Your name is Max Paramount, and you've been dragged into the war along with millions of
other civilians as fighting escalated around you, and you've been forced into battle. This is
your story.
You had learned before the war by watching the news that genders had grown separate.
Although men and women had been content with each other in the past, before the war
many sexist and biased scandals rocked the Earth and neighboring colonies. Politicians
became more radical as fighting ensued, urging men to separate from women and vice
versa.
Men originally had the upper hand, easily overpowering the opposite gender in the
beginning. Then the girls developed a technology of some kind. After many disappearances
of entire armies of men, the girls seemed to grow in population. Then they attempted to
take Mars. The force was unprepared and overpowered, and the men were able to study
the girl's weapons, and make replicas for men. Soon, it was just a race to see who would
be able to convert the remaining of the opposite gender first.
Where do you come in? You live on Earth, in a small town, and you are not prepared for
what happens next.
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You wake up one morning, grab some cereal, and then grab the clicker and turn on the
clicker. More news from the boy channel. Ever since the war started, TV began only
sending signals to people who bought receivers for the respective gender from the army.
You remember your parents were arguing over what receiver to get, but for the best of you,
they decided a boy's receiver.
In the news, you could tell there was some intense propaganda going on, because the
same footage for a battle fought long ago was being played, only with different "heroes"
and statistics. You sigh as you attempt to change channels. Unfortunately, there was only
one channel. It's been one channel for at least 3 months, the same time the war started.
Your dad comes down the stairs, and smiles, watching the news from the staircase.
"Today's your birthday, right, Max? You're 16. That's a very important number for teens."
You sigh again, and get off the couch.
"Here Max. Take this. I hope you like it." Your dad hands you a box about the size of your
head.
"Aw! Sweet!" You exclaim. You start to open it when you notice your dad's eyes widening.
He tackles you to the ground as a rocket flies through the window behind you. It explodes
the staircase.
You get up, still holding the box. A siren begins to go off. You see, faintly, a couple of
women run by with TGuns. Flashes of blue and pink fly all over the place along with
explosions. You curse, and look at your dad. He seems to be unconscious.
"Get up!" You hiss. He doesn't get up. You make a run for it, and hide in the kitchen with
your box and hide as the front door slams open. You peek from the corner and find your
mom standing over your dad, wielding a TGun. She points it straight at your dad's head.
Your dad stirs, and murmurs, "I knew this relationship wouldn't work out..."
A bright pink flash blinds you. You hide behind the wall, terrified, but knowing what
happened to your dad. He screams, his voice quickly shifting into a woman's his age. You
decide to get out right now.