The Academy (Page 3)
"Found you."
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Ah! Wanted to get this page out so I could introduce my lady queen Sera. 
Though still being hosted on tumblr, I’ll be showcasing the comic at MOCCA this weekend on a comic reader app I constructed just for the comic!
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The Academy (Page 3)

"Found you."

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Ah! Wanted to get this page out so I could introduce my lady queen Sera. 

Though still being hosted on tumblr, I’ll be showcasing the comic at MOCCA this weekend on a comic reader app I constructed just for the comic!

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The Academy (Page 2)

His mind grew hazy as the heat blanketed his body, his eyes slowly fading, only to be jolted back away by the nice cold barrel of a pistol pressed against his neck.

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I’ve created a temporary tumblr to hold this comic until I decide to officially host it on my own website. For now tumblr is a nice and quick way to upload a gif-licious comic.

*Pages will come more steadily once I’m out of school. But I’ll hopefully get them out every few weeks.*

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The Academy (Page 1)

They don’t really give you a choice.

Drag you around like a dog on a leash, letting you know what kind of bad mutt you are.

But K rarely cared, never much had the chance to take for granted what you might. He wakes up just hoping that he didn’t lose a limb in the process of gaining a quick moment of shut eye. Hell, even the thirst that consumes his body takes a backseat to the nervous tick that gets at him, gripes at him.

He shouldn’t be alive, and just knowing that toys with him, lets him know that he’s just luck’s bitch and he should be so fucking thankful.

I’ve created a temporary tumblr to hold this comic until I decide to officially host it on my own website. For now tumblr is a nice and quick way to upload a gif-licious comic.

See my other art at sharpiehero.tumblr.com

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“K57, you’re free.”

From what?

From life?

It was hard to believe that he was going to get any freedom here besides the sweet release of death.

Being free was sort of a joke, a meaningless word. When you're just a number, well, a letter and a few numbers, there wasn’t much in this world for you.

Most cases, you didn’t live long enough to get a name.

See here, they didn’t even give orphans names, they gave them numbers. So many casualties a day, didn’t make sense to give them anything else - too many names to think up. When you got a couple thousand to send out daily you don’t want to be bothered learning up each detailed fancy name just to keep them apart from each other.