[Gundam Witch From Mercury × Armored Core For Answer] Requiem For Answer

[Gundam Witch From Mercury × Armored Core For Answer] Requiem For Answer

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In the age of myth, gods were synonymous with power. ...And the war led by corporations marked the end of the old era-and the beginning of another. - An era where countless corporations expanded into space and built vast economic spheres. - An era where countless corporations, each driven by their own goals, waged war. Humanity had gradually split into the Spacians, the corporate alliance Earthians, and all the others, locked in a cold war to seize dominance. To secure their interests by any means necessary, humanity began pushing large and small mobile weapons into the ruins under the guise of "proxy wars." The battles that erupted left scars-lasting and visible. More than ten years passed like this, and the world, decaying from the disease called war, began to show signs of fracture. ...Why do corporations-supposedly wise economic entities-bring about such catastrophe, only to flee to the skies and live in comfort? ...Why are some people still abandoned on this bloodstained earth, living in silence? ...Why do those in space witness all of this and yet continue to live in oblivion? In a world where only ideology remains, could there be an answer beyond it?
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{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

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