Sweet smelling smoke filled the air as a wild looking red haired woman chanted quietly.
She went silent and smirked knowingly before straightening a wide brimmed black hat.


“You’ve come, good. I knew you would.” Who did she speak to? "I called for outsiders,rebels,freaks and weirdos, I called for mad geniuses and freethinkers . Is that what you are?”

She stared into the smoke. “Or are you satisfied with your status, with the status quo?" 

She took a step nearly breaking the circle so neatly inscribed on the floor.
“Are you tired of a government who take your rights away day by day? Are you tired of living a life other people planned for you?
Are you tired of trying to fit in when all you want to do is stand out?” Her eyes scanned the room.
“Join with me, Rebell against the normal. Celebrate what makes you different, what makes you special. Destroy the world that would kill your dreams.
Your dreams will show you your purpose. Rebell and most of all, think for yourself.”

Smoke swirled around her curvy body and she scanned the room again. “Who am I talking to? I’m talking to YOU!  You are the Rebel I called here tonight !"
Is it possible? Could it be...me?
"Join me. Join the Rebels who fight for the right to be themselves in a world that wants only conformity.”
"Dare to think for yourself."
"Dare to feel the weight of the invisible chains that bind you."
"Dare to be what you truly are."
"Dare to be better than the limitattions others would impose on you through their own weaknesses."
"Dare to see yourself as happy."
"Dare to be happy."
"Dare to Live!"

Join the Rebellion



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