97 Days
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  • Reads 766
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  • Parts 8
  • Time 1h 36m
Ongoing, First published Sep 02, 2014
The world has reset. The Beginners have obliterated all life on Earth except for a small city. When the Beginners came people reacted the way they always react when not knowing something; violence. There is no money, no government, no rules. The Beginners crystalized all life in the small city. First Generation people are people who were unfrozen at once. 16 is the age where people develop the awareness of Essence. There are three basic types of Essence which all other skills develop around; Tank, Scholar, Assassin. Tank is body strength, the skills that develop around it would be things that require heavy lifting and labor. Scholar is intelligence, the skills would be devising a strategy and confusing people. Assassin is kill, the skills for an Assassin would be stealing and murder. There are a lot more skill sets for each Essence type, these are just the main three. People can kill and gain a little piece of Essence from the victim, its not all skills that they gain; youth, memories, and heightened senses are a few other things that can also be obtained when murdering another person. However, the trauma of killing another human being falls upon them as well taking a toll on the mind. When a person dies, even though they lose a piece of their Essence it travels into another gem creating a Second Generation being, thus so on and so forth. No one knows what the Beginners want, but everyone knows who they are. It is a very bad decision to make the Beginners angry knowing they can wipe out all civilization once again so therefore no one pursues the thought, “Why?” or “What do they want?”
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