Before I tell you my story, you should probably know something. Everything that I'm about to tell you is real. This isn't some sappy story to get you to just think about what might be there; this is something that shows what is out there because t...
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I congratulate you for reading this far, but if they haven't found you yet, I beg you, close the book now, before they do.
What happened to me isn't some joke. And if those Galra aren't on your trail now, they will be soon. And, trust me, you don't want that. Galra are only bread for one simple purpose: kill, if given the command, and protect what is conquered at all costs. Victory or death.
Like I said before, this isn't some petty story written for your sick entertainment, this is about as real as it gets, and it only gets more realistic from here.
But, if you think you're strong enough to take it, go ahead and flip the page, nobody's stopping you, but it won't be my fault when Galra soldiers come blasting down your door with a gun aimed at your skull.
