CHAPTER THE 1ST:
Out of the darkness, come new threads of light.
Centuries have passed. The count of time was lost to all but certain individuals of mankind. The world is reduced to a blighted landmass of extreme climate wilderness. The few specks of civilization left are concentrated in small society groups known as Communes, a group of which belong to and make up a Municipality. Municipality above all, Municipal law is all that stands preventing living beings` annihilation of one another and in every commune the strong arm of the Municipal guard can be seen.
Far away tales of massive living beings gathering and inhabiting enormous buildings that scrape the skies are spread across the land, usually accompanied by the menacing name of “The Seven pure” whose incommensurable armies march through the wilderness looking to absorb Municipalities in to their massive walls, keeping the breed of the human race pure. The most rumors and hearsays speak of one of these metal and concrete places in these parts of the world: “New Dawn, The Iron Maiden” it is named by those who claimed to have glimpsed its massive towers and buildings from afar.
The seven pure’s armies scourge the land in search of certain individuals that have recently made appearance in stories of bars, back alleys and slums. Stories of babies with more limbs attached to their small bodies, functional limbs; children with psychic abilities, men and women endowed with great physical strengths, or horrible deformations alike. Reports from the few health centers to the municipalities and cities authorities confirmed these stories: unclean mutations have begun to appear among the slums of the populace in the communes. Though no one has ever seen one directly, or never heard from one in the cities.
You are one of these individuals; the remains of the terrible radiation forces or unknown energies have slowly begun their work in your organisms. You know that you are wanted, and might even in fact, be hunted for annihilation. New laws recently have outlawed births of these individuals when detected, and have made legal the hunt for sport of these mutants.
In recent months, you have been living in the St. George Commune, part of the Scott municipality. Once settled down, your confidence began to grow that you may not have been detected and are safe. That is, until one evening, when your counterfeit and highly illegal but very popular solar transmitter – receiver (STR) crackled with life; noises and static. Among the static you could hear a voice, a must tranquil voice speaking directly to you, as if the owner of the voice was standing in front of you: “bzzzzz… We know WHAT you are…. Bzzz… if you want to live… bzzz… meet at Mc gruffy’s bar… bzzz… tonight for a proposal… bzzz… highly rewarding…bzzz… or death…bzzz”. Spiked not only by the hidden menace of the message, you head to the bar that night, located in the center district of the St. George commune, among the run down shacks and low buildings that make up the entire commune.
Out of the darkness, come new threads of light.
Centuries have passed. The count of time was lost to all but certain individuals of mankind. The world is reduced to a blighted landmass of extreme climate wilderness. The few specks of civilization left are concentrated in small society groups known as Communes, a group of which belong to and make up a Municipality. Municipality above all, Municipal law is all that stands preventing living beings` annihilation of one another and in every commune the strong arm of the Municipal guard can be seen.
Far away tales of massive living beings gathering and inhabiting enormous buildings that scrape the skies are spread across the land, usually accompanied by the menacing name of “The Seven pure” whose incommensurable armies march through the wilderness looking to absorb Municipalities in to their massive walls, keeping the breed of the human race pure. The most rumors and hearsays speak of one of these metal and concrete places in these parts of the world: “New Dawn, The Iron Maiden” it is named by those who claimed to have glimpsed its massive towers and buildings from afar.
The seven pure’s armies scourge the land in search of certain individuals that have recently made appearance in stories of bars, back alleys and slums. Stories of babies with more limbs attached to their small bodies, functional limbs; children with psychic abilities, men and women endowed with great physical strengths, or horrible deformations alike. Reports from the few health centers to the municipalities and cities authorities confirmed these stories: unclean mutations have begun to appear among the slums of the populace in the communes. Though no one has ever seen one directly, or never heard from one in the cities.
You are one of these individuals; the remains of the terrible radiation forces or unknown energies have slowly begun their work in your organisms. You know that you are wanted, and might even in fact, be hunted for annihilation. New laws recently have outlawed births of these individuals when detected, and have made legal the hunt for sport of these mutants.
In recent months, you have been living in the St. George Commune, part of the Scott municipality. Once settled down, your confidence began to grow that you may not have been detected and are safe. That is, until one evening, when your counterfeit and highly illegal but very popular solar transmitter – receiver (STR) crackled with life; noises and static. Among the static you could hear a voice, a must tranquil voice speaking directly to you, as if the owner of the voice was standing in front of you: “bzzzzz… We know WHAT you are…. Bzzz… if you want to live… bzzz… meet at Mc gruffy’s bar… bzzz… tonight for a proposal… bzzz… highly rewarding…bzzz… or death…bzzz”. Spiked not only by the hidden menace of the message, you head to the bar that night, located in the center district of the St. George commune, among the run down shacks and low buildings that make up the entire commune.
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