A special preview is coming for those who want a slice of the ATO action: America: The Obliged at O'Discin Books Hop over to the O'Discin Books page and take a gander. I try not to give away much of the book in the spiel. But ya know, some things have to be laid out from Chapter 1. Official Cover of America: The Obliged
Are they even called that anymore? I have always read books in their paper form, saving digital media for social media, how-to's, recipes, and exploring my personal wonder - by that, I mean Wikipedia. I have been through seven long years of college and have amassed over 70 books during that time all related to the readings of coursework. I don't even remember what class mandated that I read The Jungle or God Gave Us Reason -- Not Religion . But they did, and instead of just renting them, I bought a fresh copy, right off Amazon's Click-to-Print presses. My collection of college-mandated books also includes lucrative reads like Organic Chemistry 3rd Edition and Modern Inventing 6th Edition . I know, these two are at the top of Amazon Best Sellers list. In fact, instead of paying $680 for Organic Chemistry like I did, you can get this exact edition for just $30! What a bargain! I mean, who knows when I may need to reference the chemistry vices circa 2013? My first ...
American Atrophy Prologue Drab overcast wrapped the sky in a gluttonous daub of clouds. Pellets of sleet mixed into rain, gathering in near-freezing puddles on the rotten and uneven pavement of the sidewalk outside the old Statesboro Hospital. A lazy crowd had grown curious by the unusual presence of militiamen standing arm in arm outside the old facility. The crowd gaveled at the fierceness of the men, their faces shrouded to their eyes by white neck gaiters, their tired and warworn eyes peered out, unbothered by the crowd’s curiosity. The men were each marred by years of combat and sacrifice, all in the name of United States President Aiden Connor; offering an obvious clue to who may be inside the dilapidated hospital facility. Under the decaying plinth of the old sanitarium, President Connor and a cluster of oligarchs glamoured over their new state-of-the-art laboratory, their money well spent. The sheen of the stainless-steel floor of the facility reflec...
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