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RestlessComfort
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Darkness. Isolation. Disease. Famine. Death. Brought on by those damn Japanese. Of course, nuclear war was inevitable between us...but if we had more time...time...We were separated before the blast but define our lines more so after it. The Redguard, The Rogues of Alfair, Magika Dollusi, and The Temple of Sayiam. These states are all that remains of the top; of home. Of course, as a human construct, war followed us as we moved further into the depths. These states seem to disagree on everything. Distribution of food, clothing, water and just about everything else. We aren't alone down here though, hiding in our corners.
Over looking each movement we make and every breath we take is our poor excuse for a government. The Order of Legiousen *spits*. They watch over each state in order to keep crime low and punished. Believe me, it's better to just mind your nose and work for your living. The punishment for crime is harsh and dangerous, but of course, OL thinks it's a just solution.
If you are caught disobeying law, you are sent to the arena. The arena is hell on earth in a nutshell. Not only do you fight other fugitives, you face the unspeakable. Mutated beings from the top. You never know what the radiation can turn a human, as normal as you and me, into. The Wizards out of Dollusi are the lucky ones. They are lucky to be alive. They were the ones that survived the initial blast; took on all that radiation and still live to tell the tale. I don't trust them between you and me. I guess I have to throw the dogs a bone though. OL doesn't just send you in with your bare hands.
They take the number of felonies you have committed and use that number to produce what they see as a fair set up. Of course, the lower the number of felonies you accumulate, the better the gear. I've been in the arena 3 times now...I'm going into my 4th. The gear is getting scarce...all i did was steal a loaf of bread to feed my mother. But, a crime is a crime, or so they say. My name is Richard Straham, and I'm one of the warriors of Alfair. If I don't come back alive, give this message to my mother. "I would go through hell 1,000,000 times to see your safety guaranteed. I'm sorry I wasn't quick enough to make it back to you. I love you. Keep well."
~Richard
Over looking each movement we make and every breath we take is our poor excuse for a government. The Order of Legiousen *spits*. They watch over each state in order to keep crime low and punished. Believe me, it's better to just mind your nose and work for your living. The punishment for crime is harsh and dangerous, but of course, OL thinks it's a just solution.
If you are caught disobeying law, you are sent to the arena. The arena is hell on earth in a nutshell. Not only do you fight other fugitives, you face the unspeakable. Mutated beings from the top. You never know what the radiation can turn a human, as normal as you and me, into. The Wizards out of Dollusi are the lucky ones. They are lucky to be alive. They were the ones that survived the initial blast; took on all that radiation and still live to tell the tale. I don't trust them between you and me. I guess I have to throw the dogs a bone though. OL doesn't just send you in with your bare hands.
They take the number of felonies you have committed and use that number to produce what they see as a fair set up. Of course, the lower the number of felonies you accumulate, the better the gear. I've been in the arena 3 times now...I'm going into my 4th. The gear is getting scarce...all i did was steal a loaf of bread to feed my mother. But, a crime is a crime, or so they say. My name is Richard Straham, and I'm one of the warriors of Alfair. If I don't come back alive, give this message to my mother. "I would go through hell 1,000,000 times to see your safety guaranteed. I'm sorry I wasn't quick enough to make it back to you. I love you. Keep well."
~Richard