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Pollution, radioactivity and evolution has been affecting into out environment. Animals wanders in streets. And how about humans? They’re not gone. No, they try to survive middle of all these beasts and pollution. They scrape together all the food and clean water into their strictly guared areas.

Among the humans, most feared things are cyborg dogs. The streets are their, nothing stops them. But humans are about to rise against them. We are living middle of dystopia. 

Improvisation comic Cyborg Dogs

Finnish | English

Story idea © Iarany | Comic page © Sussur

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Progolue

'There is no way this can be happening', an 14 years old brown haired, small kid was thinking. This couldn't be real, this just didn't happen. As he was surrounded with disbelief, the little boy tug his hands into his hair and fell down against the wall. He was as frightened as ever.

Two years had easily passed from the day Norman first heard those loud sounds, peoples nastiest, dirtiest and most secretive thoughts. Oh yes, he could hear it all now, as he pleased usually, but there was no way to block the strongest emotions yet. It had been a really rough time for Norman, who really is smallest of his class, and always been picked on. There is still no way he could fight, but the unusual talent he got, he had gained power over some of his bullies, torturing them with their own secrets, daring them, saying he would tell someone. 

At some point Norman had thought of using his skills for good, like saving people from others, that wanted harm, but Norman wasn't that kind of a guy. He hated everyone, there was no way he wanted to help at all. Everyone had corrupted thoughts, so helping one, would be just saving one more asshole.

As the schooldays went by, Norman had pretty peaceful life, if you don't mind all the annoying noise in his head. Well, everything had been fine until he turned 19 on that stormy night and went out. Looking back, he regrets it, most of all of what his ever done...