Rouse Stars
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Last published Sat, Dec 13, 2014
Lost, or left? Countless planets destroyed like marbles in the child's bedroom we call the galaxy. Families split up, Is this some kind of game? I don't think we can win, because all we are expendable pawns in this game of chess. Just like pawns many of us die in the beginning, but all of us that keep going forward and reach then end become powerful knights, ready to strike the battle field and get revenge for all the pain and suffering that we endured. My name is Jackel Greenspire and this is my story.
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