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Why I hate the dark

Why I hate the dark

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, May 13, 2015
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I'm going to ask a Simple question. You are human so in question, how well do you know the human race? How well do you know the people around you better yet, yourself? Can you pick out the liars and cheats in this world? Can you determine evil from good? If so, How do you know? You see, humans think their so smart and know it all. Some of you even study humans and pretend your not who you are. You cannot hide the truth. Humans are disgusting things and let me tell you why. Give me a chance to explain why I hate humans, why I hate the public, and why I hate the dark.
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Project: eclipse Six years after the fall, there's nothing left but whispers of a forgotten world. A world where humanity tried to cheat death, and in doing so, sealed its fate. The government's desperation led them to create a vaccine for a deadly disease. But in their arrogance,they didn't foresee the true consequence: the birth of a much worse plague. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Year 2031. The sky dull shade of grey, the sun blocked out by the perpetual ash that rains down from fires that had long since stopped burning. The earth, scarred from endless devastation, feels lifeless. Once-thriving cities are now just graveyards for the human race, each building a tombstone, each street a silent witness to the deaths of billions. The virus, once a failed vaccine, now turned every victim into something strange: people with animal ears, tails, sometimes even paws or claws. Those who survived, who made it through the sickness, had their bodies changed. Their DNA adapted, and they became mutants-some fox ears, others with eagle wings, or wolf tails. The line between human and animal had blurred, and the world they knew was no longer recognizable. But humanity was still present in their eyes-the survivors of the mutations-they weren't monsters. They were just different.

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