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Saviour


Look around!  What do you see? The good of man-kind? or the wickedness of humans? Life? or death? For justice could take many forms and shapes, but there must be the choosen few to shape it into something more than a mere blob. To shape that blob into a cloud and make that cloud rain down the truth. The truth you say? Thats something I still got to learn. Give me a badge, give me a car that states, "To protect and serve". Give me a job as a cop, so I too learn the truth. Give me justice.

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Nerps64
<p>Yes.</p>

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