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In the year 3022, the world was divided in to 5 countries; Fallwilde, Vertwick, Estercrystal, Belmoor and Lincastle. The human population has died out, their cells taken and used by government scientists with a plan of creating genetically modified people to take over what had been lost. Ten out of the millions of those created were 'accidents'; too genetically modified, making them mutants with unimaginable powers. They would never change, never grow.
Disgusted by them, the government hid them away in an unknown place underground and never let them out.. until now.
"Sir, Belmoor has threatened to attack us. We must fight back," A guard spoke, his tone was tense and wavered. "Dammit. Do they have a plan on when?" The president– a short and grey haired man– asked the guard. "No, they haven't. However, if they do attack.. well, we have no trained missionaries. Our people are not prepared for a war." The other man replied. With his hands flat on a marble desk, the President let out an irritated sigh. "The mutants. Let them out, get them prepared. They are our only hope."
