Ross Elliot
LameMemePrince
This world has turned sour ever since we came back from the Guild. Our home, a place where we were able to escape from this corrupt world. Some of us had been there for years. Some a few months, and our newest members, not even 3 weeks. We were fighting against those trying to control us. Trying to change us, put us in places were we lost our only uniqueness. Now that most of us were too old to get our transformations, we had to move into a group of our own, until they found a way around our age.
We were guided around by our own guards, kind of like everyone else's leaders, but they would punish us with electrides if we moved a centimeter out of our square, which we were chained to using their , we had our own building,
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