Forced Equality or maximum chaos
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Last published Sat, May 23, 2015
Gene is a tall buff Haitian American, he was interested in politics and watched the news alot. He was very good at fighting and had cat like reflexes due to his family being full of MMA fighters. He didnt want to be like his family, he wanted to fight but he didn't know what to fight for. Until he realized every weak there was a new cop killing most likely Africans Americans.
But one case made him snap and he
Took action.
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