"'Shoot the human first.'
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My, oh my. Here I stand with nothing but a lose knot around my neck. Down below I would go along with my comrades, witches in arms is what they call us yet they deign to call me human. Oh, how I wish I was born in a different timeline. Maybe then, life would be sweeter than blackthorn berries. After all, it did all begin with but a single berry."
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"What were the people of the older ages reading? I simply can't understand this kind of literature!" came a voice from a space cruiser.
A young lady with ash white hair sat across a red-haired gentleman in what seemed to be the deck of the cruiser. She held a deck of cards with her head bowed as her hair covered a portion of her face while the fellow held a book in his hands trying to understand it's meaning.
