Dystopia sounds good. There are gangs, a weak police force, daily riots and shootings and stuff like that...
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Oh yeah, I forgot this was futuristic... Well, just something near that category
Or something ironic like the Daily Shootings is actually a basketball game.
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(Okay, I'm done now.)
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(To the next day, right?)
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Recap? And anybody in the Inmates forest free for interaction?
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Yup. And you have to have a license or similar to use magic in certain situations. Like medical reasons, entertainment reasons, etc.
Maybe they have to wear inhibitor rings that limits the amount of magic used, so that one, they don't wear themselves out, and two, they don't accidentally kill everyone in *shrugs* hundred mile radius.
That was just my two cents...
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(Okay, thank you.)
It ad only been a few months after her mother was taken from her, though she had been doing well on her own, thanks to her parents' lessons. Right now, she was in her normal form, laying back in a tree that was right on the edge of the Trinity Fields. Tons of people from two kingdoms were gathered there. Why, she wasn't sure. And she didn't care as log as none came near her home...
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That's good.
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(Major Bump.)
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(Okay, it's fine.)
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*spawns pie* here you go. It's pie flavor!
You people sound friendly.
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We'll, I have Minecraft on XBOX 360. Also, a friend of mine on this site has ranted about someone's stepmother, because they were being a pain in the everything. I'll try to show it to you...
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Okay, here's the conversation.
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No, that's not my stepmother. It's the stepmother of someone else on this site that's a friend of my friend.
Shopping is evil.
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(Okay.)
The next morning, both girls woke up, going through their normal daily routine. Amadaeus put on her clothes and brushes her hair while Thorn grooms her fur, using her tail to reach the fur on her back. Soon enough, they're ready and walk outside, standing in front of their door to wait for roll call.
The loudspeaker shrieks to life, making the cheetah and just about everyone else cringe at the shrill noise. "Good Morning, everyone!" A sweet voice calls out to them. "As usual, it's time for role-call! Aidan?" "Here!" "Michael?" "Here..." The list goes on, followed by 'here's of many pitches and volumes. Finally, it reaches down to the last few. "Amadaeus?" "Here...!" "...Thorn?" Since she couldn't speak, she decided to try a different approach. Instead, she howled, earning a gasp and/or flinch from just about everyone there. Said howling went on for a good two minutes, when the cheetah finally lost all her breath and stopped, panting.
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It's fine, every idea needs a little flaw otherwise it's too good to be true. Which ie not a true statement.
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Some of the kids notice this and laugh, catching the attention of all the other kids there. Soon enough, all the kids, adn even some of the staff were laughing.
The lunch lady was obviously confused as to what was so funny, though when one of the other lunch ladies held a mirror up to her face, she screamed, making a few kids since. They started to laugh even harder when we scrambled to be it out of her hair. -
The. Only. Person. Who. Hasn't. Said. Their. Name. Aka, YOUUUUUU))(I never said my name...
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