it was a cruel, forsaken world. anomalies roamed around on the streets, completely free to commit as much bloodshed as they pleased. some people looked like anomalies but weren’t, yet were still treated as one by paranoid survivors in this desolate land. telamon was one of these select people. he used to be a god in robloxia, & still had his wings from before; yet now, his wings had been clipped by some survivor he had the unfortunate luck to encounter, resulting in telamon’s wings being practically useless to him now. he was trudging aimlessly through the woods, wings trailing on the fallen autumn leaves behind him, until the tip of one of his wings got caught in the gears of some turret that a survivor had set up earlier that month. as telamon tried to free his wing, he accidentally ended up jamming it further into the gears of the turret. he began to panic. the last thing he needed was for the owner of this turret to come across him stuck like this, struggling against his trapped wing, completely vulnerable; or worse, for the turret to turn on telamon & start gunning the latter to death.