Though the circumstances may vary, the situation is basically the same. You got a letter in the mail one day. Your acceptance into quite the exclusive boarding school. Midori Boarding School, "affectionately" nicknamed Matrimony by staff and students alike.
Well nuts to that, you ain't going and they can't make you, right? You're not stupid. No matter how nice they make it sound, this is just a high class prison for juvenille delinquents.
But then they came. The Transporters. They came packing dart guns, whether they came to your old school, your favorite hangout, or even your bedroom. They didn't talk, they just shot you full of drugs, and when you came to, you were in "Admissions". There is a silver collar around your neck, and it won't come off. A sealed envelope is set upon your chest, your name written across it.
Well nuts to that, you ain't going and they can't make you, right? You're not stupid. No matter how nice they make it sound, this is just a high class prison for juvenille delinquents.
But then they came. The Transporters. They came packing dart guns, whether they came to your old school, your favorite hangout, or even your bedroom. They didn't talk, they just shot you full of drugs, and when you came to, you were in "Admissions". There is a silver collar around your neck, and it won't come off. A sealed envelope is set upon your chest, your name written across it.