Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-1524575-20160216234510/@comment-5650583-20160407011655

Scythe wasn't dead, he knew that much. But it seemed like he was close to it. Closer than he had been in a very, very long time. He was trapped in a dreamlike haze while scenes floated past on either side of him. Bits and peices of past friendships, past battles, past lives.

One in particular stuck out. It wasn't one that he remembered. Was it from before he became a Guardian? A dozen figures stood or sat on a pile of crates, all preping weapons for what seemed like a large battle. "Raznek's Rejects, that's us!" he heard one soldier say before the scene faded.