~ flashback ~
A long time ago, The people of our plain lived in a utopia. It was perfect! We raised our children in an environment without fear, crime, or c(c)oniquences. everyone knew everyone, and everyone was everyone's friend. No one was judged based on how they look, and there were no caste system. Everyone was happy. Then it happened. We don't know how exactly, but one day a single soldier came into our village. The was extremely uncommon, because there was no need for wars. He looked like had gone through hell to get here. He looked to be about 25, shaved head, and fully equiped weapondry (close to modern day steel). It was that day, our whole world crashed.
The one soldier didn't do anything besides walk around aimlessly, Never talking, with a blank stare on his face, no life in his eyes. Then next week, 10 more showed up. then 50. then 100. then thousands. It was horifying! Suddenly, as if by an invisible command, it was said fire could be seen in there eyes. Blood ran thick; the streets were paved with it. The soldiers just started killing everyone in sight. The myth is that the screams of the people could be heard around ScapeRune, and it was like a domino effect; the soldiers in the next town were activated by the sounds of screams.
Only a few people lived through the massacre. Those people went into hiding. Some were found and killed, others were smarter then that, they hid, and finally, a small portion were greedy, and begged the new "supreme overlord" to spare there lives, in exchange for valueble info on some suvivors where-abouts. Every Normal Human born on the outside, up there, were born from traitor scum. wether it was there great great great grandparents, or not. Those are the only real humans living up there now, and they live in luxary. Today, there are about 200,000 suvivors. half of them refuse to fight. leaving 100,000 to the resistance. we are against 500 million. It's obvious we're not going to win this by force.
21-Jan-2008 01:07:15
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