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August 17, 2013
Written, edited and directed by GmodCinema and Mendelevius.
Rations. The one thing your average day citizen waits for on a daily basis, except maybe for wanting to break into the nexus. When that alarm goes off, anything a citizen was preoccupied with becomes second priority as they feel like a kid on christmas, rushing down stairs to open their presents. If they only knew what rations actually were made of. Here at the ration distribution terminal, you will meet your average citizen, and your not so average citizen.
First you have the attention grabbing female. Unfortunately she will be "cock-blocked" by our next person in line, the clones. The physical attributes of the clones are commonly known to have cool, rugged looks, but that is to only make up for their pure lack of intelligence. Don't let it fool you, their priorities are for themselves and themselves alone.
They plague the city and make a bad name for all other residents of city seventeen, causing massive panic, and uncivil activity. Keep your distance from them at all times or you may be labeled an accomplice to what ever they have up their sleeve. Then we have the cannibal. Unlike the clone, he is african american. Often over seven foot tall, and very hungry. His attention span is as short as his temper and ability to grasp humanity.
He is another whom you should distance your self from, or you will surely be beaten, bruised, killed, or worse... eaten. After a long day everything will return as it was after the ration terminal shuts down. The clones will begin plotting uncivil activity, the female will again have a hold of all attention in the city, and the cannibal will begin to gain weight, as people begin to disappear throughout the city.
Then there are those of who we do not speak. They glow a bright red and have no form of physical movement. They walk a line of destiny that is unknown to all. Some say they have principles. Some say they apart of an ancient evil cult. One thing is for sure, They do not speak much, and who ever follows their path, will surely end in horror.
Enjoy your stay, here at city
seventeen, it's safer here.
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