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Prolouge
Man, today was the worst birthday ever. My dad was on a business trip, my mom completely forgot it, and Sissy broke up with me at school during lunch. Oh yeah, and I turned fifteen today, so tomorrow, I was going to war.
Let me explain: It's the year 2082. There have been many smaller battles, and many conquerings. It eventually boiled down to only three massive countries in the world. America, China, and India. That's it. And I have to go fight. We were fighting for peace, love, prosperity, and equality. But I don't want to fight. I'm scared. In case you haven't figured out what war it is, I'll elaborate: WWIII.
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