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Post by Gundam Revival GM on Jun 20, 2012 3:58:04 GMT -5
The child, all but ten years old, climbed the rocky hill behind his house hurriedly. Against his mothers warnings, the child ascended the hill with fervor, his curiosity fueling his drive to overcome his overbearing mothers wishes.
As the child crested the hilltop he could hear church bells ringing steadily in the distance, like a toll of what was to come. The child's eyes grew in wonder as he gazed, frozen in place, at a darkened sky full of what were commonly refered to as 'drones'. Scattered among the drones were Mobile Suits of varying affiliations fighting off the waves of invading drones, all of which came from a spaceship three times the size of Earth.
This was a normal Sunday now.
The child still watched the battle in awe and wonder, his eyes wide and smiling with an open mouth. This is when the child decided, 'I'm gonna be an MS pilot!'
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