Maggy Survived, Almost

Maggy Survived, Almost

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The Disaster was being planned long before Maggy was born, now 77 years after her first birthday The Disaster had been in motion for 70 years. The Disaster got out of hand, they planned it to be a small experiment, but it had grown into a horrible life destroying disaster. Maggy survived through most of it. As Maggy sits in a dark cellar going over her life, you hear her story.The Monsters couldn't take her down, now she's old, in a dreary cellar, with her life fading from her, and she's alone. There are other survivors, but they don't help her. the world might be revived. She killed thousands in 70 years, but it didn't change much. Listen to her life story, it's much more insane than yours.
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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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