L'Olympe : les prémices
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Les sirènes de police retentissent, alors qu'ils fuient dans les ténèbres de la nuit. Eux, les parias, les paumés, les indésirables de la société. Eux, les opprimés, les démunis, les laisser pour compte. Ils se rassemblent, concoctent quelques plans et d'une même voix crient à l'unisson : jamais plus ! Jamais plus ils ne laisseront les nantis profiter de leurs privilèges. Jamais plus ils baisseront la tête en continuant de prendre des coups. Jamais plus ils se tairont face aux injustices quotidiennes engendrer par des affaires politiques à foison.
Ils se font appeler " L'Olympe";, ils brandissent l'étendard de la Justice, de la Vengeance et du Bien Commun. Ils parlent au nom des Supers, des minorités, des personnes dont les puissants se moquent. Ils se battent pour un idéal, un monde égalitaire. Ce recueil plonge dans le passé trouble de chaque membre de ce groupe et dévoiler ainsi la psyché de ces personnages hors du commun.
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