If someone could move this to rewritten stories thanks
Wasnt sure where to put it.
Sorry
Here it finally is.
Without further ado lets get started.
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In the year 2194 the earth is ravaged by multiple nuclear wars and battles. Leaving Earth a scarred and barren wasteland.
And from amidst the debris rose two main factions the APF and the PHC both are locked in savage war with each other.
The first faction led by Rage a mutant with the ability to read peoples minds and possess superhuman strength and speed making him a formidable foe to face on the battleground.
The second faction led by a man known as Jilal Mansu one of the few remaining pure bred humans. He commands the PHC (The Pure Human Council) a organization devoted to creating anti mutant munitions and weapons. For Jilal is a man of god and believes that mutants are a scourge created to lead the world into oblivion.
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Rage awoke with a startled shudder as a shell exploded somewhere above ground. Rage thought to himself about how him and the other APF members had come to living in an underground bunker cowering in fear from the PHC endless assault.
Rage dropped down from the makeshift bunk he had been asleep on and walker over to a table that had one of their last radio's on, he picked it up and tuned it into the first secure frequency and spoke gruffly into it with the following message "If there is anybody out there please respond.We are pinned down and in need of medical supplies and weapons. I repeat if there is anybody out there please respond we are pinned down and in need of resistance."
Rage sat down on the closest chair and listened to the dull crackle of interference, waiting silently for a reply. That was when a hand fell onto his shoulder, and the familiar, warm voice greeted his shudder. "You still waiting for a reply? whats the use were gonna die down here, you might aswell face it sometime soon."
Rage turned to look at his closest friend, Deamo, a savage looking man with many scars from countless skirmishes and scouting trips, the right side of his face plated with a metallic flesh substitute after he was trapped beneath the flaming wreck of his motorcycle. Rage replied "Its worth a try Deamo, there has to be someone else left out there" Deamo turned to walk away, looked back over his shoulder and said "Well we've been down here for four months now and our supplies are at there lowest. We've been outside for four minutes and half of our men our injured, either due to shrapnel shredding them or falling debris. But if you really thinks its worth it then no ones stopping you."
"Boss" Deamo shouted cockily as he strolled of to the lookout post.
Rage turned back to the radio and turned the dial to the next secure channel and repeated the same message.
Wasnt sure where to put it.
Sorry
Here it finally is.
Without further ado lets get started.
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In the year 2194 the earth is ravaged by multiple nuclear wars and battles. Leaving Earth a scarred and barren wasteland.
And from amidst the debris rose two main factions the APF and the PHC both are locked in savage war with each other.
The first faction led by Rage a mutant with the ability to read peoples minds and possess superhuman strength and speed making him a formidable foe to face on the battleground.
The second faction led by a man known as Jilal Mansu one of the few remaining pure bred humans. He commands the PHC (The Pure Human Council) a organization devoted to creating anti mutant munitions and weapons. For Jilal is a man of god and believes that mutants are a scourge created to lead the world into oblivion.
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Rage awoke with a startled shudder as a shell exploded somewhere above ground. Rage thought to himself about how him and the other APF members had come to living in an underground bunker cowering in fear from the PHC endless assault.
Rage dropped down from the makeshift bunk he had been asleep on and walker over to a table that had one of their last radio's on, he picked it up and tuned it into the first secure frequency and spoke gruffly into it with the following message "If there is anybody out there please respond.We are pinned down and in need of medical supplies and weapons. I repeat if there is anybody out there please respond we are pinned down and in need of resistance."
Rage sat down on the closest chair and listened to the dull crackle of interference, waiting silently for a reply. That was when a hand fell onto his shoulder, and the familiar, warm voice greeted his shudder. "You still waiting for a reply? whats the use were gonna die down here, you might aswell face it sometime soon."
Rage turned to look at his closest friend, Deamo, a savage looking man with many scars from countless skirmishes and scouting trips, the right side of his face plated with a metallic flesh substitute after he was trapped beneath the flaming wreck of his motorcycle. Rage replied "Its worth a try Deamo, there has to be someone else left out there" Deamo turned to walk away, looked back over his shoulder and said "Well we've been down here for four months now and our supplies are at there lowest. We've been outside for four minutes and half of our men our injured, either due to shrapnel shredding them or falling debris. But if you really thinks its worth it then no ones stopping you."
"Boss" Deamo shouted cockily as he strolled of to the lookout post.
Rage turned back to the radio and turned the dial to the next secure channel and repeated the same message.
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