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Since the opening of the Dungeon Rifts-- also called D.Rifts or Drift Dimensions, the world has changed. It's become more militaristic and violent-- unpredictable, even. Monsters raze cities and bring diseases that birth new races. Magic exists in a constant state of hyperflux, birthing new powers and changing the functions of old ones.

But none of that mattered for Rex. He wasn't a Drift Soldier-- as much as he wanted to be. He didn't have powers-- even if he wished he did, so when he graduated primary school, he expected to get his Drift Armament and find a bit of consistency for once in his life. 

But you know what they say about expectations......

DING!

[Congratulations! You have awakened the Beast-Totem and unlocked your Werepanther System.]

[5 Totems Remaining....]

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Extra tags: kingdom building, military, martial arts, overpowered, scifi-fantasy, post-apocalyptic, factions,

My Werepanther System: Starting with Nine Lives

They hadn't stopped moving since boarding their team jet. Once inside, they suited up into back-ups and poorly fit mismatched military combos that would have to get the job done.

Lyra slid out of her sweatpants and hopped into an urban-ops outfit that consisted of cargo pants, knee and shin pads made of reverb-blast enhanced metals and an old fashioned Kevlar-weave jungle infiltrator sprinters jacket. The only familiarity in her kit was her sawed off shot-gun and rapier.

Sgt Isadora was the exact opposite and wore her usual gear.

Cpt. Camo was somewhere in between thanks to his abrupt transformation and was now walking around the jet angrily looking for hats, holds and helmets that might fit his dragon-head.

Rex tried to make a joke about how at least he wasn't balding anymore and almost ate a bullet from Cpt Camo's modified desert-eagle.

The rest of the ride was relatively silent. Save for the mission debrief.

69 CLEAN-UP CHAMELEONS