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I created Lance as a vehicle to explore and eventually come to terms with my own anxiety, and lots of the struggles that he deals with both internally and externally are things I've dealt with myself whether it be self-loathing, needless worrying, or feeling completely alone and unloved. It makes him an easy target for the ever-growing rogue's gallery in the Tenebra Zeta universe.

Luckily, as I'm sure most who've struggled with their mental health will know, there's nothing more empowering than overcoming your personal demons and proving your worth not just to the world but yourself. Lance's time has come, and the evils of his world are about to find out the hard way what happens when their punching bag decides he's finally had enough.

Many thanks to my friend for this piece. You rock!

Check out Lance's profile here -

Jump into Lance's story from the beginning here - 'Tenebra Zeta #1: Tomb of Plagues' - Chapter One
August 9th, 2198
Cairo, Egypt
*****
“Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain speaking, announcing our arrival in Cairo at 10:15 am local time.”
Thank Nuwa. If I heard Monica sing “Moon River” again (while putting a lot of emphasis on the line about two drifters off to see the world), I was gonna bash my head against the wall until I went braindead. It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if we were using the private jets, but D-class teams were stuck taking commercial airlines, and I think most people know what that means. For safety’s sake, I guess? I didn’t know. I didn’t care enough to complain.
“Is it too late to book a flight back home?” I sighed as we piled out of the plane.
“Come on, you act like your big sister never looks out for you,” Monica chirped.
I couldn’t argue with that. She had. More than I could ever repay her, but that didn’t excuse her from dragging me along on this “th

Description
I created Lance as a vehicle to explore and eventually come to terms with my own anxiety, and lots of the struggles that he deals with both internally and externally are things I've dealt with myself whether it be self-loathing, needless worrying, or feeling completely alone and unloved. It makes him an easy target for the ever-growing rogue's gallery in the Tenebra Zeta universe.

Luckily, as I'm sure most who've struggled with their mental health will know, there's nothing more empowering than overcoming your personal demons and proving your worth not just to the world but yourself. Lance's time has come, and the evils of his world are about to find out the hard way what happens when their punching bag decides he's finally had enough.

Many thanks to my friend for this piece. You rock!

Check out Lance's profile here -

Jump into Lance's story from the beginning here - 'Tenebra Zeta #1: Tomb of Plagues' - Chapter One
August 9th, 2198
Cairo, Egypt
*****
“Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain speaking, announcing our arrival in Cairo at 10:15 am local time.”
Thank Nuwa. If I heard Monica sing “Moon River” again (while putting a lot of emphasis on the line about two drifters off to see the world), I was gonna bash my head against the wall until I went braindead. It probably wouldn’t have been so bad if we were using the private jets, but D-class teams were stuck taking commercial airlines, and I think most people know what that means. For safety’s sake, I guess? I didn’t know. I didn’t care enough to complain.
“Is it too late to book a flight back home?” I sighed as we piled out of the plane.
“Come on, you act like your big sister never looks out for you,” Monica chirped.
I couldn’t argue with that. She had. More than I could ever repay her, but that didn’t excuse her from dragging me along on this “th