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The city. It's dark. And cold. It's become hard to survive between the tyrant rulers and the
mutated creatures that now roam the streets. The survivors are quickly giving up hope for
the next day, wondering if the sun too will soon grow tired and give up on the pitiful excuse
for a planet that is known as Earth. Maybe the sun will take pity on the lifeforms and explode,
causing everyone a relatively painless death. It's gotten so hopeless that, yes, people are
legitimately hoping the sun will explode any day now. It's not a very realistic wish, but it's
one nonetheless.
Within these hopeless survivors, however, lay the luminaries. They protest the tyrants who
make the already hard conditions even worse. Some of the luminaries protest loudly and
violently, setting official government buildings ablaze, while others protest through art or
public speaking. A few things are shared between all of them, however. They all hate the
tyrants, they all want to save the survivors of the city, they all group together to plan their
next protests, and all of them keep their identities hidden, even from each other. Whether
it be a mask, wigs, costumes, so on so forth, their identities are kept completely hidden.
It's not an easy life, isolating yourself and only being with people when discussing how to
break down the awful government in this dystopian world, but it's a tough life they're
willing to take in order to try and save what's left of the human race.
The city. It's dark. And cold. It's become hard to survive between the tyrant rulers and the
mutated creatures that now roam the streets. The survivors are quickly giving up hope for
the next day, wondering if the sun too will soon grow tired and give up on the pitiful excuse
for a planet that is known as Earth. Maybe the sun will take pity on the lifeforms and explode,
causing everyone a relatively painless death. It's gotten so hopeless that, yes, people are
legitimately hoping the sun will explode any day now. It's not a very realistic wish, but it's
one nonetheless.
Within these hopeless survivors, however, lay the luminaries. They protest the tyrants who
make the already hard conditions even worse. Some of the luminaries protest loudly and
violently, setting official government buildings ablaze, while others protest through art or
public speaking. A few things are shared between all of them, however. They all hate the
tyrants, they all want to save the survivors of the city, they all group together to plan their
next protests, and all of them keep their identities hidden, even from each other. Whether
it be a mask, wigs, costumes, so on so forth, their identities are kept completely hidden.
It's not an easy life, isolating yourself and only being with people when discussing how to
break down the awful government in this dystopian world, but it's a tough life they're
willing to take in order to try and save what's left of the human race.