8aelynn

The dull orange-yellow sun peeked over the multiple lush, grassy hills to shine its first rays upon France. The country's inhabitants still slumbered within their homes, blissfully unaware that at any given moment, if a group of five teenagers were to lose against a mighty Artificial Intelligence program dubbed XANA, their lives would be forfeit. At the moment, one of the teenagers, the unspoken leader of the group of misfits he had come to know and love, typed away furiously on his desktop computer. A pink purse adorned with flowers lay on his normally obstruction-free floor, partially hidden under the impressive amount of papers strewn abo