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Prologue 0-1 from FOL-I V.1: 'Late' On a world much like our own, but fundamentally different...      0-1 The Golden range Hotel, New Wintshire, USFWC (7 years before the present Day) The hour was late and the short gentleman manning the desk at the 'grande Golden Range 4 star Hotel' was considering calling it a day. Business was slow in these parts to begin with, but had recently slowed to a crawl. Folks with enough cash to afford to stay in such a swanky establishment were rare, even in the summer months when those who could travel were inclined to. The short gentlemen (whose name was Harrison Jeffries if you cared to ask) was the ow

-1- Iwagakure, Veterans Hospital. The land of Earth was a proud country; it never shied away from the slights of its rivals nor the harsh weathering of war between the 5 great nations. Yet that strong self image was nowhere to be found here, in the place where even its most loyal and steadfast of warriors all too often ended up. When its brave soldiers lost limbs, bones and organs in the line of duty they would be taken to the emergency ward, where those that were lucky often died. Those that recovered couldn't wait to be rid of this place and its smell of despair and decay (to put it politely). But those with near miss experiences here wer