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in which wars begin breaking out between countries, people dying in the battleground and homes turned to dust, at first people remained calm and assured that the government would figure and settle disputes, but just days after, officials sit in there office,- knuckles white, cold sweat running down there heads. they've come to the realisation that there would be no civil negotiation with other countries. soon every one would turn there guns at each other, trembling from the sheer heat of the flames that engulf what used to be called home. smoke blinding, screams deafening and the realisation that hope was a cruel story made for children. everyone smart enough had long realised a world war was soon to break, but this was not like any other war where even though death loomed behind you, you'd still have a chance to survive and make headlines. With every country equipped with explosions that could wipe have the face of earth, every inch of earth responsible for holding something that brought pride to the country. did it make sense? was all that they could lose worth what they could gain?
in the midst of panic people began disappearing without trace. rallies of people began protesting against the government for answers. people began questioning there safety, and later the governers revealed they hadn't any clue as to what was happening, they confirmed an emergency investigation taking place. nothing was found until one day the answer revealed themselves.
an organization called 'TCP' came to light revealing the whereabouts of the ' whistles' aka the lost people, but that's not what left people in shock, it was the revelation as to why they took the whistles in the first place. TCP explained they had a solution to prevent war from breaking out, the quick revelation brought relief and hope back to the eyes of the watchers, hope that maybe this organisation was help sent from God, mercy being rained to earth, but once again hope was a cruel story made for children. As quick as it came it left. TCP continued.- the watchers clenched on to their devices as though there lives depended on it, their eyes strained as they stared into the screen. revealing the answers to the people's non spoken questions. -In order for peace to be born the whistles had to be sacrificed- the revelation left no space for questions or objections. with that the screens went black.