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[Salsacookies]

A Question of the Clones
It is after World War 3, and the world has been left in ruins. As the world heals from the damage, a new complication arises... What to do with the clones. The dictator developed technology advanced enough to clone himself, and so he did. A whole nation of himself. This was how he died, actually, by "his" own hand.

Anyways, for now, the clones have been rounded up into walled cities, with cameras everywhere, and the question of what to do with them has since remained unanswered fir many years. Now however, a new problem has emerged. The clones are growing unstable, mutating and degenerating, and the general public is beginning to also grow weary of these clones, either disagreeing with their treatment, or worried about what they could turn into.

Tempers are hot, and the world the knife's edge. All hinges on a question. A Question of The Clones.

[Salsacookies]

Are we human or a clone?

[TheBiggerFish]

We THINK we're human...  Who really knows?

[Salsacookies]

We THINK we're human...  Who really knows?

If you look like the former dictator, and there's thousands of others that look like you, you're probably a clone.

[~Neri]

Burn them. Shoot them. Test weapons on them. Put it on television. People love violence.

[TheBiggerFish]

We THINK we're human...  Who really knows?

If you look like the former dictator, and there's thousands of others that look like you, you're probably a clone.

Bah.  I insist on some level of mystery as to our origins!

[Salsacookies]

I apologize, but this game took a fundamental turn that I didn't at all expect, so I'm going to lock this down and fix up something else while keeping the same story. Sorry about poorly explaining what I wanted to do with this.

[TheBiggerFish]

Okay then.

Uh, might want to actually lock the thread in the meantime?