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The Oceans Fury #1 ~ Seaport
An normal innocent citizen, named Patrique, walks around Seaport, looking at the delicious market and what it has to offer. He talks to a salesman and buys some food. He walks around the Seaport to find a place to picknick and eat.
He sits on the roof as all other areas are crowded,
but he also wants a good view of the water.
Holding his picknick knife in the right hand (parody on the name as it is called knife and not dagger officially in-game) to cut his food. He's just about to take out the food out of his left pocket to start eating (some future food is like that, even if labeled "exotic"). But just before he gets to that, he spots an abonormality out on the sea!
There are waves crashing. But it soon stops. He becomes calm again. Bu then he notices a weird looking goon that somehow managed to jump up from the water, over the fence, and get to beneath to where big construction crane is.
It seems very fishy and Patrique is afraid that he / she (can't see what from that dis
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