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In a world not unlike our own there was a great war that ended in great tragedy. Its after effects were so severe that the planet was left in ruins. The green and lush world that once was had became nothing more than a vast wasteland.
Few survived. The ones that did crowded into a single city known as Dividus. Dividus was separated into two parts; the Upper – a higher level inhabited by the rich - and the Lower - more suitably known as the slums.
The rich controlled everything. Every business, every job, every home, every speck of food and ounce of water belonged to them. They struck fear into the hearts of those less fortunate than they, making sure that this new world stayed under their control.
But no amount of fear could ever kill the inhabitants of the slums strong spirits. Many of them died during these hard times but that didn’t make the survivors give up hope. They still remembered the world that the Uppers had forgotten and they wanted it back, no matter the cost. The end of a world is never truly the end. Only a new beginning.
