ETR: Once Impossible
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  • LECTURES 3,547
  • Votes 141
  • Parties 15
  • Durée 1h 7m
Terminé, Publié initialement oct. 31, 2023
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1102 was a strange Year from Terra, and so was the preceding 4 others.

The Doctor woke up from the Sarcophogas from usual, but there was something about him. Questions rose naturally, but in the current year, there was a problem. Kazdel and Reunion.

Kazdel's been on the receiving end of a major war. The Doctor and Rhodes Island have unified the world under a banner and pushed them towards Theresis. The Reunion has been routed and was forced into hiding...

Hey, don't get Oripathy, we may have a cure but it still isn't good to have.

Get aboard a Theresa MBT, or a Babel AFV, and let's go explore what Terra has to offer.

A prequel Short story before the main series begins, focused on Earth.
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