[ WP ] The hero was killed , the princess was sacrificed , and the evil king rules the land . For the average citizen , though , things have taken a turn for the better .

Sandy swiftly left the line leading from her house dodging fat raindrops that beat down on each doorways regulated overhangs. She had forgotten her umbrella in her haste to not be late. 
 
 Again. 
 
 A few more near misses between doorways and Sandy finally found herself panting at the door way of an imposing dull grey building. Her last chance to enter was when she was eight and she had missed it by 5 minutes due to a shoelace malfunction. She had to stay in her genetic nursery unit for an additional 4 years due to that mistake. Four years wasted with her genetic peers when she had the chance to be sorted by another category. The possibilities were endless and only opened up a few times in your life. 
 
 She straightened her collar and slacks as she evened the pace of her steps to the crowd in front of her. To her left were posters of the options available this session. Imagine! There was once a time where people did n't know who they were because they did n't know what they could be! She brushed her hair from her eyes, tucking back behind her ears. The tall once thought short were inferior when they really held disdain for the slow. The problem was not what neighbors are, but what you could *become*. 
 
 Sandy peeked around the shoulders of the person in front of her, watching as the crowd split into the line leading to their potential futures. Men, women, tall, short and all sizes and shapes. A few mutants mixed in the bunch, from when the ( *bless his passing* ) Hero attacked civilization with his bombs. A few genetic Purities stood in their chosen lines, backs straight and eyes bright. Gifts from the sacrifice of the Princess ( *bless her sacrifice* ) who gave of herself so a new generation could be born with her ability to only mutate in a harmless manner. History taught that 3 nurseries of children became to be due to her sacrifice before its toll took her life from us. 
 
 `` Sandy. Explain yourself.'' 
 
 She was startled out of her historic musings at the sound of her name. It was her turn in front of her chosen placement board and their stern faces shook her to her bones. If they chose that she chose poorly or without proper thought to the choice, she would go to the end of the line to wait again. If she did n't get placed today, she would have to wait four *more* years before she could try again. 
 
 `` Ladies of the board, `` Sandy started, her voice shaking and cracking. `` I have chosen to leave my genetic male nursery and be replaced into a woman's living community.''
