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The Badlands (WIP TITLE)

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The US has been destroyed. No one knows who or what caused it. Only a flash could be seen. A few have survived where it happenend but the place ain't pretty. A lot of violence, rape, torturing and more... No way to escape. Have to do everything just to survive this hell hole...All Rights Reserved

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Mon, May 6, 2019

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Moth

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.