SpringTime War - Bubbllesss
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Last published Thu, Apr 27, 2017
Since we all could remember, the North and the South lived in peace and harmony. Both sections agreed on everything that came to mind for the good of humanity. Until one day, when they woke up. Hundreds of thousands, brainwashed and destined to kill. The streets were painted red with the blood of their victims. Then there was the sickness that was killing millions each day with no cure. And then, there's me.
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