Essa é uma ideia que tive, mas estou realmente sem coragem para desenvolver. Se alguem tiver força de vontade, pode ir na fé, dear.
Estamos em semi-hiatus porque foi semana de provas finais e agora temos que aproveitar o inicio das férias. Mas sempre que alguém pedir algo aqui faremos com muito amor, dear.
After the war between the factions died down, there was a two year period of time where the leaders of each faction argued with each other about how to avoid another war. They threw out idea after idea, everyone trying their best to repress the omnipresent idea at the back of their heads…dissolve the factions. None of the leaders were willing to give up their beliefs, even if it meant making their already weak city a war-zone once again. One fateful day, the unofficial leader of Erudite brought up an interesting point. “The youth…” he said, “They’re our future,” he said. “If we’re going to have a war-free city, they are who we’re going to have to change.” After that, it was settled. At the age of sixteen, two weeks before the Choosing Ceremony, all children would move into a special academy and learn to live with those outside of their inner circle. After the two week grace period, they would choose their faction and continue their initiation, and remain in the academy until the age of eighteen. Whether or not this plan will succeed is up to the students. Are you up for the challenge?
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There are seven billion people in the world. Could you control them all?
In 2037, a virus broke out through out the United States. It started off as a common, albeit more severe, version of the flu. Suddenly what was supposed to be a common bug turned deadly. After millions died, the people turned to their government who had claimed to have created a vaccination for the virus and shipped it throughout the US. What none of them realized was that the so-called vaccination was really death in a bottle and the governments way of gaining control. When the death toll greatly increased the government set up sectors. They closed off several virus free areas, rounded up those still healthy and took control of the distribution of food, water, medications and everything else people needed to survive.
Now, six years later, those who have managed to live through the disease have banded together into safe zones. Some call themselves Patriots—people who are loyal to the government. There are others, the Revolutionaries, who know that something about the mysterious illness wasn’t right. They’ll stop at nothing to discover where the virus really came from and only God knows what will happen then.
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(Source: fuckyesjennifermorrison)
I got us stranded over here, burned down the wardrobe, let Cora get the ash, and now the compass. The only reason I ever broke the curse was because it was exactly what Gold wanted me to do. I had nothing to do with it. He told you I was the Saviour. It was his plan. Once I fulfilled that role, maybe that’s all I was ever meant to do. Everything I’ve ever done; he had it all mapped out before I was even born. I’m not powerful, I’m not…a Saviour. I’m a name on a piece of paper.
