Monday, March 2, 2020

WthC - the quick sell




Welcome to the City. Here there is no night and no day. The people who live here have only heard of such things when watching shows that take place on other worlds. Here they only know the darkness above them. Swirling clouds and filthy rain. The pillars that they will never see the inside of that rise from the buildings and vanish into the so called sky above them.


They could travel for miles in any direction and never see the view above them change. Sometimes it may not be so dark for a few hours, or the lightening could make interesting arcs from one massive pillar to another. Massive transports slowly move through the air above sometimes coming down so low that they almost rake the tops of the buildings. Smaller craft flash past at high rates of speed dodging through the air like a man on the run.


Things also find their comfort in the belly of the City. Dark things out of nightmares and failed laboratories. Ways to manipulate reality and make it worse are passed along as secrets traded for misery. Those who do live in luxury only do so because they make thousands more suffer.


Everyone here lives under the darkness. Living, working and dying.


Welcome to the City. Where nobody speaks of hope, because nobody has ever heard of the word.

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