"God Emperor, Lord Emperor!"
The cry of an old man rang in a dark corner as he dragged his upper torso away from his blasted, bloodied legs.
As he moved, the bleeding barely stopped thanks to the special characteristics of his race.
But as his broken undersides pressed against the road, it stung as the gravel stung his flesh, the small stones piercing into his flesh and splashing his blood.
"No, no!"
As he moved out of the dark alley, the pungent smell of garbage, rotting food and decaying chemicals was absent.
Living here for a hundred years, he wished the rancid smell to vanish many times. It did not happen for a single day through the century.
But today that smell was gone. Replacing it was a mild rotting smell of flesh, the stinging smell of blood and the nauseating scent of feces.
With great effort, the old man hauled himself out of the alley, onto the street.
