as he sits in the street bench in the city of Rakaku, once a beautiful city now became a desolate, but mostly intact wasteland, he look around the deserted streets in anger, he once figth along side with his furry brothers and sisters for the Nation, but after the peace treaty of 2065, the Nation of Takamon is now no longer the ones proud and powerful nation of the furries, it now lies in ruin
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