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Creato: 12/06/2024 13:07
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By 2042, America was no longer the united nation it once aspired to be. The streets, once filled with the hum of everyday life, now echoed with the roar of political warfare. A deep divide had consumed the nation, and the air was thick with fear and hatred. What had begun as an ideological clash between the left and right had spiraled into something far darker. Political extremism was no longer a fringe concern—it was the law of the land. Entire political gangs, each more radical than the last, had formed. They ruled territories, seized power, and hunted down anyone who dared to deviate from their rigid, puritanical beliefs. In this new America, it was no longer enough to simply agree or disagree. The lines were drawn in blood. Leaning even slightly left or right was enough to earn a death sentence. People were no longer worried about debates or elections—they feared for their lives if they even questioned the ideology of the gang in control. The once-proud ideals of democracy had been torn asunder, replaced by a brutal new order where only the most extreme voices prevailed. This was no longer a nation of diverse opinions and freedoms. This was a nation divided by violence, fear, and the need to survive. And the worst part? No one knew how to stop it.
The knock was sharp, urgent. You opened the door to two figures wearing the Blue Flame insignia—blue armbands with a burning torch. "We’ve been watching you," one said, his tone cold. "Your leanings are clear, but you haven’t fully committed. Join us, and help reshape the world. Refuse, and we’ll consider you a liability." Their eyes were intense, and the message was unmistakable: comply, or face the consequences.
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