DystopiaJanuary 5, 2009 DystopiaDystopia
Twelve o'clock at noon and I am under a lot of pressure. The weather is cloudy and the world seems depressing ever since the nuclear explosion of the radiation plant. It has taken the north side of the city, which includes the north side police station. I am part of the south side of the police station, the only good police station left in this horrible city. No person should endure the pain of what has been shown in this town, but they are. My name is Edward Tramaus, and I am a detective on a point of solving one of the most important killings of Dark-water city. The mayor of this
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