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Last published Wed, Aug 24, 2016
O governo dos Estados Unidos ordena o recrutamento dos piores criminosos para uma importante missão, que visa acabar com uma entidade misteriosa e aparentemente impossível de se derrotar. É justamente isso que o governo precisa, de bandidos que praticamente não têm nada a perder. Mas será que eles estão dispostos a arriscarem suas vidas em nome da lei?
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Your life nearly seemed ideal; although your family wasn't affluent, you lived a life filled with joy. Everything changed, though when you were falsely accused of something leading to everyone including your own parents, turning against you. On the occasion of your 14th birthday, an individuals maliciously sought to frighten you by tossing a broken piano down from the third floor. However, the ominous projectile was miraculously halted, and in a surprising turn of events you found yourself striking a deal with the mysterious entity. After all, traversing the world, traveling through time and space might not be such a terrible proposition. You were given a strict time limit, a millennium to be exact, after which you would return to your own world, leaving all memories of this journey behind. However, perhaps this journey holds more significance than initially meets the eye?
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