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[center] "If you think about it. We're the ones who can truly bring things to life! So that they can see it without ever being there!"
"Isn't that what television is for?"
"That's not the point!"​ [/center]

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[color=gray] “Hello? Hel- Is this on? Oh, it is. Great. It’s your Principal Slews here. Here to greet you all for another wonderful year at this paradise.


New arrivals are welcome to Aistri Academy. I hope you’ve all enjoyed the first day so far. Your new clubs have hopefully welcome you with open arms. Or for the soccer club. Open feet! Ha….hah.


Anyhow, it is now the time where I’ll have to announce something exciting. Due to several reasons, some including budget cuts. We have decided it is best to...number down on the amount of clubs in this academy. But of course, how could we possibly cut out any of the many wonderful clubs that inhabit this school without giving them a fair chance? Aside from the ‘Anti-Oppression’ Cub. Who unfortunately found themselves short of members this year.

To solve this, we have decided for a competition to be held. Each club shall fight- I mean compete! To prove their worth to the school! Future Details will come later, but victory comes to those best prepared! I believe Einstein said that.”


In other news. We are holding a competition to replace the previous school motto ‘A Place for Everyone’. For those who have entries, please report to office 27 in the Dreams Building.

Now how do I turn this off? This…no. THIIIIS, no. Th-“ [/color]

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The first day of the year was a day of introductions. Of settling in new peers, and the beginning of leadership for others. For the writing club newcomers, it was going to be an interesting day.

It seemed the world had decided that today was going to be a bad day with those allergies. The air was thick with dust and pollen. Clubs had resorted to opening windows, giving members medicine, and for those with bad knowledge in biology; Outside classes.

The Writing Club, situated in what was once the home of the poverty's club, and before that an ancient boiler room, was not a nice thing to look at. It's windows were sparse. Located high up on the walls. Indented so that during the evening the sun rays would be focused to cut right through the floating dust that stifled the room. The members unfortunate enough to be sitting in the room found themselves sniffiling often. Clearly nothing in this room had been aired or cleaned over the summer.

 This wasn't the only discomfort. The chairs they sat on creaked omniously, threating to break underneath them. The desks had many markings from previous clubs and members. Signatures and messages to future readers. One member noticed that the words 'Down with the money pigs' was written on the frame of their's.

The desks were aligned in a rough U-shape formation. It was not clear if this was intentional or not. 'Shoddy' was defintely the word one would use to describe this room. Whoever was in charge had clearly not tried to make best with what little they had.

Speaking of whoever was in charge...