Ground Zero
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Ongoing27m
Last published Wed, Feb 5, 2014
It started a long time ago, in a place that no longer exists. It started in a place where 'freaks' could hide and not be judged by the world. I stumbled upon this place purely by accident. Those few who believed me of such fairy tales wrote legends and myths about those creatures that I became acquainted with. This place, this sanctuary was ground zero for a planet wide massacre that I and a select team were destined to stop at all costs. Not that I have met that team yet but still...
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