DUPLICITY
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Deception. Deceit. DUPLICITY.
- Duplicity: the act of being deceitful in speech or conduct -
I never knew life outside of the facility - we were never allowed beyond the same four walls. Trapped like dogs and used like weapons. I've known nothing different. Each day we wake up and survive. Each day we train and we fight. Each day the cycle repeats. It repeats. It repeats. It repea- conformity. WE know nothing different.
Pantoran was a conformed city - run by the toran government. Everyone had their own responsibilities given to them to help the only surviving city of E-158 thrive. Failure to conform and carry out those given tasks resulted in being exiled beyond the walls. Sentenced to an early death depending if you could survive beyond Pantoran. It is said most never - yet for the lucky ones who do... they will wish they are dead.
Us. We live in a facility in Pantoran. A facility called MSRFB. It is where we learn, train and serve our duties to help Pantoran thrive. It is where we... conform.
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