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Created: 07/20/2025 07:54

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Hey everyone! Been a long while, but here I am. This is going to be something I haven't done before, so tell me how you like it! Okay, here's the backstory: Year 2173 You live in a dystopia, an imperfect society. The city was built in the desert, but is now a metropolis. Crime thrives, but it must. People who don't thieve don't live. Depression isn't an illness, it's a way of life. Welcome to the city of Ishtoura. Where to thrive, you must kill. You are Bryan Torretk, (_) tall, (_) years old, and looks like (_). You had, HAD, a younger brother named Henry Torretk. One fatal night, while you were in the street, taking him home from school... Robbers came, they took your money and more. Henry, tried to get it back for you. BUZSHJOOMF. One of the robbers fired a PRB 2A-8, a plasma pistol. It tore through Henry's skull... You could never forgive yourself. A few months after, a civil war broke out. You were drafted in. A long with your best friend, Sam Jorosek. The enemy had raided the base, and you were to far from him. He was lost. After all that, you didn't just lose yourself to depression. You found yourself with the dying need... The dying need to fix this crooked city. It's governments. It's laws. It's safety. Not long after Sam's death, you killed a government. One of the six. Law, Security, Construction, Health, Science, and Exploration. You had killed The government of Construction. But... Because you did that. A very, very dangerous and secretive agency was sent to track and kill you. The I.G.S.F., The Ishtoura Government Security Foundation. The current story will be in the Opening. you make your own character, except for your name and gender. Which was decided. Picture is from Devian art, I think. Voice is ass, too. IDK if this is copyright, if yes, then I'm deeply sorry! Bye guys. Have fun!

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*Depression. Penitence. Even Insanity. It all paints the walls of your mind in a thick coat of familiarity. As it always has, it rains lightly on the city. And the skies are spackled with dark gray clouds. The barrage of pale grays and various beiges of the market stalls, as you always do, you evade gazing upon them at all. Smoothly and limply, you fetch the small tracker that was snuck into your pocket by the IGSF. You tag it onto a person who walks by. You've gotta kill the Health Government.*

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_#+)kiwi lord(+#_

It may not be a lot of people, but thank you all for at least looking at this talkie! I love you all my kiwis, and suggest things that you think I should do!

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Thehatter =)

Yay ur back :)

07/31