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The Aces

The Aces

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Action and Thriller
2045 - present day LAS VEGAS (known as Scorchville) It's been about 20 years since the Stench engulfed almost every inch of the United States, actually maybe even the world. However, tiny civilizations were gathered and saved by Zenoc, a government which everyone worships. Well... everyone but us. The ACES rebellion started not too long ago when our leader, a former employee of Zenoc, uncovered secret government ideals. It's been said that Zenoc planted tags in cities to control the minds of citizens. Those citizens aren't live human beings... but they aren't dead either. They look like humans and act like humans but they have no emotions. They can't feel remorse, true happiness, or genuine laughter. Every aspect of their life is controlled by a government that only does things that benefit themselves. There's only a tiny number that wasn't affected by the tags, aka Micros. And that's us, the ACES. -------------
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