Once upon a time.... In a land, much like the one you live in today, there was a child. This child was nothing special, born on a day no one remembered, and was given a name that was never used. We shall call this child Atreus. This child grew into a boy, and then into a teenager. He acted like every other person in his class, and got average grades. He had few people that he considered 'friends', but he was content with his life. Every day was like a repeat of the other, nothing seemed to stand out, nothing out of the normal ever happened. Or so it seemed. Atreus could never remember what had happened the day before, just that it seemed to be exactly like the day at present. No one remembered, or even though of the past, all that mattered was the present. Atreus lived with his parents, even though they always seemed to constantly yell back and forth at each other. He didn't care, because that was normal. He would watch television for nearly 4 hours, and then spend the rest of the night on his computer, upstairs in his room, not going to bed until probably around three in the morning. Life seemed pleasantly content, and safe. He didn't like change, no one did. If someone at school bothered him, he'd tell them off, and just continue his day nonchalantly, always waiting for tomorrow. Little did he know, that deep inside him he wasn't just waiting for tomorrow, he was waiting for something new to happen. But how does anything new happen, when people do the same thing every day, and conform to society? Deep within the abyss of his mind, he knew that something within him was about to burst forth, any moment of any day. He would make a stand.
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