TheKumite

I could hear the rain tapping on the tarp above the noodle house, the busy streets of Amber filled with the language of the new age. A cross breed of Japanese and German hard to understand and near impossible to learn. i refused to learn the language our government inforced, hell I refused to acknoglede our piss poor suits. I finished my soup and left the shop. The rain fell on me as I entered the bright streets of Amber. Every buisness thought they needed a neon sign for their busisness and those that wanted to one up their competitors installed a hologram model to lure you into the store. They looked real, the holograms. With so much ad