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Stream Nothing After 72 hours on her feet, rest was coming to greet her. The blankets embraced her like a warm mother, diluting her aches and her anxieties. She had made it, and now she was allowed to sleep. The smell of tuna never left her fingers, but she didn't care, at that point. Survival had become a full time job, and she was becoming extremely good at it. Just when she was slipping into a placid state of blissful relaxation, the noise began. The depository of all her love was also the source of all her stress, and the affection given was returned in the form of screams and fetid refuse. She pushed a pillow over her own head, hoping she would quiet the screams, but it was not working. The high pitched wailing struck her body like a lightning, leaving that acrid taste in the roof of her mouth. She was, again, wide awake, trembling, and feeling her life was being drained through her eardrums. She stood up, and walked towards the little angel. It had been born with teeth and hair; huge, grotesque, misshaped. It had broken her on arrival, and destroyed her life afterwards. And she was supposed to love the screaming beast. She pressed a pillow against the gaping hole of its mouth, and didn't move until the noise was long gone. She felt a cold finger tracing her spine, but the noise was gone. She went back to sleep, to relax, to forget. Silence hugged her tighter than any blanket, with its cold breath whispering "Murderer" in her ears. She was surprised to discover that a whisper inside her head was so much powerful than a scream from a cot. |
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![]() PLOT | RULES | CANONS | LINK BACK Once they were urban myths, keeping to the shadows, but now they are reality. Ten years ago, the world was introduced to mutants through a viral video. A young girl soaring through the skies, her wings catching a glint of sunlight. Other videos began to surface, people with extraordinary powers and abilities. Are they the next step of human evolution or are they a threat to human’s way of life here to wipe out humanity? The choice is yours! Charles Xavier believes that humans and mutants are destined to live in peace, and mutants can use their gifts to protect humanity and make the world a better place. He’s opened the doors of his ancestral home to mutants young and old, to teach them how to use their powers and teach them a better way to live among the humans. Erik Lehnsherr believes the opposite: humans and mutants cannot live in peace and the world can only prosper and move forward if it is mutants that ascend and rule the world. His chosen soldiers, The Acolytes, stand alongside him with the purpose of showing humans that they should fear mutants and should bow to their new rulers. Together they are gathering youths of their own to fill the ranks of a true Brotherhood of Mutants, ready to step up and lead this new world that shall be created. Lines are being drawn, and dark forces are stirring in the shadows. The question is: Where will you stand? |
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