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Ongoing, First published Mar 08, 2014
For years, people have been living underground to avoid terrorists. They've survived the air pressure, passing on the immunity to future generations, and they're so many feet underground, it's a whole new world. Just with a holographic sky and far more advanced technology than ever.

 Phoenix's mother, Jemma, was the wife of President Crafte. Together, they uncovered a secret so large, it remained a mystery to their biggest ally. The two decided on a novel-esque approach to the food situation, but with a twist. They would hold their very own "Hunger Games," only this time, the victor wouldn't be home-free. They'd have to go above ground and steal from the enemy.

 And Phoenix has a feeling her mother and father are going to let her win, no matter what.
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