

Working Class Job 1Job One Mijikai HyūzuWorking Class Job 1
Im not sure why I was given this vision. I lay on top of a large shipping container staring upward toward the sky. I couldnt tell if there were clouds or not but my skin tingled with the coming storm. In my mind I saw a small brown haired girl with blue eyes that seemed to have been modeled from the early spring sky. She had to be young, really young, and she was alone. I could see the girl sitting in a New York City alley. Why would someone leave such a small child alone in a city like this?
In my mind I saw her again, she was crying. I looked further


The Working Class IntroThe Working Class Gifted Bounty Hunters of New EarthThe Working Class Intro
If you could have anything you wanted, no restrictions, and no conditions, as well as the ability to take it, what would you ask for? How would you use it? Human nature dictates that we will always want more. The sky is not the limit; the furthest star is not far enough. We could gain everything, and it wouldn't be enough. This is the vice of the human race.
My name is Maya Django. I live with my sisters not by blood Mijikai Hyūzu, Annah Motsuo, and Izzy Mando. Together with our new brother Elijah, we are extraordinary.
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Your pitiful, nihilistic existence is naught but a veritable cacophony of misery, dread, and morbid sorrow.
Also, you suck
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Were in the army; everything is based on hand signals. Ive got this especially elegant signal I can teach you, it only takes one finger.
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Your pitiful, nihilistic existence is naught but a veritable cacophony of misery, dread, and morbid sorrow.
Also, you suck
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Your pitiful, nihilistic existence is naught but a veritable cacophony of misery, dread, and morbid sorrow.
Also, you suck
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Were in the army; everything is based on hand signals. Ive got this especially elegant signal I can teach you, it only takes one finger.
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Your pitiful, nihilistic existence is naught but a veritable cacophony of misery, dread, and morbid sorrow.
Also, you suck
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Were in the army; everything is based on hand signals. Ive got this especially elegant signal I can teach you, it only takes one finger.
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Your pitiful, nihilistic existence is naught but a veritable cacophony of misery, dread, and morbid sorrow.
Also, you suck
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