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Post by The Guard on Jan 1, 2010 20:39:30 GMT -5
A new year.
Nobody would've known if a couple of mutants hadn't been keeping track. Minutes turn into hours, hours turn into days, and days blur into months in Freakopolis. Mutants grow older. Lives are taken. Life is born. It decays.
They exist in a sweet but sick harmony. No guards visit the prisoners. Newly captured mutants appear out of thin air. The simulated sky does its regular round. Factions grow. Those who die are killed by their brothers, their fathers, their friends. For a prison, Freakopolis isn't so bad.
Until now.
All of a sudden the guards are showing themselves. You see them patrolling the infirmary, watching the cell blocks, strolling through the market place. They glare as if you've hurt someone precious to them.
Rebellious mutants attack. Nothing comes of it. Being within five feet of a guard deactivates their mutations. The invisible become visible. Impenetrable become penetrable. Unnatural become natural. The mutants keep away.
Unfortunately, the guards don't. They make a point to persecute the innocent. They happily bring their guns down on the violent. Their eyes shine with a lust to hurt and kill the freaks.
And they plan to.
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