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Sci-Fi High School
Sci-Fi High School
I got this idea and I just need to put in into words so let me be for like 2 minutes
So theres these kids you see, and they go to a hign school, cause their teenagers or whatever
But the school has this secret space program that some student body vice presidednt three years back decided was a good idea and it just sort of stuck.
Now these kids acidently end up joining on a space mission not knowing that that was what they had stumbled into. And when they get back to earth and all three of them are freaking out cause they had just gone into space and it wasn’t through nasa or Space X but than this one kid in their group was jwsut like “give them free pizza and they won’t say a word”
So the current VP (it’s become a tradition that the vice president runs the thing with no one else finding out besides those entrusted with the knowledge and now these idiots) takes them to his families pizza joint and they talk it out over food and eventually they all just decide to go with it and now are a part of this (definitely-illegal) space operation but they get to go up into space once a week and that’s pretty cool
and I’m sure they run into an alien at some point or whatever
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Omnivores? Yeah, but you look at the average human’s diet, especially early on in their history. Meat was a crucial part in their diet. They love the shit.
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No respect for the horrors of war, either. Their greatest stories all revolve around some kind of combat.
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