Orange Crest High

Orange Crest High

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Ultima pubblicazione ven, mag 15, 2020

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- This is a Statehumans story! - Welcome to Orange Crest High, a prestigious highschool open only to select students across the nation. "What? Select students? Who even are you?" Hush. I'm the narrator. You aren't supposed to hear me. "But-" Shhhhh.... Let me finish the introduction. "Okay, fine." This school is known as a place for the worst of the worst. That's right, this school is for frags, short for fragments. Fragments are people who aren't exactly people. Fragments are pieces of land masses which sprouted from the flags of their people, once said flags were planted. From there, frags began to appear globally. They began to take over, sprouting from the tiniest small town to the largest superpower. "Why is that so bad? What did anyone ever do to you, narrator? What did we do to you?" A containment facility dedicated to the brainwashing and training of enrollees exists for each type of frag, and on each continent. However, what happens when the frags decide that they no longer wish to be lab rats in their own chemistry classes? What if they were to attempt to escape? "Don't ignore me!!!"

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