Fantasy Pills
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By year 2249, depression has been an outbreak to every sides of the world. Depression came knocking to everyone's door like a plague. Suicide wasn't a new word or being exposed to illegal drugs. However, among all anti-depressant drugs calculated and listed, one stood out the most and that is Fantasy Pills that was founded by Neo-Wisdom. Fantasy Pill was a huge hit in the black market and by 2262, it was legalized in America.
Fantasy Pills is some kind of drug that makes the host fall in a deep sleep for a three whole days. While their physical bodies are sleeping, their soul are taken to a new dimension of their fantasies. Fantasies are limitless even if you want to have a flying elephant, be on top of Big Ben or sail the seven seas, everything is possible. And if everything turns out lonely, you can step into a big door that leads you to the plaza where you can interact with fellow hosts.
Red Silva, has tried everything to be a perfect to-be-wife. She woke up one day, setting up a perfect anniversary date solely for her fiance, Neon Silva. Everything was perfect until she knows a certain information that involves her soon-to-be-husband and the powerful Neo-Wisdom.
Red might be depressed but instead of popping a pill, she finds herself leading a revolution to overthrow Neo-Wisdom.
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