I wanted to change a few aesthetic things about Mir. Instead of the Genesis logo, it'll be the Mandarin logo/symbol thing (also a DCI corp), and his dark gray shirt has a light gray infinity sign instead of color splotches.
Blackness, a place of nothingness. I am just existing, when suddenly I am thrust out. There is still blackness, until I open my eyes. I am sitting in front of what appears to be a gravestone, which has a few cracks in it as well as some assorted shrubbery and vine things covering it. I look back at it, and read what it says.
1948 - 1963
May he rest in eternal peace
I stand up, stunned. I'm dead, but it oddly seems to make sense. I look down, and there's this dark gray glowy thing around me, which has a few spark looking things coming off occasionally. When I look back up, I find myself remembering.
There had been a DCI contest the previous day, and I had attended to watch it, loving every moment. There had been one new corp that had caught my eye- the Mandarins. I was looking forward to seeing where it would go in later years. The Sky Ryders, like always, had been pretty good, at least in my eyes. I was smiling with my thoughts, when all of a sudden I was thrust into an alleyway's wall, and the force threw me to the floor. I started to stand up, but a figure in front of me held me down. When I looked up, I saw a leering face. "Hey boss!" The man calls out, a grin on his beefy, leering face. "I found a real nice one!" Another figure comes into view, and they bend down to my level, and give a nod.
"Yeah, they look real decent. Stand up kid, and turn around." I do as he says, and he laughs. "Seems our kiddo has a fascination with something or another. That, or he got some real strange scratches in his jacket." He roughly spins me back round, and gives me a black toothed grin. "'Fore we dispose of him, lets have some fun." I don't like the sound of this, and it surely shows on my face. The two don't care, and the next few hours are torture as they do unimaginable things to me. Finally, after I have been thrust to the ground one final time, I am jerked up to my feet, and the two pull out guns, and point them at me. I shut my eyes, and hear two loud bangs. Looking down, there are two holes now in my body and I feel a fierce pain. Shortly after, there is nothing, just blackness.
I shudder, having just relived my death, which was evidently a murder. I start to walk through the cemetary, noticing all the people with some interesting fashion choices. I didn't know what the year was anymore, but maybe I could find out soon.