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A straight column of metal benches ran the fluorescent lit dinning hall. It was meal time for all of Purgatories recruits and they properly aligned themselves in quiet rows. Only the sound of scraping spoke throughout the room from the metal utensils and trays that held their white mixture of proteins. Trainers stood at each end of the benches fisting stun rods. The trainers eagerly watched the recruits as they ate waiting for a cadet to make a mistake. An unwanted sound or interruption from the recruits gave the trainers a reason to put their stun rods to use. The hours designated for sleeping and eating was the only time t
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"If you wish to forget anything on the spot, make a note that this thing is to be remembered."
- E.A.P.
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To live is to die.
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