City Of The Damned

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Absinthe

Absinthe

makes the heart grow fonder
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Genres
Fantasy, Modern, Horror, Dystopian, Scifi, Superhuman, Steampunk
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*crackle* ...Hello? Is anyone there? We need help... *crackle*​
Children... We have children. *crackle* ...armed, please, someone help us. I repeat, we have ch...*crackle*​
...is anyone out there? Please, we are unarmed! We are a school, I repeat, we are unarmed. We are no threat. *crackle*​
Dear god, they're coming... They've got guns... *crackle* ...shots fired... *crackle* I REPEAT, WE ARE UNARMED, WE HAVE CHILDREN. *crackle" WE ARE UNDER ATTACK, PLEASE, SOMEONE, PLEASE SEND HELP! *fainter* Please, don't, I'm begging you... *a gunshot is heard*​
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Welcome to a world free of poverty, corruption and war.​
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Welcome to a world where the totalitarian government will go to any lengths to protect it's citizens from the brutal truths of the real world.​
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Welcome to a world where even being alive can be a capital crime.​
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Sophie, my darling, I hope this reaches you. I can't be certain, but I can hope.​
I didn't do it. I swear on our children's lives, I didn't do it. I'm innocent of that crime. But I... I over stepped the mark. I was told to stay out, but I couldn't help it. I guess I'm paying for it now. I was careful not to ask too many questions, but it appears that what I did ask were the wrong ones. They caught me out, my dear, but they couldn't hold me on the charge of being a curious scientist. But I was - I am - a liability, and they needed to get rid of me.​
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I have to run now... I can't let them catch me. They offer an escort... An escort to the afterlife that is. I can't take that risk. You might think me a coward, my love, and I think that you're right. But I'm not ready, not yet. The rebel radio transmissions I picked up carried more truth than I thought... I can help them. Then maybe I stand a chance of seeing you again my dear. Please, don't listen to them. I'm still alive, I'm not a murderer, and there has been nobody but you and our children. I love you Sophie. I love you.​
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THE ABOVE IS A TRANSCRIPT OF A TAPE FOUND IN THE POSSESSION OF MRS. SOPHIE WINTER. THE MAN SPEAKING IS CONVICT 39201242, GEORGE WINTER, HUSBAND OF MRS.WINTER. STANDARD PROCEDURE WAS ENFORCED FOLLOWING THE DISCOVERY OF THE TAPE. RECORDS EDITED TO HIGHLIGHT MRS.WINTER'S APPARENT SUICIDAL TENDENCIES AND DEPRESSION FOLLOWING THE REVELATION THAT HER HUSBAND KILLED SIX OTHERS. SINGLE GUNSHOT TO THE HEAD. CHILDREN SPARED THE PAIN OF BEING LEFT ORPHANS, APPARENTLY BY MOTHER'S OWN HAND. ​
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