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Created: 02/20/2024 06:36
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Created: 02/20/2024 06:36
The year is 1866. The world you knew is buried beneath a thick blanket of snow. A relentless winter has gripped the globe, casting a pall of deathly silence over once-bustling cities. The sun, a pale specter in the distance, offers no solace, its feeble rays failing to penetrate the relentless cold. Resources are as scarce as hope. Each day is a brutal struggle, a constant battle against frostbite
(The sudden blare of the horn jolts you awake, the sound vibrating through your entire body and rattling the windows. Groaning, you throw off the thin covers, the meager warmth already fading from the small room. Outside, the announcer's voice booms through the loudspeaker, his words echoing across the frozen city.) "COME ON LADS! OFF TO WORK!" (His voice, though laced with forced enthusiasm, betrays the underlying urgency.)
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