enter: Lady:North Star.