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Hey CSians. This is just my little patch of forum where I'll post random writing, stories, and once in a blue moon; poems. Let's get started, shall we? Also, these are all fiction.

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(Warning: Some of the scenes may be a bit upsetting for sensitive users. Don't say I didn't warn you.)

Prolougue
I can't say I'm the best person in the world. Then again, a lot of others can't either. As I sit here in silence and oblivion, I have no idea what's happening anywhere except for where I am. There's no hate, no envy, just understanding. As a human race, all we're sent to do is what we're told. It's only until a 'top dog' steps up, it's then that we start to consider ourselves a dominant race. Truly, we're all equal, It's just the few honestly intelligent being that take the reins and steer us in their preferred direction. If it weren't for our intelligence, the world might go on as normal, except with true dominant creatures, like lions perhaps. Then' we'd become the prey, and would have to worry about being killed for food by wolves, or another predator. I'm Skylar Nolans, and I see the world like I should.

Chapter 1
You might agree with me in the statement that humans naturally do what they're told. You might take offense to it and go on your defense. Whatever the case, you've gotten this far, so I'm assuming your interested in this little journal I keep. I'll tell you about myself, though there really isn't much to say. I'm in my twenties, I can't say I look stunning all the time, and I could never say I have a good job. I take a dwelling inside of a cabin on the outskirts of a big city, with two other guys who share the occupation with me. Let's say that my job isn't something a normal women would want.
One of my partners, a young man nigh of twenty six, goes by the name Harlequin. He's tall, not ideal for his occupation, and sports short chestnut hair. He's incredibly clumsy, but almost heartless when on the job. He barely fits in with me and my other comrade. I'll try to help him out a bit, but in this world, it's eat or be eaten.
Then, we'll come across Gotlan. He's been my long-time partner since I was hired for the job, four short years ago. I was only nineteen years of age, and he had only joined a year before, and had just turned twenty-one. Though you'd think some sort of romance would come from a cabin of two men and a women, I don't trust easy. Harlequin and Gotlan are only friends to me, and that's perfectly fine with me. I truly hope it's the same with them as well.
Enough about the lives of other humans, I'll write about my life. Once I graduated high school, my family wanted to send me off to the best college they could afford. Only a week after I got there, I could tell my destiny didn't lie here. I ran away, and soon started looking for a new job. Once I found this one though, something clicked. So, here I am now, five foot seven, bleach blonde hair, killing people for a living.