Let's try again.
Sorry, that was a terrible discription of The Academy.
When we grow up and move to the city of angels and become high rolling gansters with nice cars and shiny guns and are forced to be on different sides in a gangland war, then at the final showdown in the abandoned warehouse, when we're down to one bullet each and and we have no choice but to kill eachother. When we are on the ground bleeding and saying our last words and the desert wind blows hot and dry outside, William would be the angels choir that escorts us to heaven. Also, in this analogy Mike Carden would be God.
Sorry, that's still no good. D:
But fear not, my friend. I will try, try and try again until i get it right!
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