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Post by fLEHANE on Aug 22, 2009 10:15:02 GMT -5
When we came to Cleveland, we all knew what it was. The busy city, with lights left on through all of the night, people bustling through the streets, relentless traffic. We all thought it was going to be a party, that it was going to be a good time. We all thought we were going to survive. We were wrong. It did not take long to learn that this city isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. It’s not a party. It’s a hellmouth. It's the place where some of us will fight for the rest of our lives. It's the place where some of us will die. But they need us. We are the only ones who can save the people of this city.
Vampires, demons, the city has it all. Everything and anything that you have had nightmares about. Anything that you thought lived under your bed or in your closet when you were still a kid. It's all in the underbelly of this city. And because of that, we never rest. Constant battles, persistent attacks, one thing right after another. The Council set up a base here, a place for us to train, to learn. She doesn’t run it, the one that we all hear about, Buffy. She has her own Council in London. But we still train and we still learn. We have our weapons. Stakes, swords, knives. We will survive in this hellhole.
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