Proceeding down Street #6, the clouds gradually start to drizzle. Water droplets fall over your Colors as you continue ambling toward the Institute. Eyes locked directly ahead, you march purposefully to Old Square.

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As you turn onto Street #8, Old Square comes into view. At the end of the street, the alley opens up to a massive cobblestone plaza almost entirely surrounded by the sprawling campus of Observatory #2. Alongside the observatory is a row of tiny shops huddled together.

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While heading toward Old Square, you fail to locate any purple Colors. Street #8 is lined with masses of golden Colors, with one particular group pausing to stare at you as you stride past not even several feet from them. You hear them murmuring among themselves, obviously about you, but you continue. You are determined to find more golden Colors to show them the strength of the Consolidated Coalition.

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Eventually reaching Old Square, you witness a group of roughly a dozen golden Colors congregating around a massive table in the center of the Square. This is perfect, you think to yourself. You see no reason why you can't take them all. You know that they won't have shivs on them—the golden Colors never do.

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Once you arrive at the amassed Colors, the talking quickly ceases as they start to notice your presence. The golden Colors point at you and whisper among themselves in-turn. They're waiting on you to say something, you finally realize.

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"What's with the cold reception, guys? I get it, I'm a different Color. I'm a Civilian of the Consolidated Coalition and the Guidelines say we need to resent each other," you project to the group. You pause for a second to prepare your acting chops, before resuming.

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"But, my mom—my parents—are Civilians of the United Covenant," you lie. "I just want to attend the Event of Pride with them this evening. I know the Guidelines, but I don't intend to cause any problems. I only want to come with them and learn more about the United Covenant," you explain , feigning admiration for this group of entirely worthless golden Colors.

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Gazing around at the sea of gold, you watch them exchange panicked looks with each other. Eventually, a shrill voice emerges. "Don't you attend your lessons at the Institute?" a woman's voice sneers somewhere from the amassed golden Colors.

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"Well, yes, but I don't buy any of that. I don't resent the United Covenant," you continue, to gasps throughout the crowd. This is going to be fun, you think to yourself. Only the golden Colors could believe such obvious deception.

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A few seconds pass silently, before a man steps forward from the edges of the mob slowly encircling you. "Let me ask you something. How do you expect us to react to your presence here?" he snarls, his eyes narrowing. The man pushes forward through the crowd, nearly pressing his face into yours as he towers over you.

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With his words hanging suspended in the air, a smirk creeps across your face. You reach for the shiv protruding ever-so-slightly from your pocket. Crying out with a primal scream, you plunge the blade into the man's stomach repeatedly.

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In a flurry, the surrounding golden Colors begin striking you and grabbing at your Colors. Absorbing a few of the weaker blows to your back shoulder, you turn around and move toward one of the assailants, a young boy no older than yourself.

 

Flashing your shiv, you extend your hand into the sky, preparing to drive the blade into his chest and carve-up another one. Before you can complete your maneuver, a sharp, throbbing pain shoots through your lower back. Turning halfway around, you notice a shiv sticking out of your spine. Howling in-pain, you reach for the blade and prepare to extract it right as another golden Color shoves a shiv into your gut.

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Collapsing to the ground, you cackle menacingly as they plunge their blades deep into your flesh.

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