Hmmm...With nothing much to do, I think I'll just put up something I've been working on when not typing this. The two characters described and mentioned may sound familiar. Play Streets of Rage 2. >

(Note: Shiva and Mr. X, all rights of those characters belong to Sega.)
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You'd think that many of us would get through life without too much difficulty. Grow up through childhood, gain a vast amount of knowledge, go off to college or some real profitable job and live the rest of your days in content. Within this society of Earth, such is common.

The year is 2013. Equality and peace has been brought to the Earth at last, meaning no more dark plots or demons rising...a group of brave heroes saw to that, despite the risks. Perhaps, some thought that it was a series of fortuante events, others believed they had powers, unknown to the inhabitants of Earth.

But among them, were those who simply didn't care about Earth's struggle to survive. They were only concerned about themselves, and thier greed for money...and lust for power. Many of these people scattered across the planet, hoping to gain control over any part of land.

Unsuccessful, and running out of supplies and money, a last ditch effort to annihlate the planet was formed. Huge squadrons of bombers and weapons of mass destruction, re-devloped, were employed, and sent off. Terrifyingly, thier plan worked. Earth was now their's...if they could overcome the fools that opposed them.
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The dark room was occasionally lit up by flashing lights and display screens. Most of it was information about the capital cities, fugitives that were still some use to them...and others, needed to be killed. A large, round table was in the center of the room, where the fourteen members sat.

At the end...was the last chair...so big it could have been mistaken for a throne. Besides it stood a strong figure. Dark black hair and robes similar to a ninja, his prescene was almost invisible. His red gloves, belt and waistband, were nearly the only visible sight.

His employer was in the chair, crossed legged, his basic clothes were a greyish-green jacket and trousers, a white t-shirt and red tie. His hair was long and black. Much of the council feared him, not only for his power...but his mysterious ability to rise from the dead.*

*(No, not Assassin Aharon)

"...And so, gentleman, my plan, leadership and wealth have provided us with the world, at it's feet. Once...I was foolish enough to believe a single city was enough to satisfy my needs...but the World, is ours to exploit for our own ends!" Mr. X laughed.

His bodyguard, Shiva stood there, silent, folding his shoulders. Next to Mr. X, his power was feared and respected. Cold, and not much of a speaker, he was a brilliant fighter in unarmed combat.

"But...the Gaming Force...they might..." a low ranking member started.

With a simple click of his fingers, Mr X had ordered Shiva to vanish in thin air, re-appearing as quick as he had vanished. A series of kicks to the member's chest, sent blood everywhere, before his body was sent flying into a wall, dead.

"I find you're thoughts about those brats infuriating. The names of my enemies are not to be mentioned within my presence. Understood?! This meeting is over...as for those fools...they'll be finding themselves a surprise quite soon..."
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With much of the Earth destroyed, and millions killed, the remainder of the population fled the planet for salvation elsewhere. Crime had filled the streets, gangs of thugs fought for territory, but admist the chaos, the brave group of heroes had arrived...well, Hero.

"...Looks like he's not as dead as I thought...and if he's managed to do this...I might need some help this time around..." Joshua thought to himself.

Persuading some old friends to give him a hand, the group of six former police officers had fought against Mr. X before had managed to re-group and meet Joshua. It was time for them to fight through...

'The Streets of Rage...'
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I know, I'm still working on it...don't delete the post.