An Unconventional Story
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Last published Fri, Jun 30, 2017
Reconnaissance squad, unit 32, code name, Barly. My friends, Killer and Essenz and I make up this 3 person squad. Why 3 well one was caught stealing an orange and was hung, 2 others were sacrificed to the blood moon and one more was abducted by commandos in the night. Then the last one you will hear about in this story and how we avenge our fallen comrads.
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