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An August Knight Cinematic Production. Part one: Introduction Fluorescent lights glimmered, the illumination providing a glimpse of a young man clothed in a lab coat peering down at a screen, his eyes

Silence held court as Oswald’s gleaming narrowed eyes looked upon the form of his younger brother. Clad in black and white, Oswald was in every way imaginable a stark contrast to August Knight. Two sides

Midvale, earth. An unknown number of years ago. The scent of dirt and rain flowed through the air, dust rose up as though it were a living entity all of its own. Stalks of brilliant green grass stood out

Luminous and soft moonlight broke out over the newly purchased cabin of one Oswald Knight, unsettled though he was…. By those ruffians, those brutes proclaiming superiority, they had not come after him…

“To truly understand someone, you must first be willing to see the world through their eyes.To glimpse the most noble truths. dukkha ("not being at ease", "suffering" unsatisfactory

A crisp summer’s wind glides in through the partially open window. Warmth filled out the room, lending itself to a comfortable aesthetic. Laying flat on an oak table was the newly acquired Youngblood

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Whispers turned into shouts, an ominous rumbling like the promise of an infernal storm. Two forces were set to embark on a collision course. Two monstrous forces, each one bearing their own unique gifts.

Every man walking this earth must learn to fight, must take up a blade and conquer his demons.- Excerpt from an interview Oswald gave following a press conference. Black and white strobe lights flickered,

“Morality, a concept used to convince oneself that they are good, pure, innocent. A mask to cover the darkness that festers within. But that is a lie. No one’s hands are clean. Human nature is composed

Oswald Knight: “High in the halls of would be kings, only the ghosts remain behind. A reminder of those who had been gone for so very long.” Oswald began, his voice low and thoughtful, a complex expression

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Japanese temple. At the rise of the new day Oswald Knight found himself standing at the entrance of a quiet looking temple. His expression was contemplative. On the advice of his newly made friend Oswald

//Oswald’s nightclub. Downtown Japan// Thus Oswald and Gabe laid out the preparations, elegant trays of seafood lay atop the surface of the table. As was his way Oswald had classical music playing, a sign

Frothy icy water bubbled up as Oswald Knight’s form came into view. Winter had descended upon the land that Oswald had claimed as his home base. Dressed in his majestic black and white suit indicative

A hum of frenetic energy would surge into the air, the black and white clothed form of 'Mr Penguin' whirled around inside the ice cold gym in which he honed his craft. The cold was not required to train,

//A Hospital somewhere downtown Japan// Beep. Beep. Beep. The monitor at the bedside of Drake Nygma trilled low and soft for a few moments. Minutes passed, turning into hours, the trilling growing louder,

Waves crash against the rocks, the sound of the cold ocean is akin to an old friend, an ally that has aligned itself to my cause. Far from the warm climates of the land I called home, I’ve taken the mantle

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A cheap down and dirty scent of booze hung in the air. Mingling in with this scent was the telltale aroma of what The Sphinx had learned was drug taking. Sometimes this meant Cigarettes, other times it