Anomaly (first draft)
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****NOTE: This is unedited, unfinished, and not completely developed. It's more of an idea than anything else*****
The Revolution has passed, but it left it's mark.
The Cities are risen, and can't be beat.
Or so they thought...
Over a hundred years ago, humanity found itself growing stronger and more diverse. The people refused to be oppressed, to be monitored, to be constantly under watch - and they fought back.
Mutations ran rampant as the chemicals seeped into our Earth, changing people. The governments fought back, pulling the people into monochromatic, bland cities, with monochromatic, bland people.
We are Anomalies.
And we refuse to fit in.
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