The Fight for Our Future
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Last published Sun, Jul 1, 2018
Hey, It's me. Now I know this is all going to sound crazy but hear me out. 'Kay? This information that I've learned is for your ears and only your ears. For years this knowledge has been hidden from your eyes but the time to know the truth has come. The world you live in is false. The people you know as "the first class" or "the rich" have been hiding a very big secret from the world and that's what I need to tell you. I know you won't believe me when I say this but magic, it's real and you posses it. The first class happens to be a group of people who possess these powers. Problem is they're using their powers for evil rather than good and have enslaved society. Over 1/3 of the population has been wiped out and the weak cower in fear. Poverty is widespread and many struggle to survive. They've meddled with our heads and kept us in the dark for our whole lives. They hid this world from us to keep us from rising up and fighting. But now we know; and they can't stop us. I'm starting a rebellion today. We with the power must fight. If you don't have the commitment to risk your life I suggest turning back now. This won't be a pretty ride for the weak of heart and I can't promise your survival. But I will tell you this, we won't give up. We will win this world back no matter what it takes. Join us. Help us bring light back to the world.
-Yuuki Sakamoto
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