Patchwork Nation
Imagine a planet much like ours. But very different. The humans lived for a few million years, the aliens came and went, and all that remains of the one true Aryan race is dying out.
Now imagine a Nation. A place where you'll have everything you can ever need, food, clothing, you'll never age or grow unhappy. All you have to do in return is... nothing. No one ever remembers life before the Nation. It's perfect, right?
The exiles know better. 17 people, all races, all ages, banded together outside the boundary gates. All stuck together for one...good...reason... A hate of the Nation that runs deep in their veins. They'd do anything watch it fall and burn.
Now imagine a Nation. A place where you'll have everything you can ever need, food, clothing, you'll never age or grow unhappy. All you have to do in return is... nothing. No one ever remembers life before the Nation. It's perfect, right?
The exiles know better. 17 people, all races, all ages, banded together outside the boundary gates. All stuck together for one...good...reason... A hate of the Nation that runs deep in their veins. They'd do anything watch it fall and burn.