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It's 9092 and the ozone layer is on it's thinnest ever. The once firtile Earth had turned into a dry planet. It seemed as the only way out of hell is to re-integrete humanity on the new planet Juvenius. At first everyone had second thoughts about this, until the agressive Apocalyptical Hornet place took on the upper corner of the food pyramid. What happends when Thom Johnson, the protagonist, finds out that he lived his whole life in lies?
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