Living With A Disaster

Living With A Disaster

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One place, the calmest of all known places around the planet, has became the most disastrous and monstrous place. Whatever caused this disaster? What will happen to all the innocent citizens in the place? How can we prevent it? Well, you can't. Without the disaster, a lot of boundaries will emerge. Nobody even found any correct research or items that could cause this destruction. And nobody knows its story. ------ Celena helped me with this story. This story is a side book of WFTP. This story is originally from me. No content has been copied from other stories encountered or read.
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I gave everything really gave everything. But what did come out? Accusations! Supposedly I'm the traitor. Always smile always friendly, get as many contacts as possible be like a sponge that sucks up any sadness. But in the end it didn't help. Everyone believed it and not me. Throughout my childhood, books were my friends. Since I could hold a pen, I've been painting. Since I was able to form my first words, I have been writing. That was what my passion was. But now I'm being accused because of it. Society took away everything and left me with pen and paper and now it took that also away. I was accused of being a traitor because if my beloved analyses about heroes. And I had so many people who could stand by me, who had evidence that. But in the end they turned their backs on me just to have fun watching me suffer. What if I turn the tables? You want a villain you get one. Not that it was somehow my will but I accept what I get. A trait I had to learn because I was quirkless I can't afford to say anything against it. The time we parted dear fiends is because I was a villain in your eyes now we meat when I am a villain in my eyes.

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