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BrokenCreator
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A tight schedule, a lonely life that surrounds a wind up clock practically glued to everyone's wrist. Whether it be on your right or your left, your dominant hand held the time and where you should be always clicked in your head. It was just how the town had always been; meddled in their own schedules, never leaving time open for another. On occasion, when the worst would happen and someone's watch would break, insanity soon followed. They never knew what time it was, leaving them frightened, unsure of what they had to do and letting the darkness slowly eat away at them in the back of their minds.
In this town, they always found a way to suck the color out of everything. Copper, black, browns and faded gold were the most common colors that riddled the city. Buildings were different shades of brown and black, people wore black lined with faded gold and on occasion silver. The most color you would see, were posters and ads for out of town, or televisions, which was rare to even have time for. The roads were cobblestone, leaving everyone on foot rather than having cars and traffic line ups- there was no time for that.
((Just an open thought right now, subject to change.))
In this town, they always found a way to suck the color out of everything. Copper, black, browns and faded gold were the most common colors that riddled the city. Buildings were different shades of brown and black, people wore black lined with faded gold and on occasion silver. The most color you would see, were posters and ads for out of town, or televisions, which was rare to even have time for. The roads were cobblestone, leaving everyone on foot rather than having cars and traffic line ups- there was no time for that.
((Just an open thought right now, subject to change.))
