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My name is Silver the Hedgehog. I am a hedgehog living in the year 2206 and was born with innate psychokinetic powers. In any other time, I would be celebrated as a hero or a legend for my actions and my skill set. However, that does not apply to today, nor will it ever apply until the burning embers of the world cease for good.
Iblis ravaged our world 2 centuries before I was even born. It's a hell out here, with buildings destroyed, objects of a bygone era rusted & mangled, fear and hopelessness consuming those who still stand and the world slowly burning itself to death. Everyone's trying their best to survive in this apocalypse, with some cowering in fear, some trying to still live normal lives despite everything that's happened and some actively fighting back against Iblis and his swarm of lava monsters.
I'm part of the latter. I have a great enough control of my powers to destroy those creatures any way I like, and have even managed to send Iblis packing on numerous occasions. What little people I manage to save, human or animal, they thank me for my contributions to help out a helpless world. Alas, it's all in vain. Iblis doesn't turn heels for long. No matter what I do, he and his fire minions always return and wreak havoc on what little we have left. It's frustrating, knowing that the victory after victorys I make is nullified by that eternal flame.
In this raging war for survival against a god of wrath, the little downtime I have is spent on nothing more than sitting around and reflecting. I don't have a group to interact with, not anymore. I can't find a hobby beyond messing around with my powers on rusted junk from centuries ago. All I do is sit, reflect, and wait until things get chaotic once more.
But that changes today.
An accomplice of mine that I see fighting sometimes gifted me a relic from another dimension. It's a leather book with lines in it, and a pen to write in. I knew about these things existing, but I had never seen one before, much less owned one, much less in such good condition considering the environment we lived in. She told me to write in it during downtime, to give me something to do. So, this is now my conduit for reflection. I don't know if anyone will read this, but if this book survives longer than I do for a new generation of life, then read on. Let my tales of life in an Iblis ravaged Earth entertain or inspire you.
For now, I must go. Things are picking up again.
This has been Silver the Hedgehog, signing out.