The Never Ending War 3129

The Never Ending War 3129

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It was the year 3000. The anniversary of mankind. A day for all to celebrate and rejoice. Until The Gunshots. They rained down from the soldiers. The war that had stared 500 years ago still surged on, not stopping or hesitating for anything. It is now the year 3129. Nala sits in her cell as a prisoner of war. An innocent 14 year old put into custody for doing nothing. Misho is the cities most wanted criminal. Until one day he waked up with the mark on his wrist. He is thrown out of his town immediately and is left for the dead. Watch as these two ordinary people meet and start an uprising against this Never Ending War. 3129.
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