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Ditching gaia again.
if i owe you a commission, kill me, because you're probably not going to get it. ):
I'm sorry!The Corporation.
Money-hungry bastards killing people to further their own needs. They corrupt the youth to secure their future.
The Generation.
The very kids who go to
your school.
Kail. Seventeen years old. He has a girlfriend. Good home life. Good friends. Confident and childish, constantly seeking ways to live life on the
edge.
Adam. Nineteen years old. Too many people have died by his hands. Cold and manipulative, he seems far too
jaded to be so young.
It all happens with one bad morning, a late start, oversleeping. A
simple mistake. It escalates into something so deep, so far-flung, so much like a deep corkscrew into the center of the earth. Fate is the delicate chain they resign to because there’s no hope of clawing their way out. It’s being held hostage at the hands of their resident psychopath, it’s succumbing to the drugs that dictate their vices. It’s playing poker when the player across from you has nothing in his hand, but a
pistol in his pocket.
Fate at Gunpoint.
proving that not all teen stories end with a kiss and the movies.
email: fateatgunpoint (at) rocketmail.com
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[bDitching gaia again. sorry!
if i owe you a commission, kill me, because you're probably not going to get it.
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