𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎,
𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓉.
𝐼𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈
𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝑜𝒷𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝓉.
𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒, 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈
𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉.
𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈.....
𝐿𝒾𝒻𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈.
𝒞𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒
𝐻𝒾𝒹𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈,
𝑅𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓉𝒽
𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓈.
𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹
𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒.
𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝓈
𝒮𝓂𝑜𝓀𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝒾𝓇.
𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝑔𝑜 𝒷𝓎
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓅𝓈 𝒾𝓃.
𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎'𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝑜𝓊𝓉
𝐿𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃.
𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓅𝓈 𝓊𝓅,
𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎 𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈.
𝒴𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒
𝐼𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒾𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈!
- By Elizabeth Mcroi
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L҉i҉g҉h҉t҉ ҉i҉s҉ ҉e҉a҉s҉y҉ ҉t҉o҉ ҉l҉o҉v҉e҉,҉ ҉S҉h҉o҉w҉ ҉m҉e҉ ҉y҉o҉u҉r҉ ҉D҉a҉r҉k҉n҉e҉s҉s҉ ҉~҉
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FUTURISTIC ( A Roleplay )
( this is a literate Roleplay, it requires some detail :) )
Enter a metropolis society, well into the future...
