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[06 Apr 2010|09:49pm] |
the end
...came and went. gone were the carefree days of adventure, of bright colors, of magic kingdoms and of friendly faces. adventure turned to strife; color bled into dark waters; all the kingdoms fell as friends turned on each other. a victor was declared. he built a soulless industrial dictatorship, powered by slave labor and oppression. they call him the brain.
some still remember the paradise that was. they remember the days when adversaries were a mere annoyance, when the dark water was still in check and there was color in the world. though their homes have long been annihilated, the rebels have declared war. if they can ever take back what was remains to be seen.
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