Err, maybe I should have put in a better warning. My apologies.
It all started around April of 1999. Just another JJ2 writer posted a rather bloody prelude to a tragic story.
After almost two years of hibernation, this story is being written for a new era of JJ2ers.
The list of people included are:
Ducky
Aceldama
Boggy B
Beauman
Mink
Now, many wonder the purpose of this story, and why it is the way it is. Let me clarify.
There is a people suffering (the T'zori), being hunted down and killed like animals. My inspiration? The Holocaust.
I'm not trying to make it a light matter at all -- in fact I'm trying to tell those who wish to learn about it.

Let it never happen again.

~*~
On a remote planet, in a remote tavern, a rather different girl was sitting at the bar.
She looked down at her drink in disgust. Once again she had bought something that she did not care for.
Trina closed her eyes and forced it down, feeling the alcohol leave a burning trail down her throat. She placed a few coins down on the bar and left as quickly as she could.
It was dusk again, in the rainy season. Mists were rising with their eerie aura, and if she could write poetry, she would. Perhaps it could even inspire her enough to write someday. She had her whole life in front of her.
However, the natural wafting of the mist was disrupted when a lone figure walked out. Trina felt an uneasy burn in her stomach.
Her face was emotionless, and her eyes were set upon Trina. She was tempted to run, but the stranger spoke first.
“Are you a native of this planet?”
“I was born here.” Trina said, her voice strong but her heart pounding.
“Perhaps you could lead me to the nearest temple?” Trina could feel the blood draining from her face. She turned her head down.
“I do not know what you speak of.”
The gray rabbit did not change her expression at all, but raised her arm. For a second, Trina saw some scars on the girl’s upraised arm, but they were hidden again.
Five red rabbits came out of the mists, also with scars upon their arms.
“Perhaps you could lead us to the town of Svenio. We would pay you well.”
Trina knew of the town well; there was even a T’zori museum there. “It is a full day’s walk.”
“Tomorrow then. We shall meet you here tomorrow morning.”
The gray rabbit whispered something in the ear of the one closest to her, and they disappeared into the mists as quickly as they had come.