Taranis (English version)
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Last published Thu, Apr 14, 2016
My parents kicked me out when the first symptoms appeared. The Güestia had revealed and everyone was hysterical ... They hadnt got time to change. Two heralds went home that night and they killed them. Security cameras recorded it all... I wear the data card around my neck, to remind me that I never should forget it... Ishould Never forget, nor Güestia or heralds... Forget means repeat it, being so few of us, repeat it means extinction. Taranis is a cruel place, under that appearance of paradise, but still, despite the disease, despite the heralds that now populate the plains of this world, Taranis is still our home.
And we'll mantain it!
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