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she’d roam the desolation that was once a place of LIFE && JOY. a marketplace, a park, and an office building lay strewn across the asphalt in an unintelligible mess. gripping her LAUNCHER tight, holding it flush to her chest she’d peer out at the carnage from behind her visor. EMOTIONS were running high but she had to remain v i g i l a n t for one missed cue could spell the end of a life. she was to find survivors and aid them in evacuating. she’d stop at a mass of rubble and turn back to face her ivory-clad COMRADE.
‘ it seems as though, we are too LATE ‘ -- a slight tinge of guilt resonated in her voice.









